Hey oh Alan! Thank you! I hope your travels find you well. And I would think we all would wish that you are not honored by SPACELIGHT for a great many years hence, and certainly that you are the one to do the noshing. Love of snakes notwithstanding, a cavernous view of their interior should be left to the professionals: veterinarians and bad guides. I like the idea of a Thranx with a pan flute. As to the maracas: sudden image – Thranx in black velvet (ovipositors instead of tails), sombrero at feet and a red red rose mid-stem in mandibles; half-stem no leaf; to the base of the flower; to the look of delight and a reach for another red red rose. LOL. Of course this would be done to an all Thranx mariachi band, with each Thranx playing two instruments. Okay, I do know that Venezuelan music is different than Mexican, however, the foundations of Spanish influence are heard in both. For whatever reason, mariachi reminds me more of Romany music. Similar instruments in both styles of music is the most likely reason, not to mention Flamenco et al for dance influence, and the most influential of all the Hollywoodization of various world cultures. This does lead to the question of a space-going nomadic Thranx hive doesn’t it? Living not only outside the sphere of the homeworld, but also out of all accepted or expected norms of the Thranx as a species. I wonder if they would adhere to a more aggressive, warrior like standard than the scientific-agrarian Thranx that helped foment the commonwealth. I have often wondered how and why such as the Thranx have developed such a physically verbose language. Thus the explanation I proposed which is one that to me made the best sense. It is my supposition that the Thranx would need the physical component to compensate for the absence of echo. This is opposed to the Aann, who in open-plain desert would need a very physical language to hunt prey (including each other). Kinda hard for FRVvTt and Ttrid to hunt down Rriv AA in open desert, without the added burden for FRVvTt saying ‘yo, Ttrid, you ready over there?’ cause you just know that Rriv AA packs a Howitzer! It may be a good idea for a one or two chapter pro- or epi- log on the history of the Thranx (pre-space going). Pro- or epi- logs would, I imagine, be a good way of getting around publishers as well. Easily enough said that it merely provides depth and background to the story. To tell another truth here, I am still trying to envision how a Thranx would surf? It is one of the anomalous descriptions of the Commonwealth and its denizens that you have written about, see Orphan Star. Anomalies I can accept easily enough, I have seen enough of life to know it does not always follow the rules. However, this one bears thinking about. I would have to imagine a type of slim-line aero-foam body suit that re-directs the breathing spicules to above the head, or incorporates an oxygen system similar to scuba divers, or possibly an air bladder system that auto-inflates whenever it is out of the water then channels the air to the spicules. The aero-foam would be needed to provide neutral boyancy, and really the Thranx could bring surfing to a whole new science. Not to mention Thranx deep-sea diving if that buoyancy were adjustable. Of course an absolute prerequisite for either activity would have to be insanity. What life is like without the Last Resort? Could also be an interesting place for Flinx to take a recalcitrent Thranx? Okay, maybe I have too much time on my hands. | |