BONUS SONNET: Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, STS-128

I'm sorry, but tonight I started late.

I left uncorking off until the hold

For our Discovery's liftoff. O Kate,

When will you learn that to propitiate

That dumb jock, Thor, you have to start off right

When Space Flight Now begins cov'ring it live?

'Twas clear he liked the asti, nice and light

And bubbly-sweet, like mead. Now I contrive

To be better prepared for our next try:

I'll stick to asti since I've got a lot.

You folk, try others. We'll yet see her fly

(This time sans bat). Let's give it all we've got.

Winos for NASA, now's our time to shine!

Tomorrow night, our efforts must combine!

Naughty Thor! Bad Thor! No Mead For You!

So yesterday 'twas strangely apropos,
As it was Tesla's birthday and did he
So much to bring us juice to make things go
(Of course I'm talking of 'lectricity),
That lightning struck the mast on 39-A,
The launch pad 'pon which our Endeavor poised
In Florida for hopeful launch today.
That launch is canceled, but I'm not annoyed
With Tesla. As my friend Nicole reminds:
Causation should not ever be inferred
From correlation. Still my heart it finds
Much fault with Thor, that surly, churlish turd.
For LRO/LCROSS I offered wine.
That tantrum, though, means this time it's all mine.

BONUS BONUS SONNET: In Which Mary And I Claim Credit For The Weather Clearing For The Big Launch

The weather threatened to delay our launch

Of LRO and L-CROSS to the moon.

A lightning storm would violate the staunch

Rulebook regarding really just how soon

We can ignite the rocket, fire it off.

So my fair tweep, Mactavish, yea, and I,

Though skeptics to the bone and prone to scoff

At magic thinking, sucked it up to try

Propitiating the great mad god Thor.

A sacrificial goat would be the best,

But hard to come by. She and I, therefore,

Winos for NASA, put this to the test:

A sweet, sweet wine tastes almost quite like mead

Could pouring some for Thor help us succeed?