Halfbakery Constellations

Orion's rectangular frame looks to me not like a hunter, but rather a slab of velcro wallpaper, with a velcro bird stuck onto it right in the middle. Or is it an elevator, with a handy emergency crank on the wall?

How can one look at the Big Dipper and not think of the "Tails For All" invention? Perhaps in a dream I've seen a Hullaballoon in the night sky, hovering majestically above the western horizon. These are treasures that all of us halfbakers can enjoy for the rest of our lives -- long after this site is gone -- provided that some persevering halfbaker and cartographer will take the time to catalog their stellar positions for us.

Think of the spirituality an old man would feel to see this! At the age of 85, he may go on one last tour of the primeval mountains of Alaska while his failing health still allows him to, and, as he humbly gazes up at the vast heavens in the year 2042, he may notice something familiar about the pattern. He cannot picture what it is at first. Is there something special about that grouping of triangles? he wonders half-knowingly. Suddenly he remembers -- Flocking Road Cones! A world of memories comes rushing back to him -- ideas that were invented during his lifetime, lovely ideas that were dropped due to impracticality -- ideas that got their first start here on the halfbakery back when he was a young man -- they are all still up there! Tears roll down his trembling chin as he avows his love for this place. Ah! he exclaims, At last an old man can die happy!