Skipping to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is a double Buffista event: it's the birthday of Beverly as well as Benno.
Happy birthday, Beverly! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
Happy birthday, Benno, you big boy! With lots of wishes for your mom, your younger sister, and all your family!
"OK, you know what would be awesome? If a dinosaur, like, fucked a robot!"?
Didn't T. Rex say this in a Dinosaur Comics at some point? If not, he should.
Note to self: never borrow one of Teppy's keyboards.
Note to self: never borrow one of Teppy's keyboards.
That is an eminently wise idea. I fully admit that they are NASTY. Particularly my work one, just because I've had it for so long. But my laptop keys are mungy, too. Although I regularly lift up the keyboard and get rid of the crud under it.
A pub downtown has started serving a drink called "the Sully" in honor of the pilot who safely landed a plane in the Hudson.
"The Sully," which consists of two shots of Grey Goose vodka and "a splash of water." Carla Iny of Brooklyn tells the Post, "It's a classy drink for a classy man. It's cool and smooth—like Sully."
(The second comment on that post is in really poor taste, but I laughed anyway.)
Before the collision, space junk problems had already upped the Hubble mission's risk of a "catastrophic impact" beyond NASA's usual limits, Nature's Geoff Brumfiel reported today, and now the problem will be worse.
Um, the odds didn't change just because something finally did crash into something else....
I thought the debris cloud from the collision threw a lot more shrapnel into low orbit than had been there before? And more importantly, they haven't had time to fully map out new orbits of the larger pieces yet?