But the more you lick your fingers, the more orange goop sticks to them. It's like a vicious circle of numiness....
Which is AWESOME.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But the more you lick your fingers, the more orange goop sticks to them. It's like a vicious circle of numiness....
Which is AWESOME.
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.)
(The second comment on that post is in really poor taste, but I laughed anyway.)
Heh. Me too.
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?
Read the Nature article, which does make that assertion plain (though the Wired one doesn't. Bad writing.) Odds have gone up.
You'd think they could create a giant magnetic sweeper or something to clear paths.
Of course, it may be part of our government's sooper-sekrit plan to defend us from alien invasion. A big mess of nail-equivalents sticking up on the global front porch to keep visitors from getting too close.
I think the ever-expanding wave front of 1960s radio from when "It's a Small World" was playing in heavy rotation should be all the defense we'll ever need.