|Lunar Eclipse||April 12, 2014, 3:10 pm|
|As some of you may or may not know this coming Monday morning North America (which is where I'm located, not to put too fine a point on it) will be treated to a lunar eclipse. I've never seen one with my own two eyes before; I would love to. I have seen two lunar halos and they were awesome and, to me, awe-inspiring. Have any of you fine folks here witnessed any celestial happenings such as this? Another thing I've yet to witness is a meteor shower - that would also be badass.|
|In orbit||February 22, 2014, 9:38 pm|
So today I read a book I hadn't read in a great while, Cosmos, by a certain Carl Sagan. Personally I think it's one of the coolest books ever written, partly because I'm in love with astronomy and even if I wasn't such a fan of it, then I would still like Cosmos. It's just a really good read. Pick it up and read it today or tomorrow or some time, I guarantee you'll like it. Reading all this and that about galaxies and planets and shit got me to thinking, which can be dangerous. Here my thoughts as follows:
I love space, I think I've proved that by reading most of Cosmos today. It is so fascinating. Why is it fascinating you say? You really have to ask? Go outside on a clear night and look up, that's all you have to do. A starry night sky, with a full moon, is one of the most beautiful things you can ever see. And here's something to think about: you know how people have been talking for years and years about inventing a time machine? Space is the ultimate time machine. Why? Because we're here, and all those galaxies, stars and planets are OUT THERE - really out there. Light, as fast as it is, takes time, real time, to get here to our eyes so we can see these things. How much time? It depends. The nearest star to our sun is Proxima Centauri. It's a mere four light years. But here's the thing. A light year is at or around six TRILLION miles. Let me repeat that: six TRILLION miles. Promixa Centauri is four light years away. That comes out to about twenty four trillion miles. If New Horizons wasn't going to Pluto but was going to Promixa Centauri instead, it would take literally tens and tens of thousands of years to cross that distance. Imagine: all that blackness, all that silence, all those stars in all directions, every one of them light years and light years away. It simply breaks the human imagination to conceive of such distances and such time scales. It's scary but it's true.
Space does not fuck around when it comes to making things huge and far, far away. Take the moon as another example. It's the nearest celestial body to our Earth, but even so, it's over 240,000 miles away. If you could somehow walk up to the moon, taking a step every second (or something like that) it would take you over a decade to get to the moon. And again, it breaks the human imagination to imagine such things. When you look at an image of the Andromeda galaxy, you're not seeing that galaxy as it is right now. You're seeing as it was in the distant, distant past, over two million years ago. There are loads of galaxies, where, when their light left to begin its voyage to Earth, our Sun hadn't been born, let alone our solar system. How's that for a mind fuck? There are galaxies so far away that, even if you were to live for the next, say, five hundred years, their light would still be well, well upon its way, and so you still wouldn't see them - even after five hundred years. But five hundred years is a flash in the pan, cosmically speaking. Let's try five hundred thousand years. After all that time had elapsed, those galaxies' light would STILL be on its way here. Alright then, how about five MILLION years? That light would STILL be on its fucking way here. What I'm trying to get across is that space is absolutely positively can't deny it at all one hundred percent and then some tee totally motherfucking MASSIVE.
Oh and it's really pretty too ;)
|Automatic Update to 3.1||September 25, 2013, 11:00 am|
|Yeah so now I'm 31 or whatever. Go me :P|
|Born of my imagination||September 15, 2013, 3:42 pm|
This is something born out of my dark imagination. I thought I'd put it here to see what you folks think of it. You may like it, or you may not.
The things you did were terrible, awful beyond words. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of innocent lives were extinguished. No, more - billions. Because of your
foolishness and lust for power a war was started. A worldwide war. Within three years the war escalated and a nuclear exchange occured. A decision was made - one of the worst
you ever made, certainly. You were a horrible person in general: murderer, liar, adulterer, thief, cold-hearted and ruthless. Without conscience. Evil, despicable person.
You, the powerful world leader, decided to push the button.
Unfortunately, you, along with nearly every one else, was killed.
In order to atone for all the innocent lives you have taken, in addition of course to your other sins, your penalty, your punishment will be simply to float within this void.
This dark, cold, freezing void. Notice you can't see or hear anything. Notice you are totally alone. Well... not totally.
This is where it gets interesting.
You are unable to move. Coming from two directions - backwards, and forward, there are two steel cubes. These cubes are now thousands, upon thousands of light
years off. But they're not moving at the speed of light. Much, much slower. Only about 250,000 miles an hour. But rest assured, someday, in the distant eons to come, they will
come together, and with frightening force. These steel cubes are 200 feet high and across, and they weigh several tons each. Yes, when they come together, you will certainly
feel something. When you're smashed, it might be a year or five hundred years before they come back apart, to leave at maddeningly slow speeds, back to where they came from.
Centuries, millenia, epochs will pass. Then the cycle will repeat itself, for every innocent life you took, for all the sins you committed. You will want to die, of course.
But you ARE dead. You cannot die again. Spiritually you are dead - even God Himself has forgotten you. Physically, you will be smashed to pieces over and over. But you cannot
This is not your idea of Hell - but it still is.
Welcome. There is plenty of time to repent, and grieve. Or, of course, curse God for what He's done. Not that it will do any good, of course. And never mind that this is of
It's going to be a while.
|Happy birthday to me||September 25, 2012, 11:56 am|
|Yep yep. 30 years of existence on this planet. Feel free to voice your congratulations and/or condolences.|
|Not that anyone cares...||April 15, 2012, 11:27 am|
|...but tomorrow night I'll be going to Knoxville, Tennesee with my brother to go see Ghost, Mastodon and Opeth. Should be pretty damn good - I've read a few reviews of this particular tour (the Heritage-Hunter Tour) and they've all been pretty positive.|
|Yay hooray||January 17, 2012, 5:49 pm|
|Fucking yes! My brother and myself are going to go see Tool at the Bojangles Coliseum on February 4th down in Charlotte, NC. I cannot wait because a. Tool is one of my favorite bands of all time and b. I've been waiting a looooong time to see Tool live. My brother is more stoked than I am; it's all he can talk about :D|
|Happee brithday lawl||September 25, 2011, 12:58 pm|
|Yeah, so as of today I'm 29 years old. I'll have to break out the walker and start going to bed at 8:30 before too long ;)|
|Gettin' a little tipsy :)||August 9, 2011, 1:47 am|
Me and my brother were trading stories yesterday about getting tipsy, tore up, drunk, whatever you'd call it. He recounted a time when he was new to drinking and had went to a party. He was 21 at the time. He told me he got pretty smashed. He said he woke up the next morning with no memory of what he did, but that his pants "felt heavy" upon awakening (he passed out drunk at the site of the party). Apparently he'd pissed all over himself. I couldn't help but laugh myself.
As for myself, there was the time when I was 24 and had a little too much alky hol in my system. According to my buddies who were there when it happened (we were at a friend's house getting stoned and/or drunk), I walked into my friend's bedroom where his computer was, took my dick out, and preceded to piss all over his computer's tower. Needless to say I did not remember this incident and had to be told about it the next day. Suprisingly, my friend wasn't too angry; he said most of the piss went into the floor and that it barely touched his computer tower. I was relieved, but I was also disgusted with myself for having got that shitfaced. I recall also breaking down and laughing my ass off when I was told about said incident the next day ;)
Any similar stories to tell?