Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Challenges of Getting to Mars: Curiosity's Seven Minutes of Terror
What does it take to land a rover on Mars?
Complete. Cool. Terrorizing. Science.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thought for the day
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sittin’ on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rottin’ away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life…
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
A Joke
Sven says to Ole: "Close your curtains da next time you're havin' sex vit Lena. Da whole street vas vatching and laughing at you yesterday."
"Ole says, "Vell, the yoke's on dem because I vasn't even at home yesterday!"
Friday, June 22, 2012
If you watch it backwards . . .
If you watch Scarface backwards, it's about a guy who shoots cocaine out of his nose until he achieves his lifelong dream of working in a kitchen.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
This is Doug Doty who lives in Victoria, B.C.
He's six months older than I am, has a great wife, drives a special education bus and I think we could have a great time getting to know each other. I have 130,000 miles on Alaska Airlines and might be going to Anchorage this fall or winter so maybe . . .
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
National Geographic, the Doomsday Machine
According to current subscription figures, more than 6,869,797 issues of the National Geographic magazine are sent to subscribers monthly throughout the world. However, it would be safe to say that the bulk of these magazines reach subscribers in the United States and Canada, and it is, and never has been, thrown away! It is saved like a monthly edition of the Bible. The magazine has been published for over 141 years continuously, and countless millions if not billions of copies have been innocently yet relentlessly accumulating in basements, attics, garages, public and private institutions of learning, the Library of Congress, Smithsonian Institution, Good Will, and Salvation Army stores, and heaven knows where else. Never discarded, always saved. No recycling, just the horrible and relentless accumulation of this static vehicle of our doom!
National Geographic averages approximately 2 pounds per issue. Since no copies have been discarded or destroyed since the beginning of publication, it can be readily seen that the accumulated aggregate weight is a figure that not only boggles the mind, but is imminently approaching the disaster point. That point will be the time at which the geologic substructure of the country can no longer support the incredible load, and subsidence will occur. Gradually at first, but then relentlessly accelerating as rock formations are compressed, become plastic and begin to flow, great faults will appear.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Cruising through the woods in Meg's '86 LTD four-door.
It's probably best that she won't let me show her how it will take curves on gravel at 70 mph.
Friday, June 08, 2012
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)
Could have swore it was Peter Gabriel when I first heard this.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
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