I’m not sure whether I would like being inside the Pyramid… looks claustrophobic and all in all it’s just bare stones now. Well, bare stones, and electric lights, and what look like dehumidifiers(?).
And now it’s my time to go to sleep after the winter time change… nighties lovelies!
Also: a closer look at the DART mission…
It’s a pity the ion thruster couldn’t be used, but nonetheless the misison was very succesful. Much will be learned about poking away space rocks which get too “friendly” with Earrth…
This is a picture of a tattooed unemployed lumber and his wife going to the bean harvest in Oregon, 1939. A man with such body build will never be out of fashion for discerning people.
Time to go to sleep… but before, a Scott Manley video. Nighties lovelies!
Also: sismometers, cameras, meteorites and fresh impact craters… on Mars!
It’s quite convenient to have a good thick gas roof over our heads here on Earth… I mean, he said events this size (0.1 to 1 kiloton) happen about once a week??
Last night I had a dream and for a change it made some kind of sense (for a dream of mine). I was somehow involved with a biker gang for some kind of job(?), although IRL I couldn’t ride a bycicle for my life… anyway I noticed how the guys were a bit suspicious and then we get off their place and one of the guys ask me “why you dress so well, you think you’re a respectable Country singer?”, and then I notice I am wearing my actual winter coat, which is kind of fine, but in no way is “country” and anyway I can’t sing, and don’t have a habit of doing it. So then the gang leader picks me and we ride an elevator, alone, and I wonder what’s with that. Then he begins explaining what’s the job about and I have one of my flash intuitions, he says something about “…they giving us 75%” and inmediately I KNOW, “huh, that means they forgot to order the drinks”. And the biker gang leader explains some more and mentions 75% again and I say, “no, no, it’s damn sure, they’re expecting trouble because those inepts forgot to order booze and the crowd will be mad”. And then the dream went off rails, with something about a sail boat called “Conchita” stranded on a beach and maybe repairing it? And then the dream was gone.
Given that three days ago I also had some dream and the only I remember of it are a fat woman’s legs in black pantyhose going down a ladder, the fact that last night’s dream was a) coherent enough to be explained and b) short enough to not be a goddam film make it interesting.
But I won’t be riding motorbikes or singing country music anytime soon, for sure.
since when this is incoherent? that’s a happy dream
too bad we don’t have the technology for showing our dreams to other people easily, i would show you what is incoherent
Happy Halloween 
