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Tuesday was the 50th anniversary of the first manned spaceflight. For some reason it makes me so sad to think of. I don't know, maybe it's because going on a rocketship is one of those Big Childhood Dreams that could be realised. No one seems to be working on making Jurassic Park a reality so we're never going to see dinosaurs (what's up with that!), but theoretically, with enough study, training, and applying for scholarships we could all be astronauts right now.
It probably also has a lot to do with space travel reminding me of the saddest puppy in the universe; Twin Spica, a magical realism manga about astronaut training that is designed to make you bawl 90 times per volume; and terrible things that happens to astronaut's nails.
Then the next day I found out about black holes violently expelling whateverthehell - the point is, I thought black holes aren't supposed to expel anything. If the damn things are so powerful they even suck in light, what is going on in there to make it shoot out jets a million light years long? I'm going to take LSD until this makes sense.
Randomly, a particularly surreal message from a computer program I use at work: ERROR There is no error.
It probably also has a lot to do with space travel reminding me of the saddest puppy in the universe; Twin Spica, a magical realism manga about astronaut training that is designed to make you bawl 90 times per volume; and terrible things that happens to astronaut's nails.
Then the next day I found out about black holes violently expelling whateverthehell - the point is, I thought black holes aren't supposed to expel anything. If the damn things are so powerful they even suck in light, what is going on in there to make it shoot out jets a million light years long? I'm going to take LSD until this makes sense.
Randomly, a particularly surreal message from a computer program I use at work: ERROR There is no error.