Mister Fweem's Blog: Stupid Space Weather

Monday, October 24, 2022

Stupid Space Weather

[Alarm goes off]

Astronomer: [Mutters grumpily, puts on slippers, stumbles through the darkness, mumbles and mutters through endless spiraling corridors as the alarm continues to go off, climbs ladder to telescope, makes many adjustments while continuing to grumble, finally finds evidence of supernovaed star] Hey! You there! Stop with the supernova! [To himself] Stupid space weather.

Took me a while to find this on YouTube. . .

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The Best Part

Kerplunk! by Patrick F. McManus

Admittedly, I myself was getting a little tired of the advances in technology. It used to be that all the different kinds of wackos sat out in their little isolated cabins or apartments somewhere. Each went through an entire lifetime without seeing another wacko of his particular ilk. Now a wacko can get on the Internet and find the other nine wackos in the world who are just like him.

McManus goes on to say they get to gether to decide what to blow up, but given the Unabomer lived in an isolated cabin as a Luddite and still managed to blow things up, there's a little flaw in McManus' logic. Nevertheless, I see where he's going with this.