Update: I Twittered (Tweeted?) this yesterday but forgot to link to it for other people. Have you seen the new G. I. Joe? It has the same intensity as a Bourne movie. (So no little ones clicking on this, you hear?)
There’s talk of this Lyman-alpha blob changing how we view galaxy formation, possibly changing how we think about the origin of our own galaxy. Or it could be a fluke.
Or it could be a giant blob in space waiting to absorb us all? Am I the only one who noticed that this is huge – from 12.9 light years away?
I think we should focus our global efforts on the world’s largest spoon.
Mike, I humbly request your forgiveness for mocking your plan for the two of us to enroll in Space Camp. We need it now more than ever.
Semi-related posts:
Uh-oh, that particular shade of purple out in space can mean only one thing- Galactus is coming.
I’m off to steal a silver surfboard so I can escape through space.
iPod Touch/iPhone users (I am not one, but I know a couple) might want to know about more ways that could end them, on top of the Devourer of Worlds:
http://www.tuaw.com/2009/04/23/even-more-lethal/
I think I just wiped away a tear. This just got released on the VC:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impossible_Mission
I played this for HOURS at my grandparents on the Atari 7800.
What??!?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impossible_Mission#Ports_and_sequels
There was a bug that made the game impossible to win?
Okay, so I wasn’t crazy.
And you know, well, they DID tell us the game was more than just an unlikely mission.
One day I shall go to Space Camp. And after I have that week of training, YOU ALL SHALL BE SORRY!!!
Oh, Mike. I don’t need their fancy training. I’ve already got a space shuttle user’s manual- when I get aboard the space shuttle, they’ll look at me and ask “Are you ready for this?” I’ll just smile and say “I’ve been ready for this my whole life.”
I just hope they’ll get the reference. Because if they don’t, that’s not a space shuttle crew I want to deal with. So they’ll be pretty unhappy when I leave them behind at the launch pad. Also, I’ll get a little bored if I’m in space by myself without anyone to talk to other than a (understandably) angry crew in Houston.
Devin, maybe you’ll have Hal along with you on the trek.
Ugh, I hope not. He won’t turn on the radio, insists on leading a sing-along instead. I think he only knows one song. Duran Duran’s Hungry Like the Wolf. Wait, two songs.