I’ve had them as a sidebar link forever, and you people may well be clicking on it but, people, hear me when I say this: The Astronomy Picture Of The Day that the fine folks at NASA run is
responsible for some of the most incredible imagery I have ever seen.
I had a coffee on the way to school today, then I bought two coffees for a classmate and I who, bad planning, had also bought two coffees for us, one of which he couldn’t finish and gave to me. So by 10:00 A.M. I felt like I’d managed to stick my brain stem in a wall socket, and then of course my laptop decided that it was not going to reinstall Java properly for me and spew a bunch of meaningless Xlib error messages all over my console (for free!), and Jeebus I-Robot Christ I’m not equipped to handle this right now, and Sean Ross tried to help but he was typing so fucking slowly that the natural erosion of wind and rain was going to fix things before he worked it out, and then he tried to convert a DOS batch file into a functioning bash script using only a touchpad and a delete key and my brains tried to crawl out my nose. It didn’t help that I was now zero-for-nine on rolled-up-rims and the drone behind the counter doesn’t fucking listen when I tell her to give me the right goddamned ones, and it turned out that Nexus and a project proposal I wrote and somebody’s Perl assignment and some political process in the Middle East were all broken, and people started asking me about all of them and then it was 4:00 before I could string together enough coherent words to suggest that all that twitching might be hiding an idea, and then my project supervisor said “let’s all go outside and fling stuff at the building with a tiny trebuchet“, like we’re suddenly a band of midgets trying lay seige to the building we just carried all this crap out of, and the rest of my afternoon was a complete write-off.
Some days you can cross your eyes as hard as you want and the inkblot is still going to turn into a Dali painting, and it doesn’t matter what you do, the whole rest of the day is going to be like that. Deal. Run with it. Don’t panic, is all. They can smell fear.
I’ve got this plan to hook up one friend of mine with another friend of mine in the next few days, but not on a day I feel like a bag of kittens is batting at the backs of my eyes and I’m one miscue away from telling everybody about the bats. Those poor bastards will find out about the bats soon enough.