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Staring Us In The Face?

Okay, bear with me on this one.

The other day I had a whole lot of down time at work, so I fired up Google Earth and started looking around. I will admit that prior to this I had been on some NASA or JPL site looking at Pluto or Mars and the obviously catastrophic geological history of both those planets, noting in particular how it seems that something large collided with Pluto at some point in its history.

As the globe in Google Earth was rotating into view, there it was; something I’d looked at a hundred times but never really saw: what looked a humungous, heavily eroded impact crater encompassing northeast Arizona, southeast Utah, northwest New Mexico, and the southeast corner of Colorado.

Okay, so I’m sure that geologists will tell me it’s nothing and that if something that big ever hit the earth it would not just be an extinction level event, but a planet-r/ending one as well, but look at how the mountain ranges seem to form a ring around the valley. That area was also extremely active volcanically at one time (not surprising if something big hit—or skimmed off the planet), so my community-college level of understanding of geology kicked in and made a connection that undoubtedly isn’t there.

The basin—if it is a basin—is not perfectly circular, so if it’s the result of an object coming in in, it came in at an angle, and that’s why I’m suggesting it wasn’t so much as an impact but a mere grazing.

Yeah, I’m know instinctively that it’s nothing beyond fodder for my imagination, and I come off sounding like one of those guys who see broken pottery, machinery and tiny humans on the photos beamed back from the Mars rovers, but I have no plans to make any 30 minute videos to back up my proposition. That being said, it’s still fun to contemplate, since there is still so much we don’t know about the history of our planet and our universe…

Plus it gets my mind off politics for a while, and today I can really use some “intellectual” escapism.

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I Dreamt About The Doctor Last Night

I don’t remember which Doctor and I don’t remember whether I was a participant or merely an observer, but the gist of the dream was that The Doctor had done something impossible (as usual) to save someone/something/some planet, and in so doing placed the entire Universe in jeopardy. In the process, he ended up with two identical Tardises (Tardii?) and the only way he could make things right again was to learn whether space and time or space or time were indeed infinite.

To do this, he set each Tardis to explode if they discovered either one (or both) was finite and sent them on their way.

It turned out that time was infinite, but not space.

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Yes Please

Mockup of Apple’s rumored next-generation MacBook Pro with a dynamic OLED bar replacing the standard row of function keys…

When I first read about this I thought “Oh hell no!” but now that I’ve seen it, me likey!

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Happy Father’s Day

It may not have been the life you wanted or would have have chosen if you’d had the freedom to live your truth, but you had no regrets when all was said and done, and I still miss you every damn day.

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The First Time

Nearly half a century later I remember it as if it happened yesterday. Fourth grade, alone in my room as was often the case. Where was my mom? Probably in the kitchen. Where was my sister? Outside the in the back yard or watching television in the family room; details elusive and unimportant.

It had stood up on its own unbidden before; many times in fact. The first time I recall it happening I was only three or four years old, and scrambled to explain to my father why I was naked and sprawled out of the floor, rubbing my body against the rough carpet. “I was looking for something under the bed,” was the remembered excuse. But this time it was different; it demanded attention and could not be ignored.

I slipped my pants off, climbed onto the bed and on all fours, straddling the fuzzy faux leopard-skin pillow that had adorned it for many years, started rubbing against it. I thought of the how the new P.E. coach’s nipples prominently showed through his too-tight T-shirts and his chest hair poked out at the neckline. I thought about the man’s bushy mustache and his fresh-out-of-the-Marines high-n-tight buzzcut. As I rhythmically rubbed against the pillow and thought of these things, it felt good. Too good. Suddenly my body was wracked with convulsions; I felt like I was going to piss. The pleasure centers in my brain exploded and I scrambled for my shorts, hoping to stem the flow long enough to get them back on and down the hall into the bathroom before everything was wet. But then it was over. No stream of urine; in fact, nothing at all.

Of course, that would soon change as the days progressed and that urge returned again and again. Quickly I realized that while the initial rush was similar to the feeling of emptying my bladder it was only because I’d had nothing else prior to compare it to; in actuality it very different. And when I realized I wasn’t going to wet everything, I was actually able to enjoy the feeling.  The first time the milky fluid came spraying out—as I stood naked in front of the hall mirror rubbing the pillow against my crotch (where was my mother?)—I thought I’d broken something, yet it did nothing to prevent me from doing it again.

“Why did you take that pillow into the bathroom with you?” my mother eventually asked. “It smells. I want to throw it in the washer but I had to pee first,” I’d respond.

Soon I discovered I could wrap my hand around it and achieve the same result, giving that poor pillow a much-needed respite from the washing machine.

One day I captured some of the milky fluid onto a glass slide and put it under the microscope I’d gotten for Christmas the year before. Slowly the little squiggling things came into focus, confirming what I’d been surreptitiously researching. Nothing was broken.

And so it began—and the Sears catalog was never looked at the same way again.

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Quote of the Day

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…

“But let’s get serious, let’s get journalistic for one second: fuck this evil lying fuckstick coward, his evil lying fucking press conference, his evil lying fucking lobby, and every expensive fucking car their whole flock of fucksticks fucked in on. “It’s literally everyone’s fault except ours,” says this useless foreskin of a person, this mass child-murderer by proxy, sanctimoniously lecturing all of us about “responsibility” with such mind-boggling gutless hypocrisy that it makes you want to peel your entire skin off and mail it to him with the middle finger propped upright forever. “Every school in America should have an armed guard, duh huh hruur rfugnh. [Finger guns, dancing].” –This motherfucker, this fungus on the taint of America, who is either the dumbest ignorant sack of pus who ever lived OR the literal devil. “The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun,” says this amoral piece of turd, neatly sidestepping “or not giving the bad guy a fucking SEMIAUTOMATIC ASSAULT WEAPON.” This mercenary limpdick fuck. This sandwich bag of dog shit. Fuck Wayne LaPierre. Fuck this evil, evil fucking person.” ~ Sashayed, who posted this wonderful rant in 2012!

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THIS.

Source.

Michael Sheldon has posted a batch of memes sure to provoke controversy, plastering I AM OMAR MATEEN on the grinning faces of a host of his country’s most unapologetic homophobes. And I think it’s awesome.

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A Brief Conversation

Me: I seem to remember there used to be a lot more shirtless men running around Phoenix in the summer when I was growing up.

Ben: Skin cancer.

Me: Fuckin’ cancer, taking away all our fun!

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#truth

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I Would Never Wish Anyone Dead…

…but I will take great glee in reading certain obituaries.

Hey Dan, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE? Do you not understand that it is not acceptable for you to be espousing your particular brand of batshit insanity publicly as an elected official?

There are days I really wish I believed in Hell, because no one is more deserving than you, Dan, to wake up there.

P.S. The Internet is forever. Just because you deleted the above tweet after the Internet blew up in your pathetic fucking Dominionist scumbag face doesn’t make it go away.

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