Cassiopeia Supernova at www.hubblesite.org.
There’s a story by…Ray Bradbury, I think. I read it years ago, and the premise is that when it reaches a certain temperature, people basically go nuts and kill each other. It’s not quite that hot yet, but it’s getting there. You don’t want to be within smacking distance of me when all of this goes down. 80 degrees in the house? At 1:30 in the morning?! You have to be kidding me! I’d open the window but then all of the mosquitoes, pollen, and gang members would get in.
I can’t sleep. I never sleep. When I’m awake at night, I eat strawberries and look at pictures of nebulas and supernovas. I muse about my stories. I change all of my character’s names, and then change them back again the next day when I’m lucid.
Things in my Google history: asymmetrical bobs, hand spasms numbness, Marin County CA, moray eels, bloodstone, anti perky, glitter shoes, Cassiopeia, Rand’s We the Living
“asymmetrical bobs”? Like those two “bobs” on a woman’s chest?
A little coincidental fun here. Bloodstone is in my history as well. haha! So what is up with asymmetrical bobs?
Kurt, you’re such a man.
Haircuts. I’m looking up haircuts!
Haircuts! Eyes up here, mister!
Sorry, thought it was a typo. *sheepish grin* So I won’t even comment on “hand spasms numbness” then.
I’m going to psychoanalyze the heck out of this little exchange. Jeremy wears a white hat and Kurt is off in wish-fulfillment land. And Nisa just rocks! Why were you looking up bloodstones, as well?
Strawberries, eh? I like soft pretzels. Any carbs, really. I’m a machine for them. Then I will watch mad TV until I am exausted enough to go to bed.
Marin County? That’s where I was almost swallowed whole by that giant shark!