by We live in interesting times.
Maybe we’re trying to show India who’s boss. Maybe we’re just angry.
Either way,
tonight at, 10/9/09 at 4:30 AM pacific, we are going to bomb the moon to see if there’s water in the fallout. Why weren’t we told earlier? Why isn’t this a national holiday?
The whole event bears a striking resemblance to a Mr. Show sketch, right down to the spectator sport aspect. The debris cloud should be visible to anyone looking out their window with a 10-inch telescope. However, since I long since sold my telescope for meth, I’ll be watching NASA’s live feed instead. Here’s the link for that.
My theory is that we are experiencing a test of the emergency social network system. They broke the news today just to see whether we could mobilize the world to watch in 18 hours. Let’s pass this test, America. Let’s all tune in to the opening salvo of our First Lunar War.
Full credit goes to Nick Robison for telling me about this amazing event (and/or making it up).
I woke up, made coffee, turned on the TV, and there we were trying to blow up the moon. I jumped over here to post something about it to find you had beat me to the punch! Things is ~ I completely agree with you. News happens so quick that something like this doesn’t even make a blip on the radar until 10 seconds before it happens. It seems like there should have been a bit more hoopla. More flash mobs. More of a lot of things. Fair enough, there wasn’t much to see in the end, but this whole ‘6 billion people running around with their heads cut off’ world we live in is starting to freak me out. Our attention is way too scattered.
I woke up, made coffee, turned on the TV, and there we were trying to blow up the moon. I jumped over here to post something about it to find you had beat me to the punch! Things is ~ I completely agree with you. News happens so quick that something like this doesn’t even make a blip on the radar until 10 seconds before it happens. It seems like there should have been a bit more hoopla. More flash mobs. More of a lot of things. Fair enough, there wasn’t much to see in the end, but this whole ‘6 billion people running around with their heads cut off’ world we live in is starting to freak me out. Our attention is way too scattered.