I was reading Phil Plait’s newsletter today (I highly recommend it if you’re a science/space nerd) and he happened to mention the size of our galaxy, the Milky Way. It’s about 100,000 light years across.
And I know the universe is big. We all know that. But think about this: Our own galaxy, which is just one of anywhere from 100 to 200 billion estimated galaxies, would take 100,000 years to cross end to end, and only if you were travelling at the speed of light, which we can’t do.
That is very big.
It makes you wonder how weird the universe can get, because it is so vast we will never see most of it.
This concludes my cosmic deep thought for the day.
Yep. I have reverted the colour scheme back after a whole three days with the new one. Here is the current colour scheme (aka the one I’ve had since the last redesign), which will probably last until I finally move the site off WordPress:
If you go into the future, you don’t know what you’ll find and who knows, you might get eaten by some future hybrid dinosaur and never make it back to the present.
If you go into the past, you’re then morally obligated to prevent some historic tragedy, like the sinking of the Titanic or John Sculley becoming CEO of Apple.
Today, it was this book (and its cover), which was highlighted in a BookBub newsletter I got this morning:
The full title is 3000 Orgasms: How I Went from a Sexless Marriage to a Multi-Orgasmic Wonderland.
I am happy for Rebecca and her (strangely specific) multitude of orgasms. I worked it out and at one orgasm per day, that’s about 8.2 years of daily orgasms (not accounting for leap years). In that light, it doesn’t actually seem like that much.
Well, maybe daily orgasms is being greedy. What if it’s just one colossally amazing orgasm per week? That works out to nearly 154 years (not accounting for leap years), which, given current life expectancy, seems a bit unrealistic.
OK, daily is too much, weekly is too little. Maybe twice a week? Frisky Friday and Torrid Tuesday, perhaps. That works out to just under 77 years of orgasms. Unless you live to be very old or start your shared orgasming very young, this seems like a very generous length of time. But you know what? Let’s call it 2.5 per week instead. I’m not doing the math for that, but it should result in a pretty reasonable stretch of time before one retires to knitting and watching TV or holoscreens or whatever we’ll have for mindless entertainment in the future.
All right, that’s enough math for me this week. Enjoy your orgasms, everyone!
It was 20 years ago yesterday that I made my first post on this blog, creolened.com. Here it is in link form and as a quote in its entirety:
I was the last one to get bell bottom jeans in grade 5 and now I’m the last person on the Internet to have a blog. Hooray for me! As you may have guessed, I am using WordPress for my blogging needs. An apparent feature of WordPress is relentless self-promotion as witnessed by the three separate links for the software on this very page. I’ll be culling a few soon and adding some other links that might prove interesting or not.
Yes, blogs were seemingly cool back in 2005. And they are again! WordPress was new and was exactly what I wanted.
Today I am pondering moving away from it, because it’s both way more than I need, and it’s being run by a man with, uh, let’s say a few issues.
But in whatever form, the blog will continue. A lot has changed in the 20 years since I started writing here (5,498 posts ago, counting this one). I have less hair. I started running. I’ve had an IV stuck in my arms for 11 days. I’ve been to Nashville.
We’ve had three U.S. presidents, one of them especially terrible and literally trying to usher in both the end of democracy and the rise of fascism. So that’s fun.
In Canada, we’ve gone from Conservative minorities to Liberal minorities and our best bet is maybe another Liberal minority.
The world is hotter and stormier than in 2005. Aliens still haven’t saved us. Everything is, of course, more expensive. The internet is a pit of hell controlled by tech oligarchs who want everything they can get their hands on, but mostly power, money and control. It’s kind of bleak.
But some things haven’t changed, such as my capacity to ramble. Here’s to years more of that.
It also snowed some more, but it feels kind of perfunctory, like someone had a checklist with “Make it snow in the Lower Mainland” and did the bare minimum in order to check it off. I’m okay with that.
The week ahead looks mostly cloudy, clear and well below seasonal temperatures, with highs between 0-2°C and lows all the way down to -10°C. This seems like a good time to resume running on the treadmill.
