*Fascinating talk from Lashy… /lights up… I’ve definitely spotted murmuration before… /deep drag…*
*S’looping header image? LoL… /plumes smoke… Dunno if that’s a sloop, Clicky, butt there’s definitely a connection to friend-ship… /flicks ash…*
‘Two houses have partially collapsed after a sinkhole measuring 10ft (3m) opened up on a Manchester street.
‘Four homes were evacuated on Wednesday evening after the hole appeared on Walmer Street in Abbey Hey, Gorton.
‘Fire crews returned hours later after the front of two of the empty properties crashed to the ground.
‘United Utilities said it was dealing with a collapsed sewer but was investigating all possible causes including the recent heavy rain.’
*A Sink Cinque sync… /grins… Should I have mentioned that Kent ain’t a town, Clicky? /puffs contentedly… Armies, limbs… /thinks… Mmm, sandwich…*
Can only speak for myself with respect to black holes, but my first introduction to the ones that science talks about is via a Song by the Canadian rock group Rush…”Cygnus X-1 Book I: The Voyage”. Was off of their A Farewell To Kings album, and the album had only just been released, so I guess I was 9/about to turn 10 at the time that I first heard it. I can say that the song and its related concepts instantly “synced” with me because I’d been chasing whirlpools my entire life up to that point. Here, wicked thunderstorms and its associated flash flooding are common, the drainage back then was quite bad, and one of my entertainments after the lightning stopped and we were released from our hiding places was to go look for whirlpools in the receding water(s).
A: Could it be that a storm is generating them?
Me and Roob kinda talked about this last night, and I’ve no desire to steal her thunder because I have no idea what she has planned for this post, but thinking that maybe perhaps the reach of a something is beyond some localized and more or less isolated something that is easily and/or more readily identifiable. To relate, there is supposedly a super-massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I had a theory that there was a black hole at the center of our galaxy when I was in 6th grade, but I was told that was impossible/I was nuts. I looked at pics of the Milky Way, it occurred to me that something had to be driving all those stars moving, and that something at the center had to be driving it. I was told however that black holes eat things. Well, fuck…maybe the black hole at the center of our galaxy is more cat-like. It plays with its food before it eats it?
I'm feline a digress-type thing coming on.
Thing is, if there is a something driving a something else, where does and do those things start/stop? Meaning, if there is a something at the center of our galaxy that is driving the movement, aren’t all the celestial bodies within its grasp merely extensions of the driving force? To go even further, wouldn’t all the galaxies merely be extension of eachother?
As to whether or not I in fact really was sitting here for several hours pondering flooding issues in Yorkshire a coupla nights ago?
Yeah, I was.
*/drags… From Manchester to Antarctica, via Kent… /streams smoke… Birds and Byrd… /smirks… Twitter…*
*Lashy had something to say about luck in this previous talk, Clicky… /gnaws on thumbnail… Casino and gambling… /smokes…*
To be honest Roob (and Clicky), I’ve mentioned Admiral Byrd quite a few times probably. Any time it seems contextually accurate to do so anyway. That story about Byrd flying into some sort of portal, meeting the inhabitants of Agartha, then popping out of the portal at the North Pole? That’s some weird shit. Not to mention that none of that craziness appears in any of the official accounts. Oh sure, there’s some weird shit associated with Operation Highjump, but I don’t recall ever bumping into anything “official” regarding encounters with intraterrestrial beings nor 0th dimensional portals.
OH! Speaking of intraterrestrial beings and aliens or whatever, yesterday, I looked for some information on “ride disasters” here at Six Flags Over Texas. Been doing some thinking about hauntings at amusement parks, and it got me to thinking of all the stuff that I recall hearing when I was a kid. There is a ride here that was formerly called “The Cave” or “The Cave Of Spee-Lunkers” that I recall hearing a story about where someone was bitten by Cottonmouths/Water Moccasins multiple times on this particular ride…The Cave. I couldn’t find anything about any such thing happening, but I did find this…
The music is a recreation/not the original, but after listening, it sounds pretty close to correct as far as I recall as I rode that ride many times over many years before they changed it to the Looney Tunes stuff it is currently themed to. Aliens, living underground, doing their thing.
Hrm.
Ya think it could be said that the bacteria and viruses and other assorted things living inside of us are “living underground”? I mean hell, supposedly my heart and soul and spirit and all that jazz is inside of me, so is the entirety of “me” living underground?
Waves of weird, break upon the rocks of my consciousness.
*What? We talk, like, a lot…*
*Shut up…*
*Knot a crust, I imagined that… /final drag… It was about harvesting energy from a black hole ‘soup’… /stubs butt… Maybe I was thinking of soup skin…*
Hey…not to change the subject too much, but have you noticed all the yadda yadda recently about banality and especially complacency? Seems like both sides of the political spectrum are trying like hell to energize/motivate the middle. Which is damn weird after an election. But, I expect this QAnon crap and the subsequent US Capitol bullshit means that some room needs to be made for various migrations between the major parties. Dunno how many conservatives of both the fiscal and social varieties even remain in the Democratic party, and not sure where the social conservatives in the Republican party would even go, ‘cept to maybe some new party. And what is it that got me to thinking about all that rambling crap? Welp, one word in your second to last sentence…”harvesting”.
Would they be harvesting? Or harnessing. Is there a difference between harvesting energy and harnessing energy?
Seems like a black hole would require a harness before a harvest. That means workers of some type are needed for the enterprise.
I’m the type of idiot that would sign up for a job like that. What the fuck else am I gonna do?
/shrug
I wonder if I could write/send letters in close proximity to a black hole. If so, who would I write, and what would I even say?
*So, some kinda rube? Interesting, Clicky…*
“Black holes are commonly surrounded by a hot ‘soup’ of plasma particles that carry a magnetic field,” explains astrophysicist Luca Comisso from Columbia University.
“Our theory shows that when magnetic field lines disconnect and reconnect, in just the right way, they can accelerate plasma particles to negative energies and large amounts of black hole energy can be extracted.”
Comisso‘s new work – co-authored by physicist Felipe A. Asenjo from the Universidad Adolfo Ibáñez in Chile – provides a new prism for glimpsing how energy extraction from a spinning black hole could work.
*It’s… not a week sync, Clicky… /lights up… Beside, the 15th was mum’s birthday, may she rest in peace… /smokes…*
*Leggy wrote a post on nanobots, Clicky? /lights up and smokes… I heard mention of those in a new vid from Lashy just last night…*
*True – Leggy does live in the Scottish Highlands… /thinks… And he’s got swords…*
Nigel sat at the remains of his desk, idly twirling the paper-knife in the fingers of his left hand. With a swift motion he grasped it and thrust it through the palm of his right hand. His head pressed the high back of the chair as his body stiffened against the pain, his teeth clamped shut to avoid biting the end of his tongue. With a gasp, he forced his body to relax and looked at his shaking right hand.
Bright red life oozed from both sides, running along the blade and handle of the knife and forming crimson lines along his wrist. His face set into a grimace as he quickly pulled the blade free, then he sat sobbing as he watched the wound close, the flow trickle to a stop. As the last traces of his self-inflicted injury faded, he roughly wiped the blood from his hands onto his trousers. Standing, he walked to the shattered window, wiping the tears from his eyes with a wrinkled, filthy sleeve.
It had been his invention, his own work. Why should he share it? If he had told his supervisors they would simply have taken his idea and left him behind, alone and forgotten. He couldn’t let that happen. He had decided to keep his success secret until he could announce his invention himself. He would wait until the time was right.
He had tested his invention on himself, of course. Nigel recalled that day, months ago, when he had injected his microscopic robots into his veins. He remembered that first thrill as they set to work. His chest pains had vanished as his heart was healed. He had discarded his spectacles as his vision was restored. The arthritic ache in his shoulder simply disappeared. What an invention! He would be famous, or would have been.
Nigel felt tears returning to his eyes as he surveyed the desolation of the city. Four days ago – maybe more, Nigel wasn’t sure – nuclear Armageddon had arrived and everyone had left in a flash of radiation. Nigel could recall the pain as the wave of gamma-rays had followed the edge of the blast through his beautiful suburban house. His carefully tended garden had turned into a desert of brown, twisted stalks, although still in their perfectly ordered rows in the sterile soil.
He watched as the bulging wall of a distant building suddenly gave way, showering bricks and mortar onto the dust-obscured street below. The sound traversed the distance easily, unhindered in the silence of this dead world.
The flash had killed him, but it hadn’t killed his robots. He had no idea how long it had taken them, but they had repaired him. They had brought him back to life. He had invented more than just a medical dream. He had invented immortality.
If only he had told someone else.
*Fantastic book, Clicky… /stubs butt… So’s ‘is uvver one…*
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