Not much going on. A_jack and Koz edited this into this:
Then, The Dude edited it into this:
And fun was had by all.
This is an archive of really cool Apollo space mission photos, but the site is slow, so I've hosted some of the best ones.
Apollo 9 liftoff
Apollo 11 liftoff
Apollo 11 in the sky
View from Earth orbit
"The Apollo 11 flag did not stand long. It was blown over during takeoff by the LM ascent engine's exhaust plume"
Buzz Aldrin
Moon bootprint
Earth rise 1
Earth rise 2
Earth rise 3
Earth rise 4
Earth rise 5
Lunar Module ascent
Apollo 13 Mission Control during oxygen cell failure (OMGWTF)
View of Earth from Apollo 13
While we're on the topic of space, I found this. ENGAGE!
Michael Moore: REAL ULTIMATE POWER
I found a really good Rubik's Cube solver. It's not optimal, but it solved my cube in 90 steps.
I'm not usually political, but this is just disturbing. So if you claim the Holocaust never happened, Israel can force you to be extradited and prosecuted. Thoughtcrime, anyone? And why can Israel make laws that affect other nations?
Also, 2 new pictures of CmdrTaco. 1 2
I had a really strange dream, I figured I would write it down here before I forgot it. I was eating dinner at Grandpa's house, at a table in the downstairs TV room, it was right in the place Grandma's hospital bed was during her last few days. Grandpa and I were sitting at the table eating, but then Grandma was there too. None of us thought anything of it at the time, it just seemed like the regular routine. All of us eating dinner together. I think near the end of the meal, I realized that Grandma wasn't supposed to be there, and I asked her "Why are you here?" She told me "Oh, don't worry about that." In the dream after that, Grandpa, Mom and I were sitting in Grandpa's house at the upstairs table. I was eating a Rainbow Cone (chocolate, strawberry, sherbet, pistachio, and "yellow cherry" ice cream) that Grandpa got out of the cabinet. For some reason it didn't start melting until Grandpa took it out of the (room-temperature) cabinet, but the bottom of the cone was gone and some of the ice cream was dripping out onto a napkin on the table. Mom was sitting next to me, and Grandma was sitting at the end of the table, silent. I think Mom and I simultaneously realized that Grandma probably shouldn't be there, and we gave each other a look like "What's going on?" Grandma was wearing what looked like a blue sweatshirt, and shortly after Mom and I realized she was there, she stood up and said "I have to go now" in a weary voice and put on a white baseball hat with a black brim, that had some kind of logo on it. She walked to the front door, and there was a man there in a dark suit. I couldn't see his face. Right as the front door opened, I woke up.
This week has been HELL. COMPLETE AND ABSOLUTE HELL. I have never experienced so much frustration, anger, boredom, depression, and INSANE RAGE in my life. I swear, the whole funeral concept exists only to cause more pain for more people. TWO-DAY WAKE: Stand by your dead grandmother's corpse for SEVEN HOURS STRAIGHT, say hello to people you don't even know and probably won't see for years, and try to keep from bursting into tears in front of everyone. Then, DO IT AGAIN THE NEXT DAY! And then, on the day of the funeral, listen to really sad organ music while sitting there for 45 minutes looking at your dead grandmother. Then, go to the church, and try to sing even though you're all choked up. Then, the long procession to the cemetery by the smelly Argo factory. Say some prayers, cry some more, and leave. AND THEN GO TO A RESTAURANT WITH ALL THE PEOPLE YOU BARELY KNOW! EAT, DRINK, BE MERRY! I have no idea who the hell came up with the whole wake/funeral concept. Its only reason for existence seems to be just to cause FUCKING CRUELTY. You can tell that NOBODY wants to be there. Everyone is sad. Everyone is bored. Everything about the whole situation is SHITTY. If Grandma was alive, she probably would have told us to go home.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE DEAL WITH CANCER!? What the hell kind of parasite kills its host? Grandma never drank, never smoked, ate healthy and always went to church. And yet she STILL died, for NO REASON. Cancer isn't even a method of natural selection, there is NO REASON FOR IT TO EXIST!
My uncle Joe's new wife Diane had to turn the second day of the wake into one big bullshit festival. They were taking pictures of everyone in groups, telling them to smile. "SOMEONE YOU ALL LOVED IS DEAD, SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!" What the hell. And then they were showing everyone the photo album from their recent trip to Cancun. So recent, in fact, that they were all playing at the beach while my grandmother was in pain, dying. Included in the photo album were pictures of Diane's 13 year old daughter Brittany. In a bikini. On the beach. "Posing." That was just wrong.
On top of all this, my sister was being a stupid, self-centered, disrespectful little brat, and generally pissing us all off. She wouldn't stop hitting me and I'm not allowed to hit her back. And I had to go to uncle Joe's house, and I'm so allergic to their damn Golden Retriever. That thing shed all over my clothes.
After this week, I am completely sick of going places, I am completely sick of doing things, I am completely sick of people. I'm just so tired. And I'm out of Pepsi. I want to scream. I want to scream, and scream, and keep screaming. I want to hit my bedpost with a metal pipe, even though Mom told me not to do that anymore. When I die, I want my organs to be harvested, then I want to be cremated, then I want my ashes to just be thrown off a hill. No big to-do.
I just can't believe I'm never going to see Grandma again.
Grandma died yesterday, at 3:40 AM. She always said she wanted to live to see me graduate. I feel awful.
VLC is a really, really, really good media player. It comes with lots of codecs preinstalled. I recommend it.
Jaykc released a demo version of the EMPTV RPG. In ALL CAPS. A GAME. Where you PLAY ROLES. Because it is a ROLE PLAYING GAME. The full version should be out in a month or two. I'm not really familiar with RPGs, but I appreciate his effort. Seb made the title screen. And yes, we all know the fight against the 3 guards is unreasonably difficult.
