Sunday, October 19, 2008

In Space No One Can Smell You Scream

I read an interesting article the other day, and I haven't been able to get this topic out of my head since. The article is about how NASA has asked a fragrance company to reproduce the smell of space. What?

My first thought was "space doesn't smell!". My admittedly rudimentary understanding of how the sense of smell works is that molecules from the item with the odor find their way into your nose and alight on your olfactory sensors, which then transmit the odor to your brain. A process that makes me cringe every time I smell poop - basically you have poop in your nose! Yuck. But anyway, space is a vacuum, right? A nothingness. But I guess there are "things" floating around in space (like Earth for example), so I guess it's possible that there are molecules floating around that can transmit odors.

So after I decided that maybe there are things that could cause space to have a "smell", my second thought was "even if space has a smell, no human has ever been exposed directly to the vacuum of space, so how would anyone know what it smells like?". I found an explanation of how space could be smelled here. Apparently astronauts who have operated airlocks after space walks have smelled space in the air within the International Space Station and on the suits of the astronauts who have re-entered the ship. I'll be damned.

So what does space smell like? The first article describes it as a combination of "hot metal, fried steak and the welding of a motorbike". Um, 'kay. The fried steak part kind of freaks me out, but those odors aren't in general unpleasant. So now I can't wait for the "Space" Yankee Candle. OK, maybe not. But I do want to smell it someday. Maybe they'll have a Smell of Space exhibit at the National Air and Space Museum.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

X Marks The Spot

I know it's prolly not the safest thing to do, but this morning on the way to work I took some photos while driving. I've had my camera in the car the last couple of days. This morning there was this crazy "X" in the sky and I just had to break out the camera. I guess it was a couple of airplane contrails that crossed. Or something.







And then after the "X" I saw this. I'm like Towelie, I have no idea what's going on.


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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Blogiversary

Hey, I almost forgot - today is my 2 year blogiversary! Year two has really flown by. It's also been way more stable than year one, which is OK by me. Wow, I've gone from no readers all the way up to three! That's one-and-a-half a year!

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Recuperation

Saturday was just what the doctor ordered. I goofed off all damn day. In the morning I went to see Grindhouse. I thought it was great. I was very surprised by Freddy Rodriguez's ability to pull off that role convincingly. He always looks like such a pipsqueak when I've seen him before, but I thought he was great as an action hero. And how did they do those amazing stunts in "Death Proof"? Wow. CGI effects just can't hold a candle to stunts done "for real" like the ones in that segment of the film. You can always tell when it's real, and it makes such a big sphincter-tightening, edge-of-your-seat difference. My favorite fake "prevue" was "Machete", although I also liked "Don't". Yesterday I also finally squeezed in another workout (OK, not goofing off but I was doing something that I wanted t0!) Actually today has been pretty loosey-goosey too, so I guess I'm ready to tackle another week.

Have you all seen the Alanis Morisette parody of "My Humps"? I actually find it quite haunting, I can't get it out of my head. Here 'tis:




Today's cake gorgers (wow, what a slow day!):

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

All This and Handpimple Too!

Today is the perfect example of why I need to get more sleep. I'm pretty much in a stupor, my mind is just in a fog. I feel almost as if I've been drugged. I can't concentrate on anything or focus enough to get anything productive done. I'm just sitting here taking up space and breathing peoples' air. I need a do-over. Here's some random B.S.:

* It's been a week since my last headache, which is good. Don't know if I'm going to make it through today, though.

* I have handpimple. I've had this weird little bump on my hand for a while that kind of reminded me of a pimple trying to form, so I tried to squeeze it like a blackhead. It backfired and now I have handpimple. Hmm, maybe that should be my next SPC.

* For those of you anxiously awaiting for Heather Mills' s leg to fall off on DWTS, you may have to settle for this.

* But Mom, I want a color-shifting car!

Today's cake inhalers:

And here is a bonus birthday segment. I didn't do one last Wednesday because I was driving to Fort Worth, but I missed a very important birthday!

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Friday, March 30, 2007

Fight The Power

Today has been a real knockout, dragout with Baby Powder Man. His evil stench was particularly strong today, so I cranked open the melon air freshener quite a bit this morning. BPM may have gotten the best of me today though, because now I feel a headache coming on. It's been a real baby powder beatdown. You may have won the battle BPM, but I'm going to win this war!

Speaking of headaches, I've been getting more than my fair share lately. In fact I just had to take some of my migraine medicine last night when I got home from work. I'm hoping that it's attributable to the fact that I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. That's one of my resolutions that I've been struggling with. I'm just like the rest of you - there just isn't enough time in the day to do everything I want to do. I can't even imagine what it would be like if I had children! I don't know what the answer is. Maybe it's planning my day better or dropping some of the things I like to do. I'm not sure, but I've just got to get more sleep.

And now for something completely different. On the way to work this morning I saw two of the worst bumper stickers I've ever seen. They were both real WTF experiences. The first one said "Say No To Cheap Cargo" and the other one said "Jetskiing Is Not A Crime". You know, I really don't give a shit about the opinions of total strangers so I would prefer to see no bumper stickers at all, but if you must apply one at least make it over an issue that is worth the trouble. Cheap cargo? Jetskiing? Who cares?! I wasted valuable reading time on those stickers! You know what? Douchebaggery Is A Crime, and you sirs, are under arrest.

Whew, good thing I'm at home now.

Here's some pictures of some strange-looking clouds I took last week:











These people may have been jamming cake into their pieholes today:

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Thursday, March 29, 2007

The Check Razor Is In The Mail

Recently I received this fancy-pants razor via the U.S. Mail:


I'm scared to use it because I don't want to end up liking it. Why? Um, 4 replacement cartridges for this sucker cost about $12. I currently use the Mach 3, and those cartridges are pretty damn expensive at $8 for 4. Although I do use one cartridge for quite a long time, enough is enough. I need to investigate some of the cheapo brands, I ain't no millionaire.
On another note, I recently watched a movie that turned out to be extremely funny. Maybe it was the fact that I had fairly low expectations, but I thought that Tenacious D In: The Pick of Destiny was hilarious. There were a multitude of laugh-out-loud moments for me. I mean, hell, John C. Reilly plays Sasquatch! With a speech impediment, no less. And Dave Grohl as Satan is amazing. I'm not sure that I would recommend it to most of you, because it may be more of a guy movie, but if you have any fans of low-brow humor in your house you could do a lot worse.

Little Man says: "Don't forget to brush yo teefs, kids!"

If you see any of these people today, wish them a happy birthday:






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