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Join Andrew Dunkley and Professor Fred Watson for another riveting Q&A edition of Space Nuts. This episode dives into some fascinating listener questions that challenge our understanding of space and science.First up, Mikey from Illinois poses a thought-provoking question: Can we drink water from the moon or Mars? Andrew and Fred explore the potential risks and benefits of consuming extraterrestrial water, including the presence of unknown substances and the impact of heavy water isotopes.Next, Sean from Nottingham inquires about the Nemesis theory, asking whether there could be a small sun or neutron star in our solar system, possibly linked to the elusive Planet Nine. Fred delves into the history and current standing of this hypothesis, examining its implications for mass extinctions and the structure of our solar system.Finally, Rusty from Donnybrook raises a question about the Hubble constant and whether the interstellar medium might be affecting the measurements of standard candles, leading to discrepancies in the universe's expansion rate. Fred explains the intricacies of this cosmic conundrum and why astronomers have considered and largely ruled out this possibility.
From the safety of lunar water to the mysteries of distant stars and the expanding universe, this episode of Space Nuts promises to ignite your curiosity and expand your cosmic knowledge. Tune in and join the conversation!
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00:01:29 When we get to moon and Mars, should we drink contaminated water
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00:16:32 Recent scientific analysis no longer supports the nemesis hypothesis, NASA says
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cause okay. to finally go into it. essentially when stella is “born” (read: crash-lands shooting star style) scott has a really bad moment of “oh. not even the universe sees me as my own person. i’m just in jordan’s shadow, even to them. how long until they forget about me completely?” and kind of shuts down for the first like six months of stella’s life.
and it’s really not helped because jordan becomes SUPER worried about him, constantly trying to cheer him up and not realizing He Himself is partially why scott feels so bad. it takes some very strategic shubble wrangling to subtly divert jordan away for long enough to be able to talk some sense into scott for him to face his daughter. it’s not her fault that she’s a constant reminder of his biggest insecurities, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with
as stella grows older his relationship with her gets better, especially once he realizes that if he distances himself, she’ll likely blame herself (like he does to himself), and that he was abandoned and that shit Sucked so he can’t let her go through that if he can help it. his and jordan’s relationship Does get better but it takes So many years and So much therapy (read: shubble) to get there. those bad boys can fit So many complexes in em
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Okay fiiine,
Anyways when we got like. Basically the explanation of how the command thingy works it said “other systems” and while I assume that means like. How we’ve changed the void colors, it got me thinking about if other rotomblr systems could do… what you did, becoming sentient?
...Hmm
Well I only know of two parts to the website I know is me. And then The System™ which I can never read its posts and words and stuff but I know it's there. I hear it speaking to me in the back of my mind constantly.
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Now that our mod applications have closed and our team is complete, it’s finally time to meet the mods! This team has been working hard to bring this project to life behind the scenes🌟
@leenfiend is co-head mod and is handling finance, shipping, and social media 🚀
@heynhay is co-head mod and is heading up graphics, art, and layout 🪐
@thespacenico is our wonderful writing mod ☄️
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WIP Whenever
I was tagged by @slusheeduck a bit ago but hooray memory and time aligned so!
I'm tagging @naryrising, @badgerette, @simply-sithel @forestofsprites, @samhausenn--if you feel so inclined you're all a mix of WIP types also!
Since it's Flash Fiction Feb I'm mostly poking around with that, and my AO3-destined fics are mostly, ah not quite there yet (we are not counting the one on the Alphasmart rn, that's like my Flinstones fic).
[ID: A screenshot of tabs in Visual Studio Code. They are named: Jonathan Gold.txt, unfilmed-episodes.txt, hallmark-hench.txt, Israel Hands was no fool. He knew that t... /end ID]
So here's a bit of original:
She told me that it was on the house and she thought I might like to try something new, calling it a “seasonal special.” I let it cool to a safer temperature while making inroads on my chowder. The pastry was sealed perfectly, no leaking gravy giving me a clue as to the contents.
When it felt safe to pick up, I did, gingerly, my fingers causing a cascade of buttery flakes onto the plate. I love empanadas or, more truly, any culture’s hand pies. That all humans have, at some point, decided to wrap their favourite starches around fillings for crunchy treats on the go is something beautiful to me. Eagerly, but carefully, I took a bite and was rewarded for my earlier patience by a filling that was hot but not the searing temperature of savoury lava. Like all hand pies it’s the second bite that really tells you what it’s all about. There was a rich oiliness of meat that surprised me, having become accustomed to the lighter textures of the type of fish found in local waters. It was paired with something dustily herbaceous, and I guessed it was a blend of the wild sage and mint that competed for what dirt they could wrest from the razor-sharp sea grass. But, other than that, this was very much a meat that relied on its own juices, salt, and time for flavour.
Looking into the empanada as I chewed, admiring the proportion of gravy to meat I saw it was the kind of dark flesh that chars almost purple-black, bordering a rich red. Despite the clear presence of those richly-tinted myoglobin proteins there was undeniably the flavour of the sea to it. I liked it very much and spent the rest of my meal alternating between my chowder and the pastry, ending up full enough that I grabbed a coffee to keep me from a post-meal nap.
In my satiated bliss I forgot to ask the server what the meat was from. As I walked past the sculpture park to my cottage with the green trim I resolved to remember to inquire on my next visit—and to possibly see what other seasonal specials were now available to me.
The coffee, sugary as it was, made with the small café’s dedication to its syrup collection, was enough to keep me going not only past my body’s desire for a siesta but into the parts of the night that are rightly the next day. When I finally let myself lay down, I was certain I’d see the sun rise but almost immediately slipped into dreams. And with them, I saw the creature for the first time.
There are things I can't tell you and things I won't tell you, for my safety and for yours, respectively. I'd thought myself inured to the gut-dropping realisation of how small humans are against the deep and the things that dwell there. As I've said, this coast and its waters were as much home to me as if I'd been raised there. Confronted with expanse beyond easy comprehension at the most I felt a momentary doubling as if a quick measure were being taken, a comparison. And, on realising that I was but a mote in the eye of the sea I moved on easily.
Thrown as I was into this apparent dream there was no subconscious preparation, and my reaction proved my confidence a liar. I've already described my initial and subsequent reactions to the beast and won't bore you with them again, but I do want to impress that even semi-prepared with a life familiar to the unknowable I was humbled. I woke with my alarm at my usual time feeling hollowed out, my mind unable to piece together what I'd seen.
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