A Japanese company is planning to sell made-to-order “meteor showers” via a satellite that “will circle the globe and kick out 15 to 20 small metallic pebbles on command”.
Also, for Democrats, discrete email server disposal.
A Japanese company is planning to sell made-to-order “meteor showers” via a satellite that “will circle the globe and kick out 15 to 20 small metallic pebbles on command”.
Also, for Democrats, discrete email server disposal.
The Big Night #1:
Cloudy / Overcast.
The Big Night #2:
“Now, trust me; look in the direction of Sagittarius, honey.”
“Where’s Sagittarius?”
“It says east-northeast. There. Now up 67 degrees.”
“Where?”
“There.”
“I can’t see where you’re pointing.”
“See that blue star?”
“No.”
“The bluish one.”
“No.”
“Then, see the three stars that form sort of a triangle?’
“They all form triangles.”
“A boxy triangle, if you add in the bright one.”
“Maybe. Those ones that look like a cat?”
“Yes. Now just follow the right side of that up, straight up, about another half a foot.”
“Huh. Can we go?”
“Wait, wait. Wait. It’s almost exactly 9:30 on the nose. They said exactly 9:30.”
“This is…”
“3! .. 2! .. 1! And!!”
“What??”
“I’m not sure. I think you could see them burn up on reentry if we had a good telescope.”
“Did you bring a telescope?”
“Well, no, I can’t afford one. I spent all my money on these two launches.”
[She looks at him as a person may view a phenomenon.]
The Big Night #3:
Does not occur. She’s washing her hair.