Oy, vey!

I'm eavesdropping on a show Galina is watching in the next room, something broadcast under the "20/20" imprimatur, on various threats to life on earth. So far, they've covered gamma ray bursts and now they're nattering on about black holes.

Apparently, the people putting together the program were not interested at all in a report published online by Nature, which was reported by Space Daily as follows:

Astronomers reported Wednesday that gamma-ray bursts – gigantic explosions of energy that could threaten life on a galactic scale – pose nearly no threat in the Milky Way because the conditions necessary for their instigation do not exist here.

And what they're saying right now about black holes should make the scientific talking heads participating in this broadcast blush with shame. (I have in mind the descriptions of what would happen to you, physically, as you approach a black hole, e.g., "your arms and legs would be torn off.")

You gotta love broadcast journalism entertainment.

Cheers...

Three down...

The translation is gone, along with its invoice.

Now, what to do in the, er, 27+ hours of occupancy remaining in our leased space?

The good news is that, as part of the postal station shutdown, all of the mail in our boxholder's boxes was removed to the post office downtown, so we don't have to schlepp mailboxes full of paper out of the store.

The not-so-good news is that today was yet again a day of mostly throwing stuff out, as opposed to taking stuff out (although throwing stuff out is a Good Thing™). I also did manage to clear out a space in the garage for the furnishings from the store - goodness knows if it's adequate. If not, we'll have to decide what part of it we'll leave under the verandah until we can shoehorn it all in.

Hopefully, the movers will be there on time, and Drew will show up to remove his paintball stuff and some other items (fish tank, supporting table that looks like a doghouse).

Cheers...