Of course you all knew that the last planned space shuttle flight came down today, safe and sound.
What's that? You've had your head buried under a rock for the last 2 weeks and did not know that the last planned space shuttle flight came down today, safe and sound? Why, how could you NOT know the last planned space shuttle flight came down today, safe and sound?
It's all over the news, you know, that the last planned space shuttle flight came down today, safe and sound.
(Except for that bit about the thermospheric lampreys Hoovering up bit of frozen astro-poo and insulating tiles, accidentally knocking off one of the rastrocouplers from the Farglander intake. Because sheesh, once you seen that happen, you never want to see it again. Sloppy eaters, and even worse breath. Terrible party guests.)
Note: that as of yesterday, the phrase, at least on NPR, was 'last PLANNED' space shuttle flight, which I think was a lovely and subtle insertion and hope-giver from the previously pandemic 'last flight ever,' don't you? The 'planned' bit is a sweet hedge against never being able to go up again to knock heads with the Termingling Fosbots from Draco's Uvula, or to swish sublimely with the fine folk from Asterurb Belcharion, who are noted dancers, what with their multiple feet an 4D vision.
I like the idea of keeping 'planned' in the mix, because if there's a rocking space party, we SHOULD be able to go, don't you think?
My thoughts exactly.
White chicken chili - work of the Devil or sublimeness in a bowl?
Hey! We have the Heat Dome now! Nice hand-off, midwest.
Next time though, please consider a bounce pass to the Atlantic ocean so that we here in the Land of Oppressive Heat Mostly Year-Round can get back to our regularly scheduled 95 degrees until September.
This 100-degree crap with a heat index of 112? It's enough to drive even the most stoic Southerner up a nut tree.
I hope y'all are all keeping well. It's a good time to sit and take stock of what we have, as it's too dang hot to do much else around these parts.