Space scientists are wondering where, exactly, "space" begins. Gosh, is that about one deep query or what. Here's a helpful tip for space scientists...look up. "Space" begins right at the end of your nose. You see there isn't a dang thing between the end of your nose and the absolute end of the universe. Well and provided you're not standing inside a building. Walls, ceilings, and shit like that there tend to obstruct one's field of vision. Next shocking newsie item would be that it has been "recently" discovered that ticks can fly. Evidently ticks have wings. Wow...here comes the invasion of flying ticks. Ticks are of course those ever so annoying dang bugs that burrow into your skin and infest a person with Lyme disease. Dang ticks will drive your dog straight up nuts. After a hike or a day in the desert, you've got to give your critter the once over and remove any and all ticks. Dang bugs anyway...
Now for Thursday machine art -
taxidermy trophy -
lightning -
Pablo -
Dr. Seuss -
coy -
horizon -
I find the notion of 'taxidermy' so wholly disgusting as to not merit a kind mention anywhere. taking the skin off of hunted and killed animals to stitch on to a manikin replica is certainly Nazi-ish. taxidermists are of course crawling assholes! 😝
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