Current mood:	hungry
Current music:	Elliot Smith- Tomorrow Tomorrow

For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky
PS, the colour is so much nicer on my computer. Obviously ImageShack has issues with .jpg files and wants me to use .png from now on, or something. It's only, like, the most commonly used file format for pictures. Anyway, check out the Winchester music love and the hot journal the layout pixies gave to me. NOTE TO PIXIES: I wish it to be known that I kept up the layout for as long as possible, but that it was slightly impairing my ability to read anything. But your HTML is impressive, and it is lovely, so I have saved it regardless of practicality.

And I have joined the Mages and Fighters Guild, as well as having been invited to the Dark Brotherhood, and am ten levels better than Dad. Har har.

Totally getting better at the hair.
Second black and white is nice.

I have been watching too much Star Trek. We were discussing the parallels of The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet a few days ago and I was paying little enough attention to what I was saying to remark, oh yeah, that's just like those two feuding families, the Capulets and the Romulans.

Never did like the stupid Montagues anyway.

The upside is that I've been more eager to finish The Physics of Star Trek, which is an absolutely fascinating breakdown of all the technology aboard all Federation starships, even if it's only mentioned Captain Kirk once so far. Thus preceedeth physics ramblings that need to be written down somewhere but you are perfectly exempt from reading, except maybe Shosto, because we're cool like that. Everytime I try to enthuse about it to my parents they give me this weird maybe-we-should-DNA-test-for-parenthood look which is decidedly undeserved.

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Wormholes are likened to a piece of bent MDF and connect points A and B when formed, making them very close together. All well and good, you say, until you realise that before the wormhole existed A and B were very very far away from one another and it was only the wormhole, a sudden addendum to the fabric of the universe, that made them close together - and, of course, that the moment the hole closes (as all wormholes are unstable), the points will once again be very far apart.

Blackholes are also a particularly mind-boggling subject to touch upon - did you know we could be living inside a black hole right now, slowing spiralling towards a quantum singularity where the undulation of spacetime becomes infinitely sharp and we will all be crushed into nothingness? To boot, to an outside observer such as God it would appear that anything within said black hole is frozen in time due to a blackhole's bending light, altering the rate at which clocks tick and thereby stopping time (all thanks to Einstein's special relativity).

The optimistic prediction that by the twenty-third century (assuming that extrapolating the data from the advance of the common PC over the few decades will be an accurate prediction as to the advance of technology until that time) Scotty's transporter may indeed by possible is an awesome prospect. Even if the energy required to break down the body into its constituent atoms is equivalent to 100 1-megatonne hydrogen bombs and that's just for one human's data. And that, should the transporter ever actually work, it would be the ultimate proof of the nonexistence of a soul and thus the death-blow to many well-established religions.

Oh yeah. And warp drive. Think of spacetime, and then think... of a trampoline. A trampoline that, by contracting and expanding various different parts of the universe by way of gigantic magnetic fields, could almost instantaneously move a starship many many lightyears whilst avoiding both the issue of near-light-speed travel and the impossibility of rocket-propelled motion in order to reach such speed. And it's a physical possibility. How. Cool. Is. That.

I haven't even got onto dilithiam crystals yet. If you're nice to me, maybe I'll draw you a diagram. X)

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Holiday! First few days spent at Indian Head Resort in the mountains, where we met some sweet Ukrainian waiter who accidentally started speaking in an English accent after serving us and pulled weird Ukrainian faces in response to the awful country singer next door. Yadda yadda yadda, Something to do with nature - I kinda zoned out on that one - and a pedalo or two. Then we drove down to Bar Harbor in Maine where lobster was consumed and we went to the secret island in the sea which is only accessible for a few hours each day, and should by all rights be the home of blood-thirsty zombies and hot teenagers in various stages of undress, but wasn't. Again with the nature thing, but I wouldn't know.

Tired. But in a good way, I guess. ♥