red [planet] rover, come over, come over (reflections, ~~)
When I was much much younger, starting toward making the transition from young child toward teenager, I was the sort of person who read a lot of science fiction but had almost stopped reading fantasy, because "that's not real and I like real things." I'm familiar with what my own thoughts would have been at that age about Opportunity.
"Who cares? It's a tool that broke. It's just some wires and circuits, it's just a machine."
That I did not grow up to be that sort of person owes itself to a lot of things - a multitude of interactions with people who taught me the value of things that weren't strictly speaking true, several really good books, and a slowly-dawning awareness that some of the things that I wanted most would never be within my grasp. The person I was then would have been stunned that I'm tearing up whenever I read a tribute to our brave little rover, the little probe that could.
I'm really really glad I didn't grow up to be that person, and I can recognize that one of the constants of our world has stopped being constant - a little signpost of infinity has gone missing.
The seasons come and go but they're always there. Pharrell Williams doesn't age as the years go on because of the painting in his cellar. The waves roll up the beach forever. Capitalism is still bad. The stars in the sky still burn and twinkle when we look up to them. Two hundred gigameters away, there was a space probe trundling over the rocks and dust that had been running for so long that we _forgot it could stop doing that_.
Godspeed, Opportunity. We'll come visit you someday. I don't think you'd want to come back to Earth, I think you'd prefer that we stayed there with you. But we'll come for you. Sleep well, and when you wake again there will be others around you to celebrate your deeds.
You meant countless things to countless people, and the universe is a lesser thing now without you roaming around. Until we meet again, sweet rover.
Oh. Oh jeez. I just... yeah. Haha. I just figured out why I like Assassin's Creed games this much. I get to be an ambush predator via gameplay.
...Also now that there's been enough sequels that I don't have to feel shitty for it being one of That Monster's favorite series. That helps a lot too. Playing as Ezio... never felt great.
dreams, trauma. (-)
I dreamed about meeting That Monster physically, about actually choosing to go meet him. There was a message passed on somehow. I went to his apartment. No sign of his wife or children. He was working as a programmer for WotC. We talked, and the whole time I wondered why I wasn't being set off, why no panic attacks. He never really acknowledged his betrayal, but it was also hard to ask about it.
I didn't feel panicky during the dream. but I sure do now x..x
Several years worth of Seattle snow deposited overnight
Pictures show a completely normal front walk and driveway for a Seattle home except that there is like, holy shit, a fuckin lot of snow on them. White cars are invisible. Anything more than half an inch of snow a year is unusual. This is madness. Tiny flakes continue to fall through the air. This is the price for our hubris but it was supposed to be the mountain that killed us all. Fire and/or Ice, except that Loki hasn't shown up yet.
Spoilers for Skyjacks
So this gif of a space shuttle main engine starting up:
https://m.imgur.com/gallery/tgZ2WgA
The engine bell here is 2.4 meters in diameter. It's burning 1,300 liters of fuel per second and throwing the exhaust gas out at 3.6 kilometers per second.
Space travel is hardcore.
Don't mind me, I'm just sticking my nose into these sarongs and inhaling deeply because they still smell like Hawaii
Photo album (Kailua Kona 2019 trip)
For everybody who wants to see the sights with the shots I remembered to take:
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.