It just appealed to me. Purely metaphorical, too - the thought of airborne spiders is enough to make a strong man blanch, quite apart from the quaking coward that is Conrad.
Here an aside. There exists a novel by John Wyndham called "Web", published long after his death, which concerns spiders - SPIDERS THAT THREATEN THE WORLD! in fact. I think the ending has something to do with flying spiders, but don't quote me on that.
Brrrrrrr! |
For yes, I am speaking of the James Web Space Telescope, as featured on that website of all the news that's fit to print, the BBC. The JWST is named after some fearfully dull NASA pen-pusher, though it does provide scope for puns. It is going to be the replacement for good old Hubble (okay, okay, "The Hubble Space Telescope"). You may not realise it now, thanks to the long and faithful service the HST has provided, yet back when it was launched comedians mocked it, because one of the cameras had a fault: O my did they make a song and dance about it. Once it got fixed the comedy gold dried up. Art?
HST |
The JWST is going to be an order of magnitude more capable than it's predecessor, to the extent that it can photographically assay the atmospheres of extra-solar planets.
Just stop and think about that for a moment. This space telescope will be able to determine if organic processes (for which read "living things") are at work within the biosphere it gets aimed at.
Is there life out there? By this time in 5 years you may have an answer to that -
JWST with puny humans for scale |
Speaking Of Which -
I came across a sci-fi novel synopsis which piqued my interest: "The Killing Star" by George Zebrowski and Charles Pellegrino. In this rather apocalyptic work, aliens wipe out most of the human race right at the start of the book. Their rationale is that, if Hom. Sap. is allowed to get out amongst the stars, they might prove to be competition; best all-round solution is to wipe 'em out pronto! Art?
Exciting stuff, eh? |
So there is life out there, I'm just not willing to pay for it.*
The Battle Of Bois Grenier
Ah - you guessed it, I'm plodding through the official history of the 8th Division in the First Unpleasantness. It had the reputation of being an unlucky division, and this battle helps explain why. It was fought in September of 1915 and is pretty obscure; you won't find any description on teh interwebz.
The nearest thing to a relevant picture I could find |
The British "Battye" hand grenade (I kid you not!) |
This Ought To Make Things Make Sense
Those cunning Teutons used to get around the limitations and restrictions of the Versailles Treaty in all sorts of ways: buying up armament factories in Switzerland, training off in the distant hinterlands of the Sinister Union, and training chaps to fly in gliders, ready for the day when they could fly real planes bristling with machine guns and cannon. Art?
Look at the deceptive little rascals |
Finally -
And why not? No, sorry, "Because you're reaching fearfully in order to shoe-horn rhymes into your Facebook link" isn't a good enough reason. Art?
Comedy gold!** |
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the motley. We'll see about it later. But now - lunch!
* Ain't I a stinker?
** Not.
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