"NASA scientists are saying that an asteroid that appears to be about a third of a mile in size will safely pass about three times the distance of Earth to the moon on Monday."
How close is that?
Said Yeomans: "While it poses no threat to Earth for the foreseeable future, it's a relatively close approach by a relatively large asteroid, so it provides us a unique opportunity to observe and learn more."
In other words, specifically the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy's: "Don't panic."
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There is no tofurky, lentil, or argula left in my local Whole Foods.
I am deva. Complete chaos in Camby when they can't purchase argula!
Blizzards make me horny.
This blizzard is so much more important than grossie states (per the national media) because it effects fab peeps.
Our fabulous republican governor told us to stay home.
Even our sign language guy at the press conference is hot!
Go Patriots!
It's true: when two feet of snow hit fab peeps it's the end of the world, worse than an asteroid hit, because it's happening to ME-E-E-E-E!!!
I just want to say thank you to the ethnic restaurants within walking distance that are still open.
Indian, Thai, Chinese, Morrocan, Nigerian, Mexican, Russian, Polish, Jew are all open.
All American restaurants are closed.....how sad.
The French vin and guere store across the street from my million dollar penthouse loft was packed with Europeans and other foreginers!
I decided on paneer tika masala and tandori roti for my din din.
What are you eating white, red state oldies?
I'm embarrassed to admit that it was only a few years ago that I finally found out that you can play "Asteroids" on the internet for free. No quarters required.
And it was only a few years ago that I was reminded, yet again, of one of life's most basic truths: You can't go home again.
What are you eating white, red state oldies
Sweet and sour pork with jasmine rice.
Pork? You swine red state oldie and whitey!
My million dollar penthouse is shaking right now!
Antie Emm!
Porco Tizio!
I have floor to ceeling windows that are almost breaking. I have a view of The Charles River and Boston! Sometimes I pose naked in my windows for all to see. My million dollar penthouse loft is in jeopardy! The elevator in my fab building has PH for fabs. I am a PH!
Titus is exited he wont have to go to school tomorrow.
When I was 19, I went to Italy, alone. I had no interest in "Fab" American places like Boston or NYC. I wanted Europe, the real deal for culture.
The father of a friend I made insisted on teaching me to swear in Italian. The worst he told me were the blasphemies. Linking "porco/a" as an adjective (minding gender) to the name of any religious figure or deity was seriously taboo. Less shocking (yet still vulgar) were the "bodily function" swear words -- what we recognize as the panoply of four-letter words.
Come on sweet meteor of death - you'd be doing us a favor.
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