I was planning to write this before watching the two parter finale of Warehouse 13. That didn't happen. That finale was crazy, though. Then I got caught up in researching Eta Carinae for the hundredth time. It started innocently as wanting to find a picture of Eta Carinae to pin for Pinterest and then I read the wiki page...and then I watched some YouTube videos...and then I got sucked into the mind fuck of a concept that is us seeing a universe much younger than it actually is.
So Eta Carinae could in actuality already have exploded but the light has not reached us so the action as far as we are concerned has not happened which means...timey wimey mind fuck. That's what is means. And time travel theories must be rooted in this concept of time relative to view point and light. If one could manipulate that time/light and distance thing, it could be totally possible to time travel. I think. My brain hurts.
After watching my Rangers ultimately kick ass at the end of a challenging game, I went out and got myself a cupcake from Quack's 43rd Street Bakery. The place is in Hyde Park so I knew to expect a certain level of hipster douche but I guess I figured it would be less packed than it was on a Wednesday night at 10 something at night. Nope. Lots of folk so we sat outside. Unfortunately the outside tables are right up against the store front and a thin pane of glass separated the immediate inside table and what was our own. I felt a bit awkward eating my cupcake with the blonde chick fiddling on laptop essentially right beside me.
So Eta Carinae could in actuality already have exploded but the light has not reached us so the action as far as we are concerned has not happened which means...timey wimey mind fuck. That's what is means. And time travel theories must be rooted in this concept of time relative to view point and light. If one could manipulate that time/light and distance thing, it could be totally possible to time travel. I think. My brain hurts.
After watching my Rangers ultimately kick ass at the end of a challenging game, I went out and got myself a cupcake from Quack's 43rd Street Bakery. The place is in Hyde Park so I knew to expect a certain level of hipster douche but I guess I figured it would be less packed than it was on a Wednesday night at 10 something at night. Nope. Lots of folk so we sat outside. Unfortunately the outside tables are right up against the store front and a thin pane of glass separated the immediate inside table and what was our own. I felt a bit awkward eating my cupcake with the blonde chick fiddling on laptop essentially right beside me.
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