My mum went all out for Earth Hour. It was surprising to say the least, but pleasing. She brought out all the decorative candles that we've collected over the years, and even made me switch the lights off earlier than 8.30. Oooh, I have to tell you about a candle we have that (was) shaped like a half-way peeled banana, which melted about 50% less than other candles and - get this- didn't drip any wax anywhere at all! It just sort of vaporised into thin air. It's mundane information, but I find it cool!
Anyways, I just finished this amazing book called Sunstorm, a sci-fi book, the second in the Time Odyssey series, written by Sir Arthur C Clarke and Stephen Baxter. I've read the first one called Time's Eye which led me to the second one, and I know the third's out there somewhere. But since Clarke died, a fourth book, which was hinted at in the third, is rather uncertain.
The reason I'm talking about all this is because I found some disarming - yet somehow interesting - piece of information from reading the books: Space makes you dumb! Haha. No, the book wasn't focused on that of course, but it's a little nugget of information that's become stuck in my mind since I came across it midway through the first book. Apparently, our brains are particularly vulnerable to cosmic radiation of which there is plenty in space, and they have a limited ability to repair themselves. Hence the dumbing down. Interesting or what? Haha.
On another piece of home news, something's going wrong with my cat, I fear. Either his head is shrinking, or his body has somewhat ballooned, because nowadays his head is looking a mite too small for his body. And in the last month no canned meat has passed through his small cat-gullet! Do heads shrink as things grow older?! I don't recall my parents head having been any bigger or smaller than they are now, so that can't be it. But he really does look a bit weird, that cat...
I did finally pay my admission fees on Sunday, so that was a huge burden off my shoulders. Who knew it was that simple to do? Now I'll just have to play the waiting game to see what I'll be doing for uni. IF I'm getting in? Can't be too opimistic, because then the only way to go is down. So yeah, I'm just keeping soem toes crossed metaphorically.
And so ends another uninspired post. I do go out, you know, but I have a limited memory capacity that somehow prevents me from blogging all my actual interesting-at-that-time thoughts. So I'm left with all these home-bred thoughts that are influenced by little else than the books, tv and computer.
fin*
Anyways, I just finished this amazing book called Sunstorm, a sci-fi book, the second in the Time Odyssey series, written by Sir Arthur C Clarke and Stephen Baxter. I've read the first one called Time's Eye which led me to the second one, and I know the third's out there somewhere. But since Clarke died, a fourth book, which was hinted at in the third, is rather uncertain.
The reason I'm talking about all this is because I found some disarming - yet somehow interesting - piece of information from reading the books: Space makes you dumb! Haha. No, the book wasn't focused on that of course, but it's a little nugget of information that's become stuck in my mind since I came across it midway through the first book. Apparently, our brains are particularly vulnerable to cosmic radiation of which there is plenty in space, and they have a limited ability to repair themselves. Hence the dumbing down. Interesting or what? Haha.
On another piece of home news, something's going wrong with my cat, I fear. Either his head is shrinking, or his body has somewhat ballooned, because nowadays his head is looking a mite too small for his body. And in the last month no canned meat has passed through his small cat-gullet! Do heads shrink as things grow older?! I don't recall my parents head having been any bigger or smaller than they are now, so that can't be it. But he really does look a bit weird, that cat...
I did finally pay my admission fees on Sunday, so that was a huge burden off my shoulders. Who knew it was that simple to do? Now I'll just have to play the waiting game to see what I'll be doing for uni. IF I'm getting in? Can't be too opimistic, because then the only way to go is down. So yeah, I'm just keeping soem toes crossed metaphorically.
And so ends another uninspired post. I do go out, you know, but I have a limited memory capacity that somehow prevents me from blogging all my actual interesting-at-that-time thoughts. So I'm left with all these home-bred thoughts that are influenced by little else than the books, tv and computer.
fin*
