Is it?

Let’s leave this to history and years of scientific study and exploration to decide.

I think it’s a full moon tonight

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io9updates:

Do you know your sci-fi spaceship ABCs?

Head over to Time for Hugs and get the full-resolution version of this poster. (Creator Scott Markley is emailing out files since he can’t sell the copyrighted images.) Print it out and hang it on a child’s wall. Drill them on it every day. That is all.

Spaceship Alphabet [Time for Hugs via Geeks are Sexy]

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Rescue me, chin boy, and show me the stars!

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that is the party

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newspaperblackout:

Blackout by @whitney:

I wrote this found poem to inspire you all to new heights.

good night/ good morning, tumblroos, everywhere <3

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ofgeography:

leupagus:

tuckthis:

ghendel:

You think it’s like this, but it’s really like this.

rleon392:

The Sun and Inner Planets Moving Through Space

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this changes everything

So basically you’re saying that the Solar System goes

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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~*~

HANDLED!

It’s Good Mustache Thursday. I’ll handle the mustaches, you handle something else, and we might just get the hang of Thursday!

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goodnight/ good morning, tumblroos, everywhere <3

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invaderxan:

(Imagine an island long, long ago, in an ocean far, far away…)

Intercontinental travel will never happen. The nearest shore is thousands of miles away. This means that even if we had the ability to row five miles per day from our little island, it would take years to get there!

To rub (sea) salt into the wound, the nearest shoreline is probably not a place we’d want to visit anyway. We’ve heard that beasts of unimaginable horror lurk over the horizon. Even worse, what if that undiscovered country is a desert-like place, or a disease-ridden tropic? Perhaps water doesn’t even flow as a liquid! Imagine trying to live in a land covered with ice. What a thought!

To put it bluntly, our little island is quarantined from the rest of the world. But it’s not a quarantine where we are locked inside an impenetrable room, we’re quarantined by a mind-bogglingly vast expanse of ocean. We live here with only a rowing boat for transportation — you can do some laps around the island in that rowing boat, but that’s all.

Forget about it. Don’t look at those distant shores and think that some day we’ll be able to build an engine for that rowing boat. A little outboard motor wouldn’t get you very far — you’d likely run out of gas before the island is out of sight! Heck, you’ll probably starve before then anyway.

Just go home. Why are you still planning on building a big boat — that sci-fi notion of a metal-hulled “ship” no less! — when you should be worrying more about your little island? We have problems here! Our resources are dwindling, people are starving! Your dreams mean nothing in our everyday lives.

Interstellar travel is hard. Why bother?