At work, I always stop work at 9:11 a.m.. For a whole minute I sit there and do absolutely nothing out of fear that I will seriously fuck up. Malyss put this idea in my head and September 11th, 2001 reinforced it for me.
My telescope is a Celestron Firstscope 80 with an equatorial mount. My camera is a Kodak DC3200 which is pretty bare bones.
Basically I aimed the telescope at something, put the camera against the eyepiece and took pictures.
I stumbled across a how-to for converting a webcam into something that can be used to take astronomical pictures. Maybe I can get something together by the end of March.
Reckon the purpose is to find more real estate since no one's making more land on Earth.
I'm adamant in thinking that humans are just looking for new races and species to fuck. Who would be able to fuck some silicon based lifeform that lives in a cytherian environment? A liquid being that's well below the freezing point of water?
Even then, I don't think I would be happy.
I don't know what I want to be happy.
And here is where my troubles began. Every fifth level was unavailable to me. There were stairs going down but they'd stop one level before the fifth level. Elevators didn't have any buttons for levels divisible by zero or five. Somehow I was able to get past those levels but getting back up to my room was twice as hard. I ran throughout the hallways, opening doors trying to find a stairway, running through conference rooms and interrupting various meetings.
Making matter worse, I knew that raddidge had left the room but I couldn't be sure until I got back there.