Okay, I had a post in my head, and there were going to be words and punctuation and maybe a laugh or two and a whole bunch of other shit. Then, for reasons that are not interesting, I saw this video, and now all I want to know is what the shit was going on in the eighties. Because what the fuck.
Reagan was in office while this shit was happening. How does that and this even coexist?
(I may have done this already, but this post makes it official!)
My theme for the A to Z Challenge will be…
Hiphop that You Should Be Listening To.
Each post is going to feature one artist or group, a few other names of artists who that day could have been dedicated to talking about, a bit of information about why you ought to be listening to them, and one video to give you a head start. I’ve got the posts created already, and am hoping to get all of them written in the next few days. (Actually, I’m writing this on the 15th, so hopefully by the time you see this, they’ll be done.)
Important: this is not The Best Hiphop Artists, or The Most Important Hiphop Artists, or anything like that. It’s all music I like, with one exception, the accursed letter V, and you can probably already figure out who that is. I skip over massively important musicians to spotlight people I like more, or who had more influence on me, or came around at a more important time in my life. The clearest example of this is the letter F, I think, at least so far. But it’s all good stuff. Feel free to explore the “other artists” section as much as you want to find more. 🙂
The new hotness for the boy lately has been Teen Titans Go!, which works for me because as it turns out I enjoy the program quite a lot. It’s of that genre of cartoon where at the end of every episode the slate is wiped clean for the next episode, so literally anything can happen and the next episode they just pick up and move on.
To wit: there is an episode where one character blows up the moon. And they do not all immediately die. In fact, the blowing up of the moon is more or less passed over a few minutes later once the “YOU BLEW UP THE MOON?!?” moment is over.
“Would that really kill us all?” my wife muses. “The moon’s awfully far away.”
“I think it would,” I say. And then I start trying to figure out exactly how bad that might be.
Feel free to correct my math or my thinking if I’ve made a mistake. HOWEVER:
The average distance from the Earth to the Moon is approximately 385,000 kilometers.
Assuming that the moon, once blown up, exploded evenly in all directions, by the time the debris field reached the earth it would form a sphere. That sphere would have a surface area of 1.86 x 1012 square kilometers– or 1,860,000,000,000 square kilometers if you don’t like scientific notation.
This is a slight oversimplification, but we shall assume that the Earth presents as a flat disc for this scenario. The Earth’s diameter is roughly 13,000 kilometers, so the disc has an area of 133,000,000 square kilometers. That represents .00715054% of the total surface area of the sphere that the moon has exploded into.
The mass of the moon is 80,994,200,000,000,000,000 tons. Or so.
Excel tells me that that means that the Earth would be hit by (calculating .00715054% of 80,994,200,000,000,000,000) approximately 5,791,523,012,258,060 tons of broken moon.
I don’t even know how to say that number.
Most of those numbers came from Google one way or another and were copy-pasted into Excel or figured out with online calculators. The mass of the moon, in particular, seems to have a fairly wide range of accepted values. I can imagine a universe where I ended up off by a factor of ten somewhere but something tells me it doesn’t make a difference.
I’m still trying to figure out if anyone has estimated the mass of the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs, or if I have an easy way to kludge that (I actually can think of one way) but I suspect the following is true:
EDIT!
The generally accepted diameter of the Chicxulub asteroid is six miles. This means that, assuming a perfect sphere (which isn’t true, I know), it was composed of 113.1 cubic miles of (assuming, assuming, assuming) iron. That’s 16,648,088,371,200 cubic feet of iron.
A cubic foot of iron weighs 491.09 pounds.
Multiplying, we get an asteroid that weighs 8,175,709,718,212,610 pounds. Divide that by 2000, and we get an estimate of 4,087,854,859,106 tons for the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs.
The amount of moon hitting Earth would be 141,676% of that amount.
Taylor Swift’s new song isn’t completely terrible.
Although I admit I’m not sure I have the courage to watch the video:
It’s not that I have a blanket dislike of bubblegum pop, mind you. My affection for Avril Lavigne has been confessed enough times that it hardly even feels like a confession anymore. But Taylor Swift? God. Taylor is the worst, and her single before this one was like the ur-Taylor Swift song. Shake it Off is literally everything about Taylor Swift that sucks concentrated into four minutes, and I hate it so much that I have to turn off the radio when it comes on.
This one, on the other hand? I knew I was in trouble the first time I heard it, when this line floated through my ears:
Oh my god Look at that face You look like My next mistake
And I thought “Heh, that’s kind of clever,” and only a minute or two later realized that I’d thought something complimentary about a Taylor Swift song. It’s amazing to me that these two tracks are on the same album; one of my biggest gripes about Swift is that she seems unable to write about anything other than herself and how everyone’s always picking on her/doing her wrong/mean/insufficiently worshipful, and Blank Space actually betrays a sense of humor about herself, which to my knowledge she’s never done before.
I’m not about to buy the album or anything. But yeah, this one? Not bad.
I’ve talked about this in a couple of places already, I think; this blog will be participating in the A to Z Challenge in April, and registration for the Challenge opens soon. In the absence of anything else especially compelling to blog about this morning, have an early look at my theme:
You might need a bit of brain bleach after the first minute or so.
I wonder what the rest of the album is like.
IN WHICH OH WAIT THERE IS NO LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE ANYMORE:
So my wife walks in and I show her the previous song. She sends me to YouTube to listen to this abortion and now I never want to listen to music ever again:
My very favorite part is where Jesus murders this little kid’s mother on Christmas eve so that this guy has something to think about while he waits in line.