#November2011
Centaurus A Is A Region Of Cosmic Cannibalistic Glory.
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Centaurus A. Check that motherfucker out. There’s some serious shit going on in this picture. Most notably a hungry-ass black hole eating the remnants of two collided galaxies. Rock.
Video: The Mars Rover Spirit’s Entire Five-Year MIssion In 3+ Minutes.
Above. That’s Mars. MARS. Gives me tit-tightening goosebumps just contemplating that fact. The entire five-year mission of the Mars rover Spirit has been condensed into a 3+ minute video. The rover ain’t doing much, but it’s working with terrain on Mars. Fucking Mars. With an alien horizon in the background. Hnng!
Hit the jump to check it out.
Video: Behold Jupiter Rotating In High-Resolution. Swag.
This is some high-resolution cosmic porn right hurr. The Pic du Midi observatory in France has compiled a glorious video of Jupiter in all Its Mighty Glory.
Pleiades to Hyades Connection Is Cosmic Vista.
The Sun Is A Writhing Ball of Solar Activity. Ain’t No Slouching Right Hurr.
Video: Space Station Time-Lapse Is Existential Human High-Five Time.
Check out this time lapse taken aboard the ISS that everyone and their momma is chatting about today. Phenomenal shit. The glory of the cosmos juxtaposed with evidence of mankind’s technological movement. We ain’t done much, but we ain’t done nothin‘.
Or something.
The Southern Pinwheel Galaxy Is Cosmic Rotation Of Glory. I Just Ramble.
Video: Inside The International Space Station During A Reboost. I Am Jealousy.
Every so often, the International Space Station has to reboost itself to a higher altitude, because of wonky things like microgravity drag (I didn’t think that up) and such bringing it closer to our Watery Blue Planet. Recently, during a reboost the ISS crew videotape the effects of this altitude correction on their lovely little bodies.
Hint: they get to go for a ride.
Hit the jump to check it out.
Video: Neil deGrasse Tyson Lays Down The Symphony of Science
I thought I was done with the Symphony of Science auto-tuning craze. Then the genre didn’t play fair. They combined Neil deGrasse Tyson and some Existential Prostate Milking with some pretty music. I laughed. I cried. I rubbed up against Tyson’s mustache on my monitor. No seriously, there are few people in the world as inspiring these days to me as Neil. The beauty, the beauty!