So You’re Saying There’s A Chance

Asteroid 2024 YR4 was discovered several weeks ago.

Between 100 to 300 feet across, it has something like a 1.5% chance of striking earth in 2032. Anything larger than 150 feet with a 1% chance of impact gets put on the watch list of the International Asteroid Warning Network.

An asteroid that size could easily cause something as significant as the Tunguska Event in Siberia in 1908, estimated at 1000X the explosive force of the Hiroshima bomb.

And still not remotely close to the Chicxulub impactor at the end of the Cretaceous. When it struck the Yucatan, the 10 – 15 kilometer meteor caused a rim of mountains higher than the Himalayas to form around the impact zone, blasted debris that achieved escape velocity and left the atmosphere, and brought instantaneous extinction as far away as what is now North Dakota and New Jersey.

NASA (funding pending) and Jet Propulsion Labs, among others, will follow YR4’s progress. If they upgrade this current threat, presumably some half-baked plan ensues to mitigate damage. I have personally volunteered Makerbot – the youngest, spryest, least whiny bastard – to lead Space Force on that dangerous mission.

CB Savage

This was my initial choice for today’s Music League topic, but I decided to poison this blog instead.  Sorry.

These Guys Are Doing Gonerfest Saturday

Guys who can play – pretending they can’t – while dressed as monsters is fucking genius.

The Mummies are an American garage punk band formed in San Bruno, California, in 1988. Exhibiting a defiantly raw and lo-fi sound, dubbed “budget rock”, the Mummies’ rebellious attitude and distinctive performance costumes exerted a major influence on garage punk and garage rock revival acts later in the decade, as well as in the 1990s. Their recorded output was intentionally completed with poor, cheap equipment, including their first and only studio album Never Been Caught, which was released after the group’s initial break-up. Since then, the Mummies have engaged in several positively-received reunion concerts and tours, including appearances in Europe and the US sporadically through to recent years. The band is currently working on a movie.

Mars Junction?

You couldn’t make up the Winklevi; they are so much better than satire.

I enjoy a train wreck as much as the next surly old geezer, but I have not yet sampled the Aoelan cadences of Mars Junction.

Are You Loathsome Tonight?

I think I could put almost any modern country song here, as they are nearly all appalling. The dopey two-step beats, the horrible twang, the cowboy hat affectation, the utter lack of curiosity or twist in the songwriting – i.e. it’s funny that you love your country when you haven’t explored it beyond your barn.

Enjoy!

Just Another Loathsome Thursday


For the most accurate description of this foul, embarrassing, overly emotive piece of 70’s “sensitive singer/songwriter” manure, I defer to Dave Barry:

…”Sometimes When We Touch,” sung by Dan Hill, who sounds like he’s having his prostate examined by Captain Hook.