As the Halloween Asteroid approaches. . . .

Asteroid Miss
News Headline: “Sizable asteroid will offer flyby scare on Halloween.”
Not much of a scare.
Asteroid 2015 TB145 will pass well outside the moon’s orbit.
Best we can tell.
As opposed to Asteroid  2015 UM53, which was discovered yesterday, three days after it passed between Earth and the moon.
But be reassured:
It isn’t as if asteroids are coming between Earth and the moon undiscovered every day.
That has happened only six times this year.
Best we can tell.

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This just in. . . .

Ben Carson
Ben Carson regarding his younger years:
“I would go after people with rocks and bricks, and baseball bats, and hammers.”
Let’s be fair.
It can take anyone a while to perfect neurosurgery techniques.

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From Poor QT’s Almanack

National Mole Day
Today is National Mole Day, after the unit of chemistry, the mole, which is the amount of substance of a system that contains as many elementary entities as there are atoms in 0.012 kilograms of carbon-12, these entities being molecules, atoms, ions, electrons or other subatomic particles, or groups of particles, the number being 6.02214 X 10 to the 23rd power, or 602.214 billion trillion.

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A Day in the Life of Woody and Tree

Country Churchyard
A brief excerpt of QT’s new short story for you:

And on and on.
A wind made the dry autumn leaves flutter and fall unseen in the night. The moon now moved behind thin clouds. Somewhere a  goose honked.
“And so there I was in Stoke Poges, England,” Roy said, walking along. “It was in my young packing-around days–1971, I think it was. And this meant I  was in the vicinity of a special cemetery, the one Thomas Gray wandered before he offered ‘Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.’ You know it?”
“Yes,” Tree said.
“I think I’m supposed to,” Woody said.
“Anyway, I arrived there at almost vespers time. It was damp from a rain just over. I walked in among the gravestones to feel what Gray had felt. And then I saw it. Toward the center was the cemetery’s tallest gravestone. But it was covered with a tarp. I walked over to see what was the matter. I lifted the tarp. And do you know what I saw?”
There was a pause. Roy stopped walking. He turned to Woody and Tree.
“Someone had taken blue paint and painted across the stone in large block letters: ‘FUCK NIXON FUCK HEATH.’  It was that kind of time. Nice of the Brits to give us top billing, though. And yet Gray’s timeless message still stays with us.”
“Yes,” Tree said. “The tweets of Twitter lead but to the grave.”

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