Kittens do not eat this.
Posted on 07/12/2016 8:03:24 AM PDT by BenLurkin
Pluto isn't quite as lonely as scientists had thought.
Astronomers have discovered another dwarf planet in the Kuiper Belt, the ring of icy objects beyond Neptune. But this newfound world, dubbed 2015 RR245, is much more distant than Pluto, orbiting the sun once every 700 Earth years, scientists said. (Pluto completes one lap around the sun every 248 Earth years.)
"The icy worlds beyond Neptune trace how the giant planets formed and then moved out from the sun," discovery team member Michele Bannister, of the University of Victoria in British Columbia, said in a statement. "They let us piece together the history of our solar system."
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The exact size of 2015 RR245 is not yet known, but the researchers think it's about 435 miles (700 kilometers) wide. Pluto is the largest resident of the Kuiper Belt, with a diameter of 1,474 miles (2,371 km).
The research team first spotted 2015 RR245 in February of this year, while poring over images that the Canada-France-Hawaii Telescope in Hawaii took in September 2015 as part of the ongoing Outer Solar System Origins Survey (OSSOS).
"There it was on the screen — this dot of light moving so slowly that it had to be at least twice as far as Neptune from the sun," Bannister said.
(Excerpt) Read more at space.com ...
That would be annoying. My old Toyota pickup had a glitch in the accelerator cable that would cause it to suddenly go up to top speed (which was only about 85, but it was still a problem).
Then there’s the pump on my washer, already replaced once when it was under warranty, now crapping around again..
Oh, dear. I wouldn’t eat cowbells. That could do permanent harm!
Tom is going to make a dessert with lots of whipped cream and oozing chocolate sauce. I got the recipe from someone at church.
That's a huge problem here. In New Jersey you would be constantly rear-ended.
LOL!
As of now I have not see a single cowbell survive the exercise unscathed.
I would suggest this to Tom the Son, but we pay for his dentistry.
Yummy. The dessert sounds wonderful! I’ll just stick with rice pudding and yogurt, although if the yogurt doesn’t have an expiration date at least a month out, the chances are that my body will reject it.
One thing is for sure: The bleeding explains why I’m so cold lately. And tired. So I’m going to go turn the mattress pad on, then wait about 15 minutes before I head in there.
(Gee. I wonder if this latest episode has anything to do with my impending trip, since I hate to fly?)
I’m sure if you were on one of those modern shoot-em-ups someone would know some goop you could swollow that would line your stomach and stop the blood loss.
And slowly starve you to death, but you’d survive long enough to get revenge or whatever the plot line is.
Good then it didn’t cost you a fortune!
And yeah, I will post the logophobe every time it is appropriate. Only once today : )
I’m going to take my aggravating bundle and head for bed. I couldn’t figure out why I’ve been so unproductive since I came in from being with the peeps, and then I remembered what time I got up. *yawn*
And I still have some reading to do before I can shut out the light and call it a day.
Take care all of you.
Oh, yes...you mention Kathleen’s riding lessons, but not how she is progressing. My seven-year old great niece is riding full-grown horse and competing in barrel riding. It amazes me! And somehow, this is how I see Kathleen! LOL!
Way back when (in the late '70s) the corporation fleet manageress (who never had to drive the results of her decisions) decided that the fleet vehicle of choice would be the Ford Fairmont. She also decided that no fleet vehicle would be replaced until three years had passed. With no exceptions for mileage or maintenance cost. Because her accounting guru said that would be most cost effective.
That might have been alright for those who lived within 10 - 20 miles from the office and who spent their week sitting in the same office they drove to each day but some of us were in the field. To keep things in perspective, if all I did was drive to and from the office daily the annual mileage accumulation on the company vehicle would have been on the order of 45k miles a year. The territory covered by the NY branch consisted of the five boroughs, Long Island, Westchester Rockland, and part of Orange Counties (NY), the top half of New Jersey to around Perth Amboy and over to the Delaware River, and Connecticut. Being the technical guru and reigning expert on all things new (defined as being installed after 1960 it seemed ;-) I could on any given day of the week be needed in any one or more locations in that area. Along with the occasional 'assistance' to the Boston and Philadelphia branches. It was not unusual for my annual mileage on the company vehicle to reach - and exceed - 85k. Needless to say the vehicle was out of warranty based on mileage within months.
Even before the car achieved 50k miles things started deteriorating. Almost weekly. Between that point and the time the Regional Manager noted that the car was costing his budget exponentially more than anyone else's both rear axles were replaced, the transmission was rebuilt (the Aamco guy said he had never seen a tranny as shot as that one was), some expensive part of the emissions stuff was replaced (Ford claimed it wasn't covered by the emissions warranty - of course the car might have been over 100k by then) and many other items that I have lost from the memory banks over the years.
One thing that never got fixed was the disconcerting habit of the cruise control to freeze up in cold weather. It was actuated by a vacuum cylinder that operated a cable that was about two feet in length that pushed on the throttle arm of the carburetor. Apparently moisture would get to the interior of this cable and freeze. The vacuum cylinder could push the cable to achieve the desired speed, but when you tried to disconnect the cruise control (by hitting the brake or even turning it off) the spring was not enough to return the throttle and the frozen cable to normal even though the vacuum cylinder had disengaged. You were left trucking merrily along at whatever speed it was set at. This usually happened on the interstates where you were traveling many miles at 65 or whatever it was, and then wanted to exit.. I developed an intense hatred for all Ford products because of that car.
Oh, and the Regional Manager finally convinced the Fleet Manageress (in Corporate Headquarters) that irregardless of her policy on years of service for the fleet, she was going to get me a new car. So she did. She got me a brand new - Ford LTD II. Guess what an LTDII was?
Yep. A Fairmont with a new nametag.. ;-)
The saga repeated itself.
During my major career, I went through a new vehicle every two years, including a Ford Fairmont.
Fortunately, I didn’t have the many troubles with mine that you did with yours, except that at one point it got rear-ended and had to be repaired.
That wasn’t you, was it?
Umm..
No. Never rear-ended a Fairmont. Or any other model vehicle for that matter.. ;-)
Every two years seems like the ‘normal’ rotation rate for leased company vehicles. Whatever possessed the Fleet Manageress to try for three I don’t know unless she got a REALLY good deal on the lease. (You know, deal is spelled ‘kickback’..)
When we were all driving the same vehicles, I noticed that every time one of us had a flat tire, the vehicle would be out of service for half a day.
I recommended that we acquire several spares to keep in the storage area, so that another technician could be dispatched to rescue the stranded one.
Thus we would lose only an hour or so of service.
Umm, indeed.
Too much like smart.. ;-)
When my Fairmont was in the shop (which after the first six months was frequent,) Enterprise Rent-a-car (another national account manged by the Fleet Manageress) made a (continuous) profit off the company. For the next close to two years. Until the company got me the Fairmont-by-another-name..
Once I was consigned to wait in an anteroom until my contact would be available to see me.
The receptionist apologized for the expected delay, and I responded, "That's okay," I glanced at my watch and continued, "I've only been waiting for forty-three dollars."
My wait was shorter than anticipated after that.
Kittens do not eat this.
Really?
Didn’t his mother ever tell him, “Your face will freeze like that!”?
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