(This is a real psychiatric syndrome.)

[I'm also a little sad that the Superconducting Super Collider never came to pass.]

Of course, Fragano's theory states that I am a duplicate copy but do not know it. Yet. Will the duplicates begin to malfunction? And will the malfuction be of the Westworld kind?(yes, I'm dating myself to hell and gone)

This is just to say

I have created
a feed
for the website
hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com

which
you were probably
reloading
repeatedly

Forgive me
it's more efficient
and leet
to be told.

Fragano @3: I knew you were going to say that. See, I'm actually from another dimension -- I came here to warn you all not to run the LHC, but it was too late. Tonight I shall slip into my sturdy machine and slide back home. Farewell!

I remember a short story I read once (it was in either Orson Scott Card's Maps in a Mirror or Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors, but I forget which). At one point in the story, the protagonist is a party and gets to chatting with a psychologist who tells him about a man who had Capgras Syndrome and believed his family had been replaced by identical duplicates. The protagonist, who is a bit drunk and possibly unconsciously genre-savvy, thinks about this for a moment, then asks, "And had they been?"

Is there a little one?

They're worth watching for a while. It's pretty fu

Monday, September 13th, 1999.

Thanks. When I went to the link in the original post, I was wondering if the site had been replaced with a slightly different copy.

RSS feeds designed to appeal both to the folks who only want the bottom line and the worriers.

In 1999, Moonbase Alpha, nestled in the Lunar crater Plato, is a scientific research colony and watchdog over silos of atomic waste from Earth stored on the Moon's far side. On September 13, 1999, magnetic energy builds to cause an explosive chain-reaction of the waste, blasting the Moon out of Earth orbit and off the plane of the ecliptic, out of the Solar System. The inhabitants of Moonbase Alpha are unable to return to Earth and must survive on their wandering Moon as it is displaced further into unknown space by freak space warps.

Those cursed freak space warps!

Inflation.

Dave "< sfx: *pop* VWEEEEeeEEEeEeeee.eee.e... bloop > " DeLaney

WHY WON'T EVERYONE JUST LEAVE CERN ALOOOOOONE!!!!! (sobs)

Fortunately I don't think I can stomach watching his rant enough times to imitate it, or even transcribe the words.

Trust me--if you're dating yourself, you're malfunctioning already. You're supposed to date someone else!

I wondered how they got all those dinosaurs into the little tube ...

A while ago someone posted something about hadrons and hadrosaurs, and I momentarily misread the word "hadrons" and thought it was another "dinosaurs and sodomy" joke.

You just have to spin them at relativistic speeds around an axis in the direction of motion. Dilation takes care of the rest. (This leaves you with a tensile-strength problem, of course.)

Also: hasthelhcdestroyedtheearth.com.

Ah, now, the source code of that page quotes a paper by Frank De Luccia and Sidney Coleman. Coleman was a prominent science fiction fan who became a very prominent theoretical physicist and teacher.

Science fiction interpenetrates the world. Fandom, doubly so.

Oops, I missed seeing PNH's remark at #30.

*snort*

I ask as it makes a difference to my plans for tomorrow.

Einstein's Bridge is better -- sufficiently good that I would buy another novel by Cramer. It has been ten years, though, and I suspect he has lost interest.

Also, he's Kathryn Cramer's father.

"I would just like to say
That it is my conviction
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the ma-a-ale's emergence
From his drab camouflage
Into the gaudy plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex.

There is a peculiar notion
That elegant plumage
And fine feathers
Are not proper for the male
When aaaaaaaaaaaaactually
That is the way things are
In most species!"
- Hair

Let your freak flag fly.

You see, according to the International Earth-Destruction Advisory Board the world has, in fact, been destroyed.

You had to do that. Now I've got "Good Morning Starshine" in my head, along with memories of Greek Week 1970 and a bunch of drunken frat geeks singing it (badly, it should go without saying) on a tour of Sorority Row.

Uh, okay. Bring on the hadrons.

Don't bother, they're here.

Uh-oh.

*BOOM*

Thanks.

Tony

Kirk: But you'll be trapped as well, forever, at each others' throat, forever through time.
Ginger: Is it such a large price to pay for the safety of two universes?

Of course, Star Trek is one of those things that transcends the interdimensional warps.

...and the special effects, which to be fair, were probably the best that a weekly TV show could afford in those days. By the way, when I read Herb Solow(*)'s book on the show, I found that the show's editor was a Frenchman who was always in a panick mode. Now, we don't want to make jokes about francophone stereotypes and of course I myself am never in the panick mode at work. Never? Well, hardly ever.

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(*) Who? Check the old show's ending credits. He was the producer, whose name appeared over that photo of Balok the dummy.

Hmm. Was that Roddenberry taking a swipe at Paramount (like the Roman episode was a swipe at NBC)?

Patrick@28: not just fandom. IMO, the \world/ misses anyone who could respond to being described as wearing a purple polyester suit with "\All/ my purple suits are wool."

Dave@73: and does your family still lay eggs and tend its herds of giant rats? I loved that ending almost as much as I loved the point in Dimension of Miracles where the lead refuses to acknowledge his own universe because it's like a Sheckley story....

I believe this approach merits further evaluation.

If this conversation also included the psychologist's lament that the worst thing about being a psychologist was how, once it came out that he was a psychologist, everyone around him would spend the rest of the evening trying to act normal (which the main character, after laughing sympathetically, spent the rest of the evening doing), then that would be Gaiman, yes. It sounds familiar.

(Smoke and Mirrors is on my bookshelf; I regret that I am feeling too f'ing lazy to get up and check it. I'm allowed. I've been ill and am milking it for all the horizontal time I can get out of it. Thththbbbp.)

first Kibologist nym I've seen. kudos.

Does Parry still reply when the Name Kibo is invoked?

the Web is too mighty to kiboze,
I'd guess.

Star of NBC's Heroes?

(Beat that, Serge.)

Look, ethan: you're going to star in your own little pun fest, after Serge finishes beating you.

Ginger, I'm trying to think of something with "astronomy, astrono-you", and it just ain't comin'.

Serge and ethan may prefer Hugos to nebulous.

And then he'll have Boris and Natasha after him...

I thought what you thought until I looked at her VAB.