Major Tom to Gods control

The longest line between two points is the shortest. Curved space is flat when it's small. [some other weird thing that happens in relativity]. Experience this, and more, when you travel into the relativity zone.

And with physics comes age? Welp, for some reason particles want to age. No idea why, but according to some geometric principles they do.

Let the fires of youth burn strong, do not go gentle into that good night.

Have you heard of the twins paradox? If one twin left earth on a rocket while the other stayed, and the travelling twin travelled around at really high speeds for a while, it would come back younger than the one that stayed. But if velocity is relative, why wasn't it the opposite way?

You know how you're not supposed to look directly at the sun? Tell you what, I'm gonna go do that right now because to be honest I'm bored and I wanna study it, make wayyy too many assumptions and take this entire post way too far. Ready? If not, too bad, here we go!

Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing, right?.

So, because of the horrible cold and my following inability to leave my ship, this is an absolutely terrible landing.

Well, as long as it is a landing that didn't crash and burn, I am satisfied

Last time on Spacey Balls P, we watched Tom as he struggled to find his way to Fr?fdal, the land in which he believed God to reside. This time, after redoing his orbit because apparently he wasn¡¯t close enough for the automatic landing to kick in, we watch as he attempts to scan Fr?fdal for gases, lower his orbit to a suitable location and take lots of pretty pictures and videos while finding a landing spot. Can he do it, or will he fall and crash multiple times while talking to people who aren¡¯t even there or even rapping against a fucking chair? Find out in this exciting new space-themed blog post of Spacer Stalls B!

Oh boy. I can tell you one thing; sending out satellites is a bitch and a half to do. I would say that it¡¯s almost like rocket science, or that it¡¯s pretty much Greek to me, but I use Greek letters for my maths and it is pretty much rocket science, so it pretty much is that.

Trying to get a read from where the satellites are, and filling them up with fuel is a whole other issue entirely.

Have you ever been in such darkness, with the only light to guide you being millions upon millions of beautiful, glittering lights, shining at you from every direction? Where you don¡¯t know what is up or down, floating endlessly, with none of your troubles bothering you?

I have, and it¡¯s fucking underwhelming. It¡¯s one of those things that sounds good, but ends up being pretty shit. I may be confusing being in space for being blindfolded and wedgied by my crewmates while there where lights flashing in front of my eyes because they also hit my head, but it can¡¯t be that different, can it?

So we all know what it¡¯s like to be abandoned in a less-than-pleasant environment and then have your only source of entertainment be building a spaceship so you can stick it to the Almighty. At least I hope so. Or maybe I don¡¯t, it feels quite shitty. Ok, I do wish it upon Jerry. Fuck Jerry.

Maybe I was just having that kind of a week

When you want to launch yourself to another planet, you would like to know where that planet is, exactly. This is what I was thinking when I started building my simulation of the system I was in. I already had the data for where all the planets were, their speed and the masses of them and the sun, so all I had to do was calculate the force between the planets and the sun, see how much it moved them, then calculate the force at the new position and voila! Repeat endlessly for orbits of the planets. Here Newton was a great friend in calculating the motion of rocks (unlike Johnson, who preferred the rocks moving towards me at high speeds).