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Asteroid Fly-By on August 18
ke4roh writes "An asteroid will fly near the planet and be visible with binoculars from the northern hemisphere August 18, so says this article. Astronomers say it will cross the sky at 8 degrees per hour and fade out of view as it approaches the sun and hence goes through its various phases - full, gibbous, half... down to nothing. Such a show only comes about twice a century, so take a look before it disappears!"
Another reader sends in a few useful links: "Here's the complete
article
from the folks at
NASA Space Science with extra links including details on the astreroid's
trajectory."
woohooo! wheee!
I would offer that he looks like a struck match.
Yessah massah!
One time Cowboy Neal was walking down the street when he found a used condom. "Oh boy, a sweet snack of man gravy!", he exclaimed as he ate it.
What's the difference between a pothole and a nigger?
I'd swerve to miss a pothole.
Cowboy neal breaks bukkake world record! More at 11.
I wonder if Commander Taco and Cowboy Neal can afford their dream honeymoon: Goatse spelunking.
What are three things you can't give a nigger?
A black eye.
A fat lip.
A job.
One time Cowboy NEAL was thristy. He decided to visit his good friend Cmdr Taco. "Rob," Neal said, "I'm thirsty." Cmdr Taco then said "Ah, I have a solotion for that, but not for why slashdot sucks and is for niggers, which I hate, and am married to." Neal nodded his head, indeed, Malda had married a Nigger, but he was giving his cock to Neal so much, that they both know who his "True wife" was. Rob then said, "Drink up!" as he lifted up his shirt and began lactating.
... into Cmdr Taco's mouth.
Cowboy Neal drank so much he peed for twenty minutes straight...
Q: What's the diffrence between Goatse and Commander Taco?
A: Goatse has been able to resist stretching himself that wide and not putting something in there.
The problem with Neal is that he deficates on Rob Malda's chest and the excrement is smarter than the both of them put together.
YHBT.
YHL.
HAND.
One time Cowboy neal was walking down the street when he decided to make a dildo that looked exactly like his penis for Cmdr Taco's birthday.
Taco thought it was a refridgerator magnet.
What's the difference between a pile of dead babies and a BMW?
I don't have a BMW in my garage.
Confidential to C. Taco:
Your shit should NOT be white. You are obviously taking in far too much man chowder. You should also not be having 20+ bowel movements a day. This is simply not healthy.
Cowboy Neal decided to be the cow to Taco's boy.
Taco then castrated him and used the castrated penis on his wife who won't touch him.
Don't you ever use the word "nigger" again, you dirty kike.
One time Cowboy Neal was horny, but Cmdr Taco was at work (Neal has never worked a day in his life) so he wasn't available for some butt fun. Neal needed to get off, so he got a hammer and smashed his groin.
"BEST SEX EVER!" Neal said afterwards.
"Don't worry." Said Cowboy Neal softly, as he held his lover's hand, stroking it to comfort the poor, poor boy.
"I-I'm still scared..." said Commander Taco, looking around the hospital room, having never been in one before.
Cowboy Neal managed to frown a little bit, and smile a little bit, unable to stay angry at his lover. "That football has to come out sometime, sweetie." replied Cowboy Neal. "Do you think they believed my story? That I didn't turn around in time to catch you pass?" Commander Taco asked, a little fear in his eyes. "Yeah..." Cowboy Neal said, sure of it. "Yeah, I think they did." He kissed his lover, worried about the outcome of the surgery.
Then, as to comfort Commander Taco by showing him everyone gets injured now and then, he took out a bowie knife, and stabbed his liver, dying on the spot.
In your dreams freak child. You couldn't get laid
if you and Taco were the last two retards alive.
This story is getting totally claimed by trolls
This isn't even a real quote it is just something some idiot journalist made up a few years ago.
Moding down has totally been deactived and now the trolls are free and clear tom navigate around slashdot trolling up a storm.
"N-Neal?" "Yeah, Taco?" "W-What happens when we die?" a scared Cmdr Taco asked Cowboy Neal. Neal looked at the scared Malda and thought a second, "Well, honey, remember that pet hampster you had?" "Y-yes" "Remember what happened to him?" "Y-yes" "well, after we were done with him, he went to heaven so that the saints could do what we did with him." "B-but I thought god hated fags" "Noooo.. God only hates Nigger fags like me, but you'll put in a good word, and God will like you because you're almost as arogant as Matt Burdine of mattburdine.com" "Thank you, lover" Cdmr Taco said as he kissed Neal's cheek. "It's just hard to lose somebody close to me" "Well, if it's any consolation, the goose was dead minutes after you penetrated it, so I didn't suffer, it may have been climaxing when it died" "Wow, death isn't that bad, huh?" "Not at all", Neal said.
Neal said "Not at all" again and took a knife and stabbed himself in the liver, like Taco had done to the goose with his penis.
trying out some rapid fire trolling as an experiment. My theory is that the janitors and a handful (5) mods are out there modding stuff down regularly and the rest are just moding things up like they are suppose to.
slashdot effect n.
1. Also spelled "/. effect"; what is said to have happened when taco's anus is virtually unreachable because too many shirt-lifters are hitting it after he posts a boring pro-lunix article on the popular Slashdot news service. The term is quite widely used by /. readers, including variants like "Oh my god, my asshole has been slashdotted again!"
2. In a perhaps inevitable generation, the term is being used to describe any similar effect from being butt-fucked by a large admiring crowd. This would better be described as a flash crowd.
FREE NELSON MANDELA
get my quota of trolling in for the night. Well I guess maybe that should be morning but it kind of depends where your are. I mean its always midnight somewhere
We need poopbot to test your theory.
One time Neil stuck his penis inside of Taco's mouth as he slept. Taco sucked on it and then yelled out "+1, Delicious".
Little did he know where Neal had stuck it before.
(Hint: His own anus)
We spot one before 3 days after it's come and gone.
No.
get the hell out of here. this story is for trolls only. take your +2 dumbass comments somewhere else
Cowboy Neil is blacker than my coffee, becuase I put 52 creams and 106 sugars in it. Then some Man Gravy.
-CmdrTaco
Heaven's Gate
get off my block you unfamiliar cornball.
The days had become mundane. The nights, ho-hum. Cowboy Neal and Commander Taco obviously needed to spice things up.
As always, they knew how to go about doing that. They went fishing through the medical waste bin. Swimming through dirty needles and getting the AID, Commander Taco hit the jackpot first.
"What this stuff?" he asked, holding up a drum of saline solution.
"I think it's jizz," said Cowboy Neal. "Let's take it!" he exclaimed happily. Both were so excited, they didn't bother going through the rest of the dumpster before heading to their home, the boiler room of the San Francisco YMCA.
Once they got home, they cracked open the drum, Commander Taco taking the first large gulp. He quickly vomited in surprise and shock.
"THAT'S NOT MAN JUICE!!" He yelled angrily at the drum, pissed that he didn't have any, and his dreams were now shattered. He tried to drag the drum to throw it into the boiler, but his girly arms gave out quickly.
Cowboy Neal lept into action, trying to read the lable on the drum to decipher what this amazing stuff was.
An hour later, they had their answer. "Sa....line...." Cowboy Neal said. "I think I've heard of this stuff! You inject it into you to make things bigger!"
They both went to work, pulling hypodermic needles out of Commander Taco's liver to use. They split up the drum, and both went off to seperate rooms. When they came out, they showed off their bodies.
"I'm a mommy!" Yelled Commander Taco, rubbing his enlarged belly. "And now I'm gonna go play with saline!" he said, runnign back into the room.
Later, they both came out. Commander Taco had enlarged his forehead, so it would be like having a helmet for their next punching fetish game. Cowboy Neal gave him a thumbs up, and then gestured to the marble-sized lump in his pants.
Commander Taco's jaw dropped. "It's enormous!" He yelled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Cowboy Neal nodded, and they both worked together to inject Cowboy Neal's liver with saline until it exploded.
1. Take yourself to the top of a tall building (approx 5 minutes).
2. Shout loudly "My stupid Slashdot comments are the reason everyone hates me". (approx 5 seconds)
3. Jump off building (unknown)
It had been done. A lifetime of work had paid off. Cowboy Neal hugged Commander Taco lovingly as he congatulated him for his special device.
Commander Taco had invented a toothbrush so flexible and long that you sit on it, and it brushes the back of your teeth so you can taste your own shit.
Cowboy Neal and Commander Taco had saved up for their trip to Japan. That way, they could partake of tentacles.
If they WERE just made up, like some people had claimed, no loss; they would just jam live squids up their asses.
As if it had to be said, that wasn't the brightest thing you've ever done. Your nuts are SWOLLEN UP to the size of ANGRY APPLES and you're certain to have to STAY HOME FROM WORK tomorrow. You crazy FAGGOT.
You sure BASHED THOSE NUTS good.
You lose.
Well, that was PREDICTABLE. After SHOVING THAT WACKY SCREWDRIVER up your ASTONISHED ASS and WIGGLING IT AROUND FOR A FEW MINUTES, you pass out and wake to discover yourself in a HOSPITAL with a SHINY NEW COLOSTOMY BAG.
Why don't you fucking REGISTER ANUSLESS.COM FOR YOURSELF?
You lose.
You're a FUCKING HANDYMAN aren't you, you little PRICK. You sure SHOWED THOSE NUTS. You TAUGHT THEM A FUCKING LESSON. Now you're HOLDING THEM IN YOUR HAND. Congratulations, FUCKCHUNK.
Now there are TWO LESS NUTS in this world.
You lose.
That's right, GENIUS. You shoved five C-size DURACELLS up your DUMB WHITE ASS (ONE at a TIME), and guess what? You're now lying on the FLOOR in a PUDDLE OF your own DUMBSHIT.
You have electrocuted yourself like a FUCKNUT.
You lose.
A large pair of pliars: £50.
An electric cattle prod: £200.
A blow-torch: £300.
Some nipple-sized pastry cutters: £5.
Torturing someone to death for rehashing another one of those tired Mastercard jokes: priceless.
I think this would be considered a YP...Your Problem.
heh
This Hale Bop?
(to the tune of Hanson's MMM-Bop)
You are getting tired of this place
The comet is coming fast
It's time to leave for outer space
Come ride the comet, will be a blast
It'll be a blast, yeah
(Chorus)
Hale Bop, bop ba do bop
ba doobie dop ba do bop
bop ba do, yeah
Hale Bop, bop ba do bop
ba doobie dop ba do bop
bop ba do, yeah
Just lose your nuts to ride the air
You won't need them when you're there
Before you leave tell your friends
Don't dispair - Fly through space without a care!
Fly through space without a care
Okay, yeah
(Chorus)
Get your robe, get your Nikes, take a dose
The command to leave is Do's
Soon we'll find out where the comet goes
It's a secret no one knows
No one knows, yeah
(Repeat Chorus)
nobody cares about your stupid kroutmobiles because they suck, i rather have a chevrolet silverado pickup truck with a 350 V8 anyday...
* Thursday August 01, @03:48AM
.. (Score:3, Funny) .. I am sure NASA has an oil drilling team on stand by as we read this. [ Reply to This | Parent ] slow! (Score:0)
:)
* MOD PARENT UP! Thursday August 01, @03:59AM
* Another compelling Love story Thursday August 01, @04:02AM
first post?? (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Thursday August 01, @02:26AM (#3990531) woohooo! wheee! [ Reply to This | Parent ] And
by JPriest on Thursday August 01, @02:26AM (#3990532)
(User #547211 Info | http://pocomail.com/)
by Anonymous Coward on Thursday August 01, @02:31AM (#3990542) 8 degrees / hour? is that even fast enough to notice movement with the naked eye? [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:slow! by alfredw (Score:2) Thursday August 01, @04:49AM
For everything else.... (Score:5, Funny)
by cdf12345 on Thursday August 01, @02:33AM (#3990546)
(User #412812 Info) pair of decent binoculars: $60
tank of gas to drive to dark location: $20
Lawn blankets: $15
The expression on your face as you realise some NASA mathmatican forgot to carry a one......priceless [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:For everything else.... by Anonymous Coward (Score:-1) Thursday August 01, @02:48AM
* Re:For everything else.... by drsquare (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @04:52AM
Cult Activity.. (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Thursday August 01, @02:35AM (#3990551) Do asteroids cause mass suicide, like certain commets of the past? [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:Cult Activity.. Thursday August 01, @05:16AM
Leonid (Score:1)
by rigelstar on Thursday August 01, @02:36AM (#3990552)
(User #243170 Info) The Leonid meteor shower was a great way for me to introduce my 6 and 3 yr old to astronomy. It was a night I will remember forever, as they will too hopefully. They still talk about the "stars falling from the sky".
My kids are actually really excited about this event. There is nothing betting then getting kids into science then direct experience. [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:Leonid by rigelstar (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @02:40AM
o Re:Leonid Thursday August 01, @02:45AM
o Re:Leonid Thursday August 01, @02:45AM
o Re:Leonid by Cantus (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @03:23AM
o Re:Leonid Thursday August 01, @03:53AM
* Re:Leonid by lukew (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @02:43AM
oh no (Score:1, Funny)
by Troll on ice on Thursday August 01, @02:38AM (#3990561)
(User #569367 Info) it's coming from the vicinity of an ugly planet...a bug planet [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* whoever modded this down before.... Thursday August 01, @03:10AM
Astronomers at play (Score:3, Funny)
by tuxedo-steve on Thursday August 01, @02:41AM (#3990563)
(User #33545 Info) From the spacedaily.com article:
Such data result in impressive 3D maps of asteroids, which have often surprised astronomers with their weird shapes. Some prove to be binary systems (one space rock orbiting another) and one even looks like a dog bone. Why is it that I'm picturing a couple of ageing hippy astronomers, passing around a joint and checking out the skies?
``Whoa, dude, that's rock's shaped really weird...''
``Yeah... looks like a dog bone or somethin'...''
*toke* *toke*
``Heh heh... check out Uranus...''
No, probably not.
[ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:Astronomers at play Thursday August 01, @02:48AM
o Re:Astronomers at play by lukew (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @02:54AM
+ Re:Astronomers at play Thursday August 01, @03:00AM
photo realistic sky generator software (Score:4, Informative)
by kbroom on Thursday August 01, @02:48AM (#3990576)
(User #258296 Info | http://slashdot.org/) Stellarium [stellarium.free.fr] is an impressive piece of free software for Linux and Windoze that renders the sky at any given time given your coordinates.
I bet it will make it much easier for the untrained people to find the asteroid in the sky (considering its trayectory [nasa.gov].
[ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Re:photo realistic sky generator software by Anonymous Coward (Score:1) Thursday August 01, @03:29AM
o Re:photo realistic sky generator software Thursday August 01, @05:40AM
Invisible rock orbits earth; Film at 11 (Score:1, Flamebait)
by Toasty16 on Thursday August 01, @02:50AM (#3990585)
(User #586358 Info) "As it nears Earth, however, the space rock will brighten, soaring to 9th magnitude on August 18th. That's about 16 times dimmer than the dimmest star you can see without a telescope." Wow. Now I just have to blow $300 on a telescope powerful enough to let me see a dim light. What a story, thanks Slashdot! [ Reply to This | Parent ]
* Umm... Thursday August 01, @05:00AM
Shucks, right when school lets back in. (Score:0)
Free speech for me, but not for thee.
If we'd only just listen to Al Gore, we'd have an HDTV camera pointed at us out there beyond the moon, and we could sit in our livingrooms and watch all these space rocks whiz past in glorious living color.
But no, we gotta elect a guy who, well, who can say *what* is going through his mind other than the perpetual thought, "I gotta screw things up fast 'cuz 2004 is around the corner."