Don’t you hate it when random spots appear on your face for no reason at the worst possible time? To pop or not to pop, that is the question… Luckily for you at least, the spot won’t stay there forever, unlike for a certain guy I know – a certain guy called Jupiter.
As the Earth becomes less able to support our rapidly increasing population, we are inclined to search for exoplanets, planets which are outside of our own Solar System. There are plenty of ongoing exoplanet search projects, several of which are succeeding in their objectives, and a considerable number more which have sadly yet to discover their first one. In any case, the data collected is not always explainable…
The world seems to be getting a smaller and smaller as transport becomes more and more efficient. Although a plane could take us to the other side of the world in under forty-eight hours, the cost is the main deterrent. As a physicist I am obliged to think of other options (however theoretical).
Waking up last Wednesday, I took a glance outside to witness a featureless, gleaming expanse of white encasing the whole street. A minute, ashy substance was descending from the sky, and I knew immediately what this meant – the apocalypse had arrived. Yellowstone had finally erupted, and was scattering volcanic debris across the entire globe. If we didn’t die from building collapse, our lungs would surely suffer from particulates suspended in the air… Alternatively, it was snowing, but that’s such a rare event that I think I can exclude the possibility.