Now the NASA JPL Deep Impact crashing rendevous last night with Tempel 1 comet was cool, wasn't it?!
They say they did it for pure science, research into the origins of the planetary system.
But my guess is that they also needed to know if they could simulate a nuclear take-out of a comet, asteroid, or other Near Earth Oblject (NEO) otherwise destined for your backyard (that's correct: not mine, yours).
And that's exactly how I now like my fireworks: far, far away.
Though when younger, I used to truly enjoy things that boomed and spanged with a smash:
...and i, too, a maniac!
a real fucking yankee doodle maniac!
up now with sufficient wine
and out to the backyard
with assorted red, white, and blue cherry bombs,
mosaicing Old Glory in potent resplendence
my prize Ohioan humus rose garden.
then ignite! and:
earth and flower petals
in a grand simultaneous-exploding jack—a—room! delight.
o, joyous good American smoke and dust!
and i, then, dancing the earth with the drunken tears
of a flag-loving, fist-waving patriot, screaming:
jack—a—room! jack—a—room!
may you ever boom!, America
long may you boom!
But anymore, I've developed an emotional distance from booms, bangs, and blasts. They remind me too sentimentally of sex, or more properly, the distant memory called 'sex'. Yep, just about as far away as Tempel 1 now, I'd say.
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