Spotless Days & What That Means—Redux

This is:
  • A) a vid-demo of the newest funked-up skratch-laden LP "each-ahh-lader" by DJ Blex.
  • B) a very-extremely boring special effects loop (which couldn't get any u-tube play).
  • C) a 1sec=1hour 'snapshot' of the solar winds 'dragging' shit away from the sun.
  • D) a pic of Eiffel65 looking thru a ziegler head mirror (da-ba-dee da-ba-doo).

Yesterday's 'Sun Times' was nothing compared to todays'.

I mean come-on. Does it get any more better zowie-wowie than this? This is a UV photograph of our dear old ultra-calm and quiet Uncle Sol. No spots...but there are two rather good sized holes (the darker areas at the south pole and above the south pole, closer to the middle). And they may mean something besides cool green photo. But then you'd have to click on the photos and read about the excitement. Nah.

A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain. — Mark Twain [1835-1910]

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