And I’m back.

A successful vacation! Kites were flown, boardwalk food was eaten, golf carts were ridden, my wife got to make a camp fire, many dogs were seen and made much of, a moose plushie was won in an epic battle with a claw machine*, and I slept a remarkable amount of hours. A good Mother’s Day was had by all.

Moe Lane

*As it went into the hopper I half-hissed, half-shouted: To the last, I grapple with thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last venom at thee in full Khan Noonian Singh mode. By now, my wife doesn’t even roll her eyes. She has become resigned to my little ways.

Much as I would like to believe in native Martian Death Fungus…

…I suspect that if that fungus actually exists there, it’s because it came along for the ride. And that ‘if’ is a big if. I don’t think we’d be able to really tell without sending somebody to actually look, preferably with a full biolab included.

Moe Lane

PS: Yes, I’m assuming that the fungus would try to kill us. I don’t trust fungus in the slightest. Not on Earth, and definitely not any hypothetical Martian equivalent. I’ve seen zombie flicks. My kid played The Last of Us. I know how this ends.

SpaceX launches Starship, lands Starship, Starship survives.

SN15th time’s the charm:

Via @IMAO_. I’ve always felt Elon Musk’s operating philosophy draws much from the below. Note, by the way, that I say that respectfully. The philosophy below works: