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The photograph attached was taken by the crew on board the Columbia during its last mission, on a cloudless day. The picture is of Europe and Africa when the sun is setting. Half of the picture is in night. The bright dots you see are the cities’ lights. 



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fuckyeahweather / wh0rebones

The photograph attached was taken by the crew on board the Columbia during its last mission, on a cloudless day. The picture is of Europe and Africa when the sun is setting. Half of the picture is in night. The bright dots you see are the cities’ lights. 

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WHAT ABOUT KINGSTON GOD DAMN IT

WHAT ABOUT KINGSTON GOD DAMN IT

Naturally.

First day back to school and we’re under a winter storm watch. There’s a good chance I may have to go shovel out my car later so I can get home. Joy. At least it’s above zero…for now.

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NASA’S Terra satellite captured this image of Hurricanes Danielle (north) and Earl (south) in the Atlantic Ocean at 10:20am Eastern on August 29, 2010. (NASA/MODIS Rapid Response Team)

NASA’S Terra satellite captured this image of Hurricanes Danielle (north) and Earl (south) in the Atlantic Ocean at 10:20am Eastern on August 29, 2010. (NASA/MODIS Rapid Response Team)

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It has officially reached 100ºF here.

July in New England, people.

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jishinmypants replied to your photo: Just, you know. For the record.

Dude, that is insane! It’s only 96 here.

It’s 98 here. 102 was the temperature inside my car. You see why I decided to buy yet another can of refrigerant for my car’s air conditioner. No way I am going to try to drive this week with no air conditioner.

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Just, you know. For the record.

Just, you know. For the record.

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I love thunderstorms, but

they come second to blizzards in terms of how much I hate driving in them. Puddling was awful on 95 North — one big one in the left lane just after the 295 split nearly pulled me off the road — and visibility was essentially nil. I could see the big green highway signs, but I couldn’t read them until I was right under them.

I got tired of it after ten minutes of doing 45mph and not being able to see the end of my own car’s hood, got off the highway at Jefferson Boulevard, and got back on the highway going South.

I know what I said yesterday, that keeping Job #1 requires me to occasionally appear at Job #1, but my life is worth more than eight dollars an hour. And if the managers don’t respect that, then it’s not my problem.

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