I actually prefer the good news, believe it or not. True, I don't blog much about it, but really I'd rather climb up to the lookout tower and look up good news, and tell you about it here. I'd rather log onto Heavens Above and look up what satellites and space debris will be visible in tonight's night sky over Corvallis (three rocket boosters, two satellites and the space station, as it happens), and watch them from the lookout (or, if I feel more comfortable in a non-imaginary location, from the street out in front of the house).
The Huygens probe, now there's good news. Excellent news, delightful news. River beds, shoreline, rocks washed up by ancient flows. Beautiful. Delightful. I wonder what the flowing liquid is? And are those rocks water-ice? Just curious.
The next lander will have to have a rover, so it can go hunt around and look for signs of life and interesting patterns of deposition.
Humans have successfully landed a probe on distant Saturn, and have not used it to kill anybody so far. Kinda gives you this funny feeling . . . "hope", I think it's called.
I think I'll climb back down to the house and pet the rats for awhile, and then go cuddle up in bed next to my sweetie.
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