The world's most powerful scientific machine was shut down on Thursday... by a weasel.
The Large Hadron Collider, a 17-mile-long particle accelerator located in Switzerland, experienced technical issues after a small animal chewed through a power cable, according to NPR
The Weasel's Hadron Collider is Out
"The Weasel's Hadron Collider is out!",
the Physicists shout.
Just when it was thought we had it made
we've been put in the shade.
and now our search for The Ultimate Truth
has been sabotaged by a Weasel's tooth.
which is all rather more than odd
since we were seeking the Particle made by God.
But Hold on! Perhaps that's a sign
that there really is a God and He ( or She?) is benign-
ly suggesting this text:
Now that the Weasel is dead
Why not , next ...instead
begin a search for anti-gravity
in some small terrestrial cavity?
and then perhaps it may not be one of those disasters.
However, , since I never even completed my Master's
The hunt for the God particle. ... It’s called the Large Hadron Collider, and its purpose is simple but ambitious: to crack the code of the physical world; ...
But please don't let all this snow ye Brits dismay
since it's bound to melt fairly soon anyway.
And of course there is also this consolation:
Would England have become such a sea-faring Nation
of great international reputation
if its weather were better,
warmer and much less wetter?
No, they'd be the butt of jokes
like those more southerly folks
the Spanish, Italians and French
who live to eat well and wench
with lovely wines and good cheese.
And ,so instead today
we Americans could very well be speaking Chinese*
HzL
4/27/16
*which, unfortunately may soon enough be true
but I hope, not at least for another generation or two.
UK weather: Snow and sleet causes May Day misery for travellers
Two men push a car up a hill in Great Horton, Bradford, following heavy snow falls this morning.CREDIT: GUZELIAN
An unseasonal mix of snowfall and sleet has caused disruption to those making an early start to the May Day bank holiday weekend.
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Flights were cancelled and delayed for passengers after six inches (15cm) of snow fell at Leeds Bradford Airport overnight, forcing the runway to close for part of Friday.
Motorists looking to take advantage of the three-day weekend have been advised by police to take extra caution following a spike of weather-related collisions in the north of England on Friday morning.
Snow covers an abandoned overturned car on A703 in Waterhead, Midlothian, as Scotland wakes to snow in the last few days of April. CREDIT: SWNS
Forecasters have predicted further snow, sleet and hail as May approaches.
Throughout the day the band of wintry weather carrying thundery downpours is due to move towards the south and east, with occasional sunny spells accompanied by a stiff breeze.
A snow covered pavement in Burnley, Lancashire, as the unseasonably cool weather continues. CREDIT: KIM PILLING/PA
Ahead of the cold front, temperatures are expected to reach 13C (55F) in the South East, while the mercury will creep past 8C (46F) in most parts.
Met Office forecaster Helen Roberts said: "The remnants of the system that is bringing snow across southern Scotland and England will be lingering into Friday evening, predominantly in the north east of England.
"Mostly it will be rain showers and a wintry mix of snow, sleet and hail for the rest of the country."
Heavy snowfall causes traffic chaos in Keighley, West Yorkshire.CREDIT: SWNS
Hail was expected "just about anywhere", she said, adding: "Later in the day we are most likely to see hail cause trouble on the roads if the ice builds up as conditions become slippery."
After a cold night on Friday, a keen frost is expected to follow on Saturday morning, although the best conditions of the weekend are expected later on.
While it will be a fairly dry day for many, showers are likely in eastern parts of the UK.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Re: YOU NAME IT or Ode to a Vibrator
I too one day had organsms five
but by then had not been long alive
In fact, I was not quite twenty one
and now for me , at 88 and -the days, if not me - mounting,
that such times are over and done
hardly needs recounting or accounting,
for at my current peak,
I'd be lucky to manage once or twice a week.
So My Sweet, let me hasten to congratulate you
even if secretly I might prefer to strangle or flatulate* you.
Such talents and over-capacity at one and four score !
Could you perhaps put them to economic employment
rather than only relegate them to your secret enjoyment?
Consider-- you could become a mistress or whore
while still leaving many MUCH younger men begging for more?
And who knows, perhaps if you'd advertise discreetly
you might be reimbursed daily
or at least weekly
and with the additional income Life could proceed more gaily
(while your Mother smiles down from Heaven
when she remembers a day she once had seven?)
Lastly, I must remember for all MY past sins to make amends,
so, if and when we meet again, should I bring two friends?
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Re: YOU NAME IT or Ode to a Vibrator
I too one day had organsms five
but by then had not been long alive
In fact, I was not quite twenty one
and now for me , at 88 and -the days, if not me - mounting,
that such times are over and done
hardly needs recounting or accounting,
for at my current peak,
I'd be lucky to manage once or twice a week.
So My Sweet, let me hasten to congratulate you
even if secretly I might prefer to strangle or flatulate* you.
Such talents and over-capacity at one and four score !
Could you perhaps put them to economic employment
rather than only relegate them to your secret enjoyment?
Consider-- you could become a mistress or whore
while still leaving many MUCH younger men begging for more?
And who knows, perhaps if you'd advertise discreetly
you might be reimbursed daily
or at least weekly
and with the additional income Life could proceed more gaily
(while your Mother smiles down from Heaven
while she remembers a day she once had seven?)
Lastly, I must remember for all MY past sins to make amends,
so, if and when we meet again, should I bring two friends?
