Solar flair.

Well, here's another after work, pre-shower post.  It's early in the morning and I need to go to bed.  As I pointed out in my last post, my inspirations seem to strike in the early hours when I'm in need of sleep.  Although this post is not particularly inspired, I wanted to post something either today or tomorrow, and I don't think I'll remember any of it tomorrow.  Well I probably will, but even if I save this today and post it tomorrow, it will still show today as the date I posted it.  Man, I'm just talking nonsense now.

Arguably, the chances of anything entering the Earth's atmosphere and burning up, creating a Shooting Star, is one in a googol.  Miniscule.  Pretty much too small to be bothered about.  But I am always filled with a childlike sense of optimism whenever I look up into the night's sky.  Hoping beyond hope that such a chance will occur.  (I think there might be a bigger chance than one in a googol - what with the asteroid belt floating round between Mars and Jupiter.  And the asteroid sphere that encompasses our Solar System.  Still - space is pretty big.  We've got a bigger chance of being missed by things flying towards us).  Tonight, my anticipation of this event was quenched.  I saw a Shooting Star.  It lasted long enough to not only catch my eye, but to allow me to look in its direction and watch it for the few seconds it lasted.  Bear in mind that a few seconds is ages for a Shooting Star.  It was enough time for me to see that it was, in fact, several pieces falling together after breaking up a bit - it was long enough for me to at least guess where it was heading - it was long enough for me to appreciate the orange colour it burnt with.  I can think of few things that are as awesome as a Shooting Star.

I learnt something new about the fourth state of matter the other day.  I have known what it is for a long time, but I've never thought of anything that is made from it, if that makes sense.  There is solid, liquid and gas.  And plasma.  The fourth, and most badass, state of matter.  It is ionised gas that is neither gas nor solid.  "Where can we find this?" I hear you ask.  "Fire," says I.  "And lightning," I further add.  I love that fact that it is something so simple.  Two everyday things.  Made of PLASMA.  That is all.

I am going to bed now.  It's got to the stage where I'm barely able to keep my eyes open and I've started to nod embarrassingly.  As well as this, I can hear noises that I shouldn't be hearing at this time of night; playing in my head like some sort of built-in speaker system.  My mind is telling me that I can hear the cars on my way home from work and that I'm on the 'Airfield' level of Call Of Duty 5.  At the same time.  And I know I'm not doing either.

I'm also reading my sentences over a good few times each before finally posting this, lest I make some hideous typo or grammatical error.

Wish me luck.