I was really disappointed to look it up and find out my ski goggles aren't good enough for an eclipse. The contrast on those things in regular sunlight is amazing.
Thanks for your concern, boys, but I only use the old-school dark welding masks. I hate those auto-darkening masks.
I have a 2’ x 2’ sheet of welding divider that I cut for the half eclipse a few years back. You just hold it up like a small blanket, works great.
This goal is hilarious. The replay starts at about 30 seconds in so you can see what actually happened.
We wont get a total eclipse until 2200 where we live. However Spain will be hit with a total eclipse in 2026, and 2027 and an annular in 2028. 2026will be madrid, which we will try to get to, otherwise 2026 will be centered exactly over Seville, which is a way better city in general.
I mean if it’s the right shade go ahead. The glasses are like 5 bucks and are everywhere this time. It’s only your eyesight.
I thought you were saying that in reference to the leg I had already broken. But yeah, you did get that right. Generally like “good luck.” First marathon was basically a 26.2 mile slog fest. London is a party the whole way. It’s gonna be insane.
thanks bud. Training has me finishing at about 4:15 to 4:30, but I dropped back into the 5 hour group so I can take pictures and videos and just enjoy it. Party is always further back anyway. I'm not gonna bust my ass when I'm literally strolling through one of the most beautiful cities ever
I put paper tape over those. Body glide is your friend, and I learned the hard way to run with a tube of chapstick, which turns into anti-chafe stick in a pinch. Regarding poops, fortunately London has massive stations of portapotties every mile. I've had quite a few emergencies while training, but on the ranch we have bathrooms (sans AC, but take what you can get) in the barns so I'm never more than a quarter mile away from an "oh shit" station.
Well shit, I already had a couple pints of wine. Oh wait, I had a Yuengling earlier, good enough. I spent about five hours on my Dad’s little Sears tractor, the same one I rode on 40 years ago, to start plowing up the field for my pollinator wildflower project. And for some reason that wine, a local one, (Hazlitt) in a pint glass with ice hit the spot. So I had another. No one can ever accuse me of being a wine snob, but I know what I like.
Welp, we did Disney. You hear that, Phil Simms?!?! Fuck you. Most. Expensive. Week. Ever. Disney World is objectively awesome. And an objective rip-off. So it’s 50-50, a pass. I just can’t get into the Adult Disney Cult. You know who I’m talking about, because they stick out like gypsies amongst the rest of the normal tourists blowing last year’s Christmas bonus. These people are fucking weirdos once you get stuck in line for next to one for a few minutes at a parade. Bragging you hit up all four parks in eight hours as if I’m not slapping you across your lips for saying that (in my mind). And speaking of gypsies, my daughter got to see them while there for the first time— much to her confusion (“Dad, why do those little girls look like hookers?”). No, sweetie, they’re just the white version of Ballers. They wear their wealth as loudly as possible.
Totality is around 3:25 pm today, Nett. I work in St. Thomas do I’ll be pretty close. There’s a window at that time for the sky to be clear (for now).