When you start putting the alphabet in your butt.
^Tune your set to a frequency emitted by a nearby pulsar! God really will leak through yer stereo! :D
These are radio wave emissions, you can literally just listen to them.
The Millisecond Pulsar Symphony from the 47 Tucanae Star Cluster![]()
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These radio emissions are caused by rapid fluctuations in the magnetic field of the pulsar, which emits radiation. Since a pulsar is spinning, the radiation is only emitted in our direction at regular intervals (or "pulses")-- some pulsars spin so fast that the pulses congeal into a musical note. In the case of the 47 Tucanae pulsar cluster, there are 22 pulsars in vicinity of each other each emitting their own musical note; literally creating a symphony from space.![]()
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...When you are sliding down a smooth beige slide and realizing that this slide is your own nose and as you fall off your own face you hang on to your beard for dear life and conclude that there's no way to go but down. When you eventually ask yourself the odd question "Wait, if this giant fucker here is myself, then what the fuck am I right now?" You suddenly snap out of it.
Then your dog says "Has it kicked in yet?..."
when driving staring at a cow field like you could spot one from the car
when you have to hide half of your book collection the day before your in-laws arrive