Happy Tunguska Day!
On this day, in 1908, a remote Siberian forest was hit by a:
- comet
- asteroid
- alien space ship
- piece of string
- black hole
- chunk of neutronium
- an extraterrestrial object containing black goo infused with a malevolent alien intelligence
- some kind of manifestation of Azathoth or Yog-Sothoth
- some kind of opening into hell
...whatever it was, Happy Tunguska Day! How do we celebrate Tunguska Day, you wonder? Why, you can celebrate Tunguska Day simply by continuing to exist! That's right!
That might not seem like much, but think about it: any of those things, even the completely-made-up items on the list, could have destroyed the human race if they'd been bigger or happened somewhere a little more crowded than Siberia. But we're still here! Take that, universe! And if any of those things ever do happen on a larger scale or in some place that draws crowds, like, you know, London or Tokyo or New York City or São Paulo or New Delhi or Beijing--pfft! (and imagine a throat-slitting motion with the hand, please): lots of us, maybe all of us, could be dead. The end! And we're not!
So that's how you celebrate Tunguska Day. By not being one of several million or billion people to die in a:
- fireball
- massive "nuclear winter"-style global cooloff
- alien invasion
- riot/mass suicide triggered by the maddening sound of daemon flautists
- gravitational anomaly that implodes the Earth
- condensate of all terrestrial matter into a Earth-sized goo of strange matter
- temporal flux
- monster's belly
Hooray! Happy Tunguska Day!
(I feel funny soliciting comments, but you can also help celebrate Tunguska Day, if you really want to, by suggesting a Tunguska Event Theory not mentioned in this post, or additional ways in which the entire human race could die of external causes--i.e. not by baking or gassing or nuking ourselves, but something the real or imaginary universe can unexpectedly throw our way!)
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Fortunately, Tunguska is a distractible deity and wandered off to the Eta Carinae nebula. He/she/it is busy smiting/bringing the good news to small, spindly, unchurched chlorine-based life forms in that part of the galaxy instead and has pretty much forgotten about us.
Thank goodness. Happy Tunguska day.
Jimmy Hoffa's murderers were actually ready to off him in 1972, but they knew the means of his death would be highly destructive. They waited an additional three years before acting, so they could travel back in time to a sparsely populated region.
The murder left a hell of a lot more than just traces...but traces of what. Two mysteries solved.
You're welcome.
I love these suggestions, folks. Thank you.
Happy Tunguska Day!
The city is held in place by gravity centered in the shell of the earth, and the aurora borealis and aurora australis are caused by reflections from the sun located in the inner earth, reflection which the city uses as a power source.
Well, you know, there were a couple of kids from the city playing at this opening where they weren't supposed to be, and messin' with their power without enough training and in direct disobedience of the elders rules on when it's appropriate to use your powers, and one thing led to another, then
BOOM!
Ah, youth.