Drugs kill. The Hodads played the Avalon Ballroom, not the Fillmore. Subduction Zone was the opener.
Math checks out.
I have to disagree. A hodad pretends to surf but doesn’t really. If you don’t have your legs spread and arms out, you’re still riding those gnarly tectonic waves, but you’re pretending not to surf.
Maybe a dadho?
Hey, since conceptual models only exist, well, conceptually, you’ll find that they’re awfully damned difficult to take apart.
If our museums survive in the fossil record, at least the future might know about spider webs.
And Spiderman.
Not even that bad an idea for a solar observatory. You want a high aperture for resolution, but a low aperture for light collection. So just reduce the intensity with a strong beamsplitter. You wouldn’t want to focus it to that small a point, but solar panels gain efficiency at high concentration (as long as they’re kept cool).
Even there, it’s probably still logistically easier to just build a normal telescope with a normal neutral-density filter, and put normal solar panels next to it.
It’s the thrill of getting away with something. Note that it’s a secret solar panel.
Lots of science and engineering are done on the basis of “It’d be cool if we did it.”
Took me a moment to get the hidden literary reference in the alt-text:
“rabbit-run” 
Rabbit, Run = 1960 novel by John Updike, whose protagonist is named Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom
0.1 nanometers = one angstrom
“shut down in the 1990s” = Harry dies at the end of Rabbit at Rest (1990), the fourth and last novel in Updike’s “Rabbit tetralogy”
Very nice. Thanks for digging out that reference.
Woah, that’s a deep cut.
I was about to say that you were really reaching here, but then remembered: It’s Randall Munroe. Never mind.
He forgot about Triton.