Schrodinger's lolcat

yes! I know! A whole month without convergences must have been hard. We're sorrrry. Poor you. But really, come on now. Look around you- there are convergence everywhere you look- you can't just rely on us twos to keep you informed of such matters. It's a very blinkered way of doing things, even if the blinkers are a lovely set of 'em.
The LHC experiment for example- that had a lot of scope for convergence recently. You know, that big proton collider thing in Switzerland; the LHC! The LHC! The LHC. The LHC? Everyone's talking about the LHC. Don't tell me you haven't learnt your Higgs Bosons from your Schrodinger's cats? You really can't have missed any of the coverage that the proton... um, 'thing' was given, seeing as it was pretty well covered everywhere (and then subsequently forgotten once the news media realised that it's a bit of a 'black hole' excitement-wise, and that it's going to take weeks before they find all the cool sh*t).
Now, that was a pretty big convergence, right on your metaphorical doorstep, as it were (-let's just never mind writing about the actual convergence of writing about the massive, earth-altering science spinny on the actual day it took place). Just imagine the protons as they went spinning around that big loopy thingy, propelled by magnets, just below the speed of light... just where did they get them from? The proton farm?
What if the ones they selected to smash into each other- potentially causing another big bang- were actually the same protons that caused Big Bang I? Or, were the same protons that split the first zygote in the first human embryo? Or that the protons sent around in that experiment came from space and had hitched a ride on the asteroid that 'brought the noise' to the dinosaurs? Wow, huh? Now that's convergence* (note: these might not be convergence. But seeing as I'm taking liberties with a lot of science in the above (are protons reusable? zygotes? ) mangling some English isn't a big concern- I'm just trippin' the light fantastic over the keyboard in front of me, here. Do you think Fred Astaire knew exactly where each and every tippidy-tap went on the old dancefloor? Really??)

Anywayz, both Tiffany-darling and I really couldn't have brought you any postings on whatever was floating through our mind convergence-wise this past month, because we were both having a pretty big convergence of our own in the middle of August at the 'Grand Convergence Convention, Philadelphia '08'. It's hard to believe but we actually met up, face-to-face, jungle-to-jungle in glorious IMAX 4D where during the event many issues were brought to topic in what some commenters are calling Pop Culture's Versailles Treaty- such as; Play/Pause/Rewind tattoos, beach volleyball sexism, musical sustainability, parallel parking, Corey cubed... Yes, indeed. We were basically living like a couple a' clever young Turks.
And although the world didn't end with the big experiment on Wednesday, the earth certainly did move when we two met for our brief encounter this summer at the Con-Con. In a word, this commenter said it was 'smashing'. I've thought about this subsequently though, and feel perhaps only this convergence of rap and country's biggest stars coming together in one song can only just about sum up how I feel:



And that's just the thing- this correspondent, now back in the land of Roast Beef, feels ever so slightly strange ever since I've been back. It's like when you're walking down the same set of stairs you've known for ages, but you misjudge the last step and it catches you out unawares, sending you clattering into the floor- and for a second, you don't know what the F is going on, because you've walked, run, skipped down these stairs hundreds of times (this happens a lot to me, what with my marionette limbs flailing about in the manner that they do sometimes). Now, imagine that one second of shock but prolonged for about a month, and you've got me these past few days. I don't know where I am, what I'm doing... I'm leaning up against walls, trying to workout what's going on... My temporal re-emplacement has been hindered also by the weather here in Blighty. I can honestly say since returning from the glorious east coast of America, there has been four complete sunny days. Four. That means for 86% of the time, it was raining. Now, when it rains for 86% of your time, maybe you'd feel a little bit strange as well. Take a read here what our own country's Meteorological Office has been describing the month August as...

Holy smokes- even the whole country even describes ITSELF as 'exceptionally dull'. The first sentence takes care of the general weather description- it's nothing to slit your wrists over- but the next one is just there to rub it in, reminding people of the general, dismal feeling about the place. It's just sooo depressing, in more ways then one I can tell you. So, I made this lolcat to make me feel better.



He he! It sorta worked.