Well, following my recent post about me never having seen a shooting star, I can successfully report that I still haven’t. Sure, the last few days have seen the height of the Perseid Meteor Shower, during which any idiot who knows how to look up should have been able to see one if they were sufficiently motivated, but nope, still nothing.
I mean, it’s crazy. People have been seeing these things since at least 2,000. They’ve even got tagged to other historical events – the Perseids are known as the Tears of St. Lawrence because they coincide with the day of his martyrdom. St. Lawrence is an interesting guy – he’s the patron saint of comedians because, when he was barbecued to death by the Romans, he turned over and told them that he was done on that side and that they could turn him over and eat him; he’s also the guy who, when ordered to hand over the treasures of his church, presented Rome with the poor and the lame. I was also interested to read he was a keeper of the Holy Grail (or rather the Holy Chalice which partly mutated into the Holy Grail), especially given some of my recent posts. He’s also the patron saint of librarians.
Anyway, the Perseids are debris from the Comet Swift-Tuttle which, for a little while, was identified as a potential threat to life on Earth, which is worrying as it’s bigger than the one that took out the dinosaurs. Fortunately someone got their sums wrong somewhere along the line, and it turns out Swift-Tuttle isn’t a threat after all, although in 2126 it’ll be a pretty spectacular sight in the sky (like 1997’s Hale-Bopp, which I’ve also blogged about).
All this is really just a long-winded way of saying that I still haven’t seen any meteors.
Stupid cloud cover.