If Earth Had Rings
First off, they would be really pretty to look at. They would also dominate the sky in both night and day at exactly the same place as they would never rise nor set. And at night you would see the Earth’s shadow swing across the rings, like in the 4th photo here.
However, life would be very different on Earth if this were the case. Nocturnal animals would have a hard time being nocturnal, as the light reflecting from the rings would illuminate the night.
Because we are closer to the Sun than Saturn is, the rings would be more rocky than ice, making them less bright but still pretty bright. In fact, you would see far less stars at night (living anywhere other than the equator or the arctic circle) because of the light pollution and not to mention ruin most meteor showers because of that.
During the day the rings would block sunlight in certain regions of the planet creating wild weather cycles and effecting plant life as well. So basically, they would be definitely pretty to look at but they would also make a whole lot of things screwy.
Illustrations by Ron Miller // io9
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Mese: Maggio 2013
Iceland
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. FUCK
sigh
I’m going to delete my tumblr.
why the fuck would kids be on tumblr? don’t they have shapes to spell or something?
I hope it’s a joke. And if, is a bad one.
Basta andare sul profilo Twitter di Yahoo! per sincerarsi che questo tweet non è mai stato fatto.
mhm spero sia fake.
Mi sento una virgola. A volte qualcuno si dimentica di me, a volte sono di troppo, a volte non servo a nulla.
guardiamoiltramontoinsieme (via genesisofsupernova)
Le virgole, se messe nel posto giusto, possono cambiare il senso di una frase. (via polpette)

Ma tu guarda cosa si trova su YouTube. La sigla del Gruppo TNT. Buon ascolto e buonanotte.
Ricettario: A Balanced Diet by Karsten Wegenerto and Elena Mora
Playful sculptures presenting a visual reminder to keep a healthy and balanced diet.
Chissa’ quante uova avra’ rotto, e quante coppette d’olio avra’ rovesciato, prima di riuscirci.
conferme
Padre: Tu vuoi essere sempre perfezionista!
Madre: No, e poi si dice “tu vuoi essere sempre perfetta”, oppure che “vuoi fare la perfezionista”.
Padre: Eh?
Madre: Non si può voler essere perfezionisti. O lo si è, o non lo si è. Perfetti invece lo si può voler essere. Comunque io non sono perfezionista.
Fratello: Nono.
Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina
Dopo aver letto “Fax da Sarajevo”, di Joe Kubert, questo e’ un reblog praticamente obbligato.

