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Give me an ooooo - give me an ahhhh, I am me - the universe and you, I'm the urban spaceman baby; here comes the twist-- I don't exist, We sail through endless skies stars shine like eyes the black night sighs, You see into space I see in your face The places you've been
More cosmic wonder here, courtesy of Hariod. thanks abound H’s way.
Live, continual footage of Earth from the cameras mounted upon the International Space Station thanks to NASA.
If the screen is black, then it is night-time views you’re seeing. The rest of the time, it’s like being sat on top of the module as it whirls across space. I find it very soothing a watch, have the site open constantly upon my desktop, and can drift off for some time, but then it is almost home from home for sonmi, living on a Cloud, with occasional planet hopping when on holiday.
Look …https://www.urthecast.com/live
Right now I have the first image below on my screen (though by the time I have posted this, it will of course have changed, as the whole craft moves quite fast). The second screenshot I took this morning.
Esme's Cloud 
Thanks for the link, time to space out for a bit :))
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You’re very welcome onnovocks – enjoy the ride. smiles
sonmi upon the ISS.
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Thanks for the link sonmi. Tubularsock checked it out and it is the black screen as you mentioned but Tubularsock’s reflection off of the computer screen with pitch black space as background brings to mind how large Tubularsock is as compared to space …… awesome.
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Good news all round there, it is impossible not to see the image of your head floating about the black screen now of course laughs.
s.u.t.Cloud
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If you look very carefully at the top left of screen, almost in the background, there’s a Vogon Constructor Fleet poised and ready. This will turn out badly no doubt…
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You’re not wrong there!
“Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning” four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.” – DA
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I miss Mr. Adams. My all time favorite Adams’ classic is of course, ‘The Long Dark Teatime Of The Soul’.
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Me too. Such a loss, I’ve read everything he wrote, and the original radio series (which I listened to first time round, when a mere lass of eight years old), is my favourite of all he scribed, though that is partially due to the high level of nostalgia emoted by it. ‘The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul’ – excellent choice. Dirk Gently – my favourite holistic detective!
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What’s up with that thing!? All I see are clouds…? Beautiful, billowing blankets of nimbo-stratocasters sliding past… I think I saw you waving, too. You’ve taken the selfie to a whole new level…
Michael
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You caught me out – I went for a fast surf, holding my breath, camera in hand. Clouds are a great view! laughs
sonmi.u.t.C
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