Fenrir, the great wolf who will swallow the sun at the time of Ragnarok, is making a pretty decent practice run today.
This part of Midgard should see about 68% of the sun’s disk swallowed up. Of course, I have also arranged for it to be about 68% cloudy. (It is a true fact that, if there is anything occurring of astronomical interest, be it a comet or a meteor shower or a large canid noshing on the primary, the local skies will almost always be overcast.)
The human female was too cheap to buy me a telescope and, no doubt, too stupid to know how to use one, but she did consent to do the bare minimum and poke a hole in a piece of cardstock so that Sigyn and I can use the old-fashioned method of tracking Fenrir’s snack.
Here we are. It’s fairly near the beginning of the event. (Notice that the human female had to weigh down the paper with her big, ugly eyeglasses. It is breezy AND cloudy today.)
See, Sigyn? The little sun spot is still mostly round.
We’ve all walked over to the plaza in front of the student center. The Astronomy Club has several telescopes set up. The lines are long, but we have hopes of getting a peek.
(Some time later.) Well, that was a rip-off. The human female saw something, but Sigyn was too short to peek in, and my horns got in the way. We’ll just have to make do with our cardstock apparatus.
Look! It’s working! Our spot is more of a D- or crescent shape!
Here’s a close-up. I must admit— I am impressed. Fenrir should be able to swallow the whole thing when the time comes!
(I am also a bit surprised that the human female’s cheap card trick actually worked, but don’t tell her that. She’d get a swelled head and it’d take me a week to get her good and humble again.)
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