The Guardian explains an awful lot about how things have gotten so out of hand for so very, very long by revealing proof that we’re all swimming in a cosmic dacquiri:
In the latest survey, astronomers sifted through thousands of signals from Sagittarius B2, a vast dust cloud at the centre of our galaxy. While they failed to find evidence for amino acids, they did find a substance called ethyl formate, the chemical responsible for the flavour of raspberries.
“It does happen to give raspberries their flavour, but there are many other molecules that are needed to make space raspberries,” Arnaud Belloche, an astronomer at the Max Planck Institute for Radio Astronomy in Bonn, told the Guardian.
Curiously, ethyl formate has another distinguishing characteristic: it also smells of rum.
Billions of stars, swirling in a conga line around a tipsy galactic center. No wonder it’s all spinning.
via [heynowheynow].