Here's what I did the entire day today; staying at my parents house this christmas, I woke up this morning literally to hear my
mother cleaning and preparing food for the guests coming over this afternoon who were candidates to assist my sister to help her receive donations for
the various humanitarian causes she has been getting involved with. Since evidently I am not as mature as everyone else, I was asked to leave for the entire day. It was just as well,
I thought to myself, since I had planned this week to go to the Boston Sports Club and get some study material so I can get certified for a personal training degree. Even though the round trip by train would
cost me 14 bucks, it would be a step in the right direction since if I get re-certified, future clients would start taking me
seriously and not think I'm a crackpot trainer even though I already know what the hell I'm doing. Luckily my dad was going to WPI today and I asked him to drop me off there so I could
walk to the train station and take the 2 pm train into boston. Unfortunately, once I got to the train station, the head trainer was not going to be in today and nobody on staff knew where the gym kept
the study material, so a trip to Boston would be pointless. So now being stranded in worcester, I had no choice but to find something to do until 7 pm when my dad returned to the city so figuring I needed something to do, I walked to the
WPI Gordon Library just to use the coke machines since I figured that would take a while..

As I tried to unsuccessfully call one of my friends, I almost got into a fight with a crazy old woman who called me an asshole for no reason while walking down the street but after confronting her, she just kept walking and didn't explain the remark..
I finally got to the Gordon Library and then I sat there and I picked up a book...

Hearing noises in a lecture hall nearby, I opened the door into the conference room and found myself in the back of the audience at a random convention funded by the local scientific community with too much time on their hands. Evidently, this
weeks forum was having an earnest discussion about setting up a recruitment project for expedition teams that could be funded for future black hole exploration. Sitting in the back row, I overheard a recruiter speak to a professor who was filling out an application...

"So you are applying to be a member of the black hole diving research team?"

"Yes"

"Have you experience diving into black holes?"

"This question is a joke, right?"

"Why do you want to be part of this project, since your research results cannot be reported back to us outside the event horizon of a black hole?"

"Our diving team we've formed went through the Astronautics school together. We have studied black holes intensively all our professional lives and are deeply curious to discover for ourselves whetehr or not predictions for conditions inside the black hole are correct. We all
feel strongly that we want to cap our careers with this trip"

The place was truly out of control.. applications were being filled out, mugs were were being given away, and stories were being shared, and even though I have not felt truly suicidal anytime recently, I found myself longing to join one of these expeditionary forces who might someday be able to plunge into a black hole if funding and technology ever allowed...

Then suddenly a professor who literally looked like Larry David but taller, tapped me on the shoulder, and being among one of the youngest people at the convention, he seemed to mistake me for a younger astronaught representative from NASA. As a crew of people formed around me asking questions, I was pretty much chicken-winged into going up to the podium and give a few suitable words on my behalf. Before I had a chance to explain, the entire crowd was staring at me and I found myself being more-or-less asked what my specific interests were here for the convention.

"I'd like to write a story about a guy who volounteers to be part of a black hole diving research team" I told him,, The team would be funded by the same naive special interest groups and organizations
that backed nanotechnology research on cosmetics companies that in reality use the term loosely to describe themselves and receive gobs of liquid cash since sponsors are too lazy to usuallyunderstand any scientific technology to
see when they are really getting duped. As a result, the guy receives huge compensation for the certainly fatal mission to cross the event horizon of a black hole but only to hide in a barrel before takeoff for the spaceship to
plunge into the black hole"

A roar of laughter ensued from the crowd, and having no backbone to be original I laughed with them, even though I didn't know what the hell they were laughing about. They laughed because as I found out about 20 minutes later, it would be impossible for any scientists who crosses the event horizon of a black hole to report any observations to the scientific community since nothing in this universe -- including transmission signals -- can leave the black hole once they've plunged in so technically, nobody would know whether any of the divers ever lived or not to explore the black hole. Humiliated, I went to the library again but ended up getting kicked out at 5 because they close early due to christmas hours and had to wait outside in the cold for 2 hours for my dad to pick me up.