Phil Plait will be calling into Desert Bus at 11am PST on Saturday, November 15th.
Phil Plait, PhD, is an American astronomer and the mind behind the science blog Bad Astronomy. While the blog has an astronomy focus, Phil also writes about skepticism, pseudoscience, and antiscience topics. This blog was hosted by Discover Magazine, near the end of 2012 it changed hosts to Slate Magazine.
He is the author of, “Bad Astronomy: Misconceptions and Misuses Revealed, from Astrology to the Moon Landing “Hoax”“, which covers debunking astronomy-related urban legends, and “Death from the Skies!: These are the Ways the World Will End“, describing ways astronomical events could wipe out all life on Earth.
It was announced in early November that Phil is set to become a host for a new astronomy series on the Crash Course Youtube channel. This series will also be distributed through PBS’s Youtube network and into classrooms through PBS LearningMedia.
There’s also an asteroid named after him.
Have a question for Phil? Leave them in the comments below!
As we move into the more reasonable hours of the morning it seemed time to get the donations flowing! We’ve got a donation drive for you that is larger than life!
This amazing tactical combat game comes not only with a copy of the Ogre board game SIGNED BY STEVE JACKSON, but also an Ogre T-Shirt, tote bag, and two Ogre Pins. How do you get your entry in for this you ask? Donate $13.37 or multiples thereof in the next 47 minutes (until 9:15 AM PST)!!!
We asked the impossible, we wanted poetry so good that Beej would have no choice but to like it. Boy did you guys deliver! Our winner was Magicpokey with his modern classic, “Going Left (The Road)”
Left.
The Road Doesn’t Judge You.
Left.
The Road Doesn’t Need You.
Left.
The Road Doesn’t Hurt You.
Left.
The Road Just Carries You.
Left.
Takes Your Abuse.
Left.
Absorbs Your Curses.
Left.
Without Complaint.
Left.
The Road Just Loves You.
Left.
As long As You Stay:
Left.
We had more than 50 (!) entries for this contest! The short list is assembled below the break:
By Laurel Morrison:
A Sonnet of Twerk
Would that I could dance across the floor
In sultry tango or in lilting waltz
Whirling, twirling, my starv-ed soul exalts
Partner in arms, lost forever more
Gone are the days of foxtrot and mambo
Our steps were filled with grace, the music sweet
We swept across the room on airy feet
Oh Beej, do tell, where did those days now go?
Thanks to Beyonce, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj
Today’s new dance – the Twerk – is “where it’s at”
Obsessed with ladies’ rears and decolletage
This hellish new craze that Miley Cyrus begat
But who are we to judge a move so bold?
When did our poor limbs become too old?
By: CWhiteMaster99
Beej is Red!
Beej is Blue!
Beej Splats the Bus,
And Crashes it Too!
A failed Ode to Twerk.
by Oakinwode
There was man by Beej of name.
Who needed something for fame.
And so he did twerk.
And twerk….and twerk?
(Nothing rhymes with twerk which is lame.)
David Kettle:
There was a twerker named beej
Who said poetry made him grieve
While driving a bus
He made quite a fuss
So now we’re all sending him these
Michael Saunders:
“A poem for Beej
For he is my liege
The gif of his twerk
Inspired this work”
Balleluia:
The Bones Left Behind: The Story of the Desert Bus Skulls
Inside, you are a scaffolding of calcium-white
like the skeleton your teacher rolled in for class
and said lived inside of you every day.
It smiled and smiled, and even then it seemed
more like death than like life to you.
You forgot about craggy carpals, their names
as foreign as their shapes, until you slipped
and broke your wrist. You couldn’t name
the big bone that jutted out at a painful angle,
white as the recently bleached tiles now darkening.
The doctor showed you them on the x-ray.
It was the ulna, but you asked about others,
repeated them: scaphoid, trapezium, capitate.
You imagined there was a circus in there, with a little
trapeze artist swinging between the bones.
Now, back in the antiseptic white
of a hospital, you asked me to dig you up,
when you were dead, and take those tiny bones
for my own. Why, I asked, and you told me
to place them in a bag and roll them like dice.
You said you always wanted to do that.
You smiled, and I cried.
By: Therberus
There once was a man named Beej,
Who was constantly beeing beseiged
They’d run up to his castle, to give him an *ass*-full
But the twerk would leave them appeased !
By: Impsylove
Beej needed a lot of booze,
For poetry just made him snooze.
But then one day,
DesertBus chat came his way…
He said it was great (but it was all just a ruse).
By: notmichaeljfox
There was a young woman named Heather,
who found her bird of a feather
In a young man named Dery
Who thought she was very
Foxy in all kinds of weather.
Like sands through the hourglass, this is the Zeta Shift of our lives.
Beej’s very first driving shift was AMAZING. We auctioned off a beautiful quilt:
We did enough donation drives and giveaways that I officially lost count. Beej issued the Super Princess Beej Art Challenge, the hilarious results of which can be found HERE. The winner was Michelle!
We also got a glimpse of what happens when Beej just Beejes out:

We did a ton of dancing…
…and ended on an EPIC poetry contest whose submissions covered 28 PAGES. Whale dong, guys!
For the next 30 minutes, put on your poetry caps! Beej hates poetry, so make him like it by writing him a limerick, a haiku, an e.e. cummings style typographical masterpiece, or whatever else strikes your fancy. What will you win if you convince him? Why, just his Lenticular Gif! Beej’s gif is, of course, his classic ‘Beej Has Twerk In the Morning’; if you want to own this in physical form for the rest of your days, get to poetry and send your submissions to contests@desertbus.org!
There’s just half an hour left to donate for these fabulous items:
These little guys are so cute and full of whimsey that you’ll never want to tell a story without them again.
A gorgeous set of signed cards and poster by artist John Thacker.
Cyber Force was the comic which launched Image and Top Crow Comics, which is pretty important. Get these gorgeous promo posters from artists Marc Silvestri and Matt Hawkins!
It’s that time again, kiddos! If you donate $5.18 or a multiple for the next 45 minutes (until 5:38am), you will be entered for a chance to win a fabulous games pack for the Nintendo DS! Prize pack includes: Pokemon Conquest, Magical Starsign, Pokemon Black version 2, Pokemon White version 2, Transformers Prime and The Amazing Spiderman.
These games are REGION-FREE and we’ve thrown in some really delicious pig sweeteners too!
Every multiple of $5.18 is a chance to win!
For the next 44 minutes, if you donate a multiple of $4.44 you will be entered to win a prize that everyone, parent or no, can be proud of: the Best Dad Ever mug. It’s the very same mug that was presented to Troy Baker (Joel – The Last of Us, Booker Dewitt – Bioshock: Infinite ) by Ashley Johnson (Ellie – The Last of Us) at MomoCon. It is also signed by Courtnee Draper (Elizabeth – Bioshock: Infinite)!! You can’t really get a better Dad moment than that. Every multiple of $4.44 is an entry, so go nuts!
We’re running a truly outrageous donation drive until 4:17am. If you donate $10.17, you will be entered for a chance to win a prize pack of seventeen—that’s right, SEVENTEEN—amazing 3DS games, including the LIMITED collector’s edition Adventure Time “Hey Ice King, Why’d You Steal Our Garbage?!!” in special Enchiridion case.
Every multiple of $10.17 that you donate counts as a chance to win. So go forth, heroes, and donate for this amazing giveaway!
The other games included are:
The Amazing Spider-Man, Code of Princess, Kirby: Triple Deluxe, Transformers Prime, Regular Show; Mordecai & Rigby in 8-Bit Land, Sonic Lost World, Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures, Etrian Odyssey IV: Legends of the Titan, Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark, Heroes of Ruin, Castlevania: Lords of Shadow Mirror of Fate, Power Rangers Megaforce, Lego City Undercover, Mario Golf World Tour, New Super Mario Bros. 2 and Lego Marvel Super Heroes: Universe In Peril. For more information see the giveaway page HERE.








































