The forecast calls for poisonous radiation

Space is a vacuum where no one can hear you scream as you skiel a totally wicked curl on the solar wind. Where you can dress in a solar flare for the elegant. Where you must batten down the hatches along with the sharp silverware during a geomagnetic storm. Where today the 19th there were 836 reasons for you to duck and cover the figurines on your knickknack shelf from potentially hazardous asteroids. Whoa doggie! Space weather is far out.