Notice, he even spells it Deutsch now. ;)
Sorry I missed your call this afternoon but you didn't sound too buzzed
on your message.
Everybody calls when I'm upstairs. I swear there's some kind of switch
in that commode seat that lets everyone know I can't get to the phones.
Bill Banaszak, MFE Sr.
Hate a pint here, nothing but chemicals, accross in Germany etc its
bier.....very good, now found a nice Cz beer in the local supermarket.
otherwise its vodka and energy, or tonic, or lime, or orange....or a gin...
Cant stand cider, ok maybe if i tried a local one that was half decent...but
OTOH i hate apples!
Shipwrecks on aquarium bottoms aren't very new; here, look:
guy just built his own rather than buying one.
I saw a model someone had done of the Titanic in a aquarium a long time
The Minisub with lights is a nice touch, but I'm still somewhat baffled
that he used such a different scale for it.
With a little imagination a minisub can be built of of spare parts
fairly easily; I turned out a couple in HO scale a lot of years back
using kid's school pencil sharpeners for the main hull, and half of a
small fishing bobber for the spherical pressure hull hanging out the
bottom. Stick a small conning tower on top, a mechanical arm on the
front, some skids and set of thrusters on the back from your parts box,
and you're in business.
Funny...I just got another ping about submitting astronaut paperwork in
my inbox yesterday...of course, I'm right out now with my colitis and
all, but there was a time...
...still, would violate one of my cardinal rules - never go where you
can't breathe, or you're not on top of the food chain. So as before,
Since most living things are eaten be other living things, which in turn
are eaten by other living things, we all probably quite a few atoms in
us that used to be in dinosaurs at one time or another.
I got lobbied pretty hard to submit an application some years ago...I
passed thinking I just plain wasn't qualified. A few after that I
actually went to a NASA sponsored recruiting presentation and found out
I met or exceeded about 80% of what they were looking for in a mission
specialist...which was a shock to me, even then. If I'd been able to
speak, read, and write Russian, and been a rock climber, I'd have been a
lock for the job.
But not far into the presentation I figured out it was a job I really
didn't want - things about bone de-calcification in zero G, and the
radiation...and the odds of getting blown up only being about 1 in 500.
Astronauts are special people, and I'm not one of them...but I'm ok
widdat. One astronaut that presented at the recruiting pass spent 10
years trying to get in, and on the ninth try they told him all that was
wrong was that they didn't like his gallbladder - so he went to Andrews
and had it removed, and then applied the next year and was accepted.
The other one that presented was the Indian gal the died when Columbia
broke up on re-entry.
One of my former classmates from U of I piloted the last shuttle landing
at Edwards, and his resume is impressive as hell...I thought about
riding down to Domingo's to try and intercept him after the landing, but
I figured I probably couldn't get anywhere near the guy...so; a belated
hello and well done, Lee.