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Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Right Stuff

If you had the honor of meeting one of the Apollo astronauts, what would you do?

Shake his hand?

Ask for an autograph?

Give him a kiss on the cheek? *Shimmy!*

Tell him, "This is an incredible honor, sir - you are one of my great heroes!"

Well, that's what I'd do - probably all four. I certainly would not say, "Tell me about the orbiter being faked," or call any of them a "coward, and a liar, and a thief"!

It's kiss-an-astronaut day. Despite NASA's current (and huge) problems, these guys still have the right stuff. Holy crap, do they!

Shimmies to Rev. BigDumbChimp.

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Blogger Bob O'Hara said...

Surely you should offer him (or her) a drink.


August 16, 2007 1:21 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Okay, but (dammit, I knew someone was going to say this) were those the Apollo astronauts? Because I don't think it matters that much when you're, as Aldrin says, a passenger in a capsule.

Moon landing conspiracy theories, alive in America today. Small wonder the astronauts are tying one on!

Next they'll be telling us that biologists drown whisky and play poker to work off all the creationism stress. Big hairy deal.

August 16, 2007 1:27 PM  
Blogger breakerslion said...

Let's see... I get to sit, facing skyward with several huge rocket engines assward that are little more than controlled bombs. I have nothing to do for several hours except say "Oh sh" if anything goes wrong because I won't live long enough to say, "shit!" Pass the Scotch, and while you're at it, smack those retard reporters for "breaking" the story. (In my best Heraldo imitation) "Oooooh! Shocking!"

I have the distinction of having been almost run over by Aldrin's motorcade on Aldrin Day in his home town in NJ. Close enough to hit him with a pea shooter, not that I would ever do such a thing. As for conspiracy theorists, Trey and Matt at South park are right: one out of every four people is retarded. The worst part about it is that the loonies cast doubt on the veracity of actual conspiracies when they are discovered.

August 16, 2007 2:55 PM  
Blogger Joshua said...

I wish I could punch some Apollo deniers in the face. It would be therapeutic.

August 16, 2007 3:37 PM  
Blogger Joshua said...

Oh, yes. And I'd celebrate with a bourbon afterwards.

I should be an astronaut! ;)

August 16, 2007 3:38 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Well, I wanted to be an astronaut, Joshua! But now, we're still not too old to be blastednauts. Pass the brandy. ;-)

As always, an astute comment, Breakerslion. I make a big to-do about not believing in violence and I mean it, but sometimes I get my rocks off from a good scrap.

Must be all those Star Trek episodes!

But now I am intrigued by the almost-run-over story. Details? (You don't have to.)

The worst part about it is that the loonies cast doubt on the veracity of actual conspiracies when they are discovered.

Oh. Uhh. Um, this doesn't have anything to do with your marriage thread, does it? ;-)

August 16, 2007 3:50 PM  
Blogger Rev. Barking Nonsequitor said...

Geeze, don't those people have anything better to do - like cheering at the funerals of people who have practically nothing to no with tolerance for homosexuality?

August 16, 2007 4:20 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Rev. Barky, my friend, would you please quit reading my mind! ;-)

I was just thinking that we should somehow convince Fred Phelps that he went to the moon, and then tell him that these conspiracy nuts are gay!

Can you imagine the love-in then? Can anyone say, “Double funeral”? (I’ll plan it! I have lots of nice ideas for funerals!)

Keep it up, Mr. Magic, and you’re gonna prove ESP and win that million dollar challenge from James Randi, and win a Nobel Prize for Physics by proving that supposedly psychic phenomena have a scientific basis, and then where will you be? Sawing women in half in your basement?

*Raises hand*

August 16, 2007 4:47 PM  
Blogger Bjorn said...

They have a Mercury capsule at the Alder Planetarium in Chicago. Now, that was a tiny tin can to be cooped up in. Of course, there are plenty of good arguments against human exploration in space, that probes, computers, and robots would be better equipped, but regardless, these people did risk a lot, just for that little peek into the mysterious.

August 16, 2007 5:18 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Now, that was a tiny tin can to be cooped up in.

I saw that (but not on this latest trip) and man, it's puny.

If Gordon Cooper had held his water during that whole flight it would have fermented and worked its way back up into his veins anyway! :-D

So what's the diff? (Yes, I know, I am a sick woman.)

August 16, 2007 5:25 PM  
Anonymous Borat said...

we're still not too old to be blastednauts. P

I am blasted - not!

August 16, 2007 9:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did I mention that my Sweetie and I saw the Shuttle launch. We were in Orlando at the time, so there was some distance, but we were able to see the flames from the rockets. Thirty-nine years ago, I watched the launch of Apollo 8 from Deland. I was teaching at a military school there at the time.

It was my childhood dream to obtain my Ph. D. in astronomy and be the first man to set foot on the moon at the age of twenty-six. I was that age when Neil Armstrong made the giant leap for Mankind, but I was tromping around a railroad yard. The teaching gig in Florida had gone glimmering the previous November. That school itself bit the dust three years later.

August 16, 2007 11:28 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

We all have dreams, Scotius, and for a while, thanks to the Mercury and Apollo astronauts, most Americans had the same dream.

I think we all long for that time (I remember Skylab going up) when the future seemed brighter and we seemed united - of course we weren't - I remember vaguely all the SLA crap, university protests, Vietnam, and of course because I was such a feminist even at my young age I remember how much more misogynist it was back then (white women have accomplished a lot but it's still pretty racist today).

I'm so sad that NASA's tanking but we can't resurrect James Fletcher from the dead to hold that agency's hand as he did after the Challenge disaster. The future will be different but I still have hopes for space travel. (When we routed the Taliban back in 2002 I thought that Afghanistan would make a good candidate for an astronomical observatory and I had dreams of an all-woman crew going into space - Persians, Arabs, North Africans, and Israelis - how naive, huh?)

August 17, 2007 8:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember this. We need more Chlorine in the Gene Pool!

This moron was dealing with Buzz Aldrin! An ex-fighter pilot, ex-astronaut, and a man with the guts to strap himself to a massive energy source build by the companies who won the contract with the *low bid* for the parts.

He went to the Moon, completed the mission, managed to escape the Moon's gravity - dock with the Command Module and properly trigger an engine burn to return to Earth, survived the trip and re-entry and this DODO calls him a LIAR!

Shit - a poke in the head isn't even close. This happened on September 9, 2002. Sibrel certainly engaged in statements that fall within the "fighting words" doctrine and Sibrel was assaulting Aldrin. (NO CHARGES WERE FILED AGAINST ANYBODY)

Sibrel was born in 1946 and was 55 or 56 years old when he attacked Buzz - who was born on January 30, 1930. Sibrel quickly found out what a 72, almost 73 year old damn serious pilot can do.

Good on ya Buzz.

I have repressed my impulse to list Mr. Sibrel's address, phone number and full DOB. Dr. Aldrin has listed his full birthdate on his website.

If Mr. Sibrel should ever find his way to Florida - somebody tell him to pet the big reptiles.

August 18, 2007 7:44 PM  

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