So, how come you didn't stop in to say hi? You could have stopped off in Friday Harbor at no additional cost, you know. Or didn't you?
You couldn't have seen our house because Henry Island is in the way. We're on the west side of San Juan island, and the ferry goes along the north shore. From the front hill on our property we can get a glimse up the strait between Henry and San Juan to watch the ferry go by if we're there at exactly the right time, but we can't see it from the house, so you can't see the house from the ferry.
So you had one sunny day, eh? Guess it was atypical Seattle weather. Should have been NO sunny days this time of year. Of course, up here in the San Juans we get sun much more often because of the Olympic Mountain effect, but Seattle, nope.
It's even possible that you were in Victoria at the same time we were -- we spent two days over there Christmas shopping. I didn't see you, though. Not that I would have recognized you since we have never met face-to-face, but one wants to hope that if we had passed on the street there would have been a flash of recognition. After all, an arteeste should recognize his canvases after they've been finished, shouldn't he? <g>
Not economically. That would tale a BIG strap-on booster to accelerate that hundred-ton thing by at least two extra miles per second. Apollo-scale stuff. It would take only a small nudge (in relative terms) to put it in, say, a 1000-mile earth orbit where it'll be secure for centuries.
But the price tag for even that, with off-the-shelf hardware (gotta by Russian on account of it's all metric, lol) is north of a hundred million. Someone would have to convince Bill gates of the value of doing that. Then they might have to rename it Microsoft Station 1.0 or something demoniac like taht...
Russia's prime minister has signed a decree ordering work to begin on a gradual lowering and discarding of the 15-year-old space station, Mir
COuld we use it for a clubhouse? We need to add on here. The cats are sleeping in the grand piano, and I think I saw your dog playing with Rambi's uzi. He swore it wasn't loaded, but he looked very guilty.
III certainly don't trust the Russians to "gradually lower and discard" an entire space station. "Gradually lower and discard"? As in "send streaming through earth's atmosphere so fast that it bursts into flames and when it crashes into whatever the heck it crashes into the force and heat will be so great that it will make a giant gaping smoking hole as big as Crater Lake"?
I don't do math - decided that's better than saying I can't do math - it's kinda like saying I don't do windows - but someone who does do math - I generally use my husband, he's very handy for that type of thing - could calculate how fast Mir will be going when it finally hits whatever it hits - I think the formula is 32 ft. per second per second - and there's a lot of feet between Mir and the surface of the earth.
As for the "discard" part - what are they gonna do? Place it neatly in a recycling bin? I don't think so. We'll be veeerrrry veeerry lucky if it remains in one chunk and hits the Pacific Ocean - much more likely that it will break up and hit a LOT of things.
But here's the really funny part. The Russians don't have enough money to do anything, really. They are defaulting on their next payment due to the nations who bailed them out when they defaulted on the IMF back in 1998. Us, among others. That's U.S. us.
Everyone else who deals with the Russians have them strictly on a cash and carry basis. So their space program is in bits and pieces all over the place waiting for the Russians to pay for something before the next thing happens. Like they can't launch rockets because they don't have money to buy gas for the trucks to haul the rockets to the launch pads. I am NOT kidding.
"Gradually lower and discard." That's so euphoniously (emphasis on the phony) euphemistic - it rolls trippingly off the tongue, like the directions on a tampon package.
The cats are sleeping in the grand piano because they fancy themselves to be musicians - you know how cats can't resist a keyboard. If they knew what those strings are made of they'd be out of there like a flash.
They could do taht, but one teentser of a mistake in the "targeting" phase and most of the station would still be there, being an annoying orbital road hazard. In fact, it would very likely earn the new name "Smir".
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One of the cats that is deternined to sneak in is Harley. Harley likes to sleep on my pillow. I'm mildly allergic to cats. Having a cat spend 6 hours on my pillow makes me blind for two days. Been lacerated twice from putting him out.
We have Max, our neighbors setter. They were going to let him freeze so we have him. He bit my face and now my arm. He keeps this up and three more times he won't die of old age.