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Long-Term Effects of Weightlessness
MartinBartinFargo writes "The Age has an article detailing the long-term effects of weightlessness on the human body. Stage 1 of the European Space Agency study involved 14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their backs, Stage 2 is currently underway. "
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"And look at this cool fan I got while I was there," Karen said. She held up the curious
fan she had obtained in Japan.
"It's very nice, but not near as nice as you are," Steve flattered, taking Karen's hand and
kissing it. "I missed you."
"Oh, what a chivalrous gentleman," Karen flipped open the fan and fanned herself gently,
as though she were a southern belle.
"Now would Milady care for her royal rogering?" Steve said with a grin.
"Huh! Well I never!" Karen protested. She closed her fan and batted him on the nose
with it. A light film of something like dust rose from the fan and coated Steve's face. He
sneezed, then looked cross-eyed at his nose, then at Karen who had taken an affectatious stance.
She looked cross for a moment, then leapt into his arms, dropping the fan to the floor. "Let's go,
stud!" she exclaimed, giggling and grinning happily.
Steve carried her to the bedroom where he stood her in front of the bed long enough to
strip her clothes from her, kissing whatever happened to be in front of him at the time. He pushed
her back on the bed and hurriedly undid his own clothes, jumping on top of her when he had
finished.
"Ooooh..." Karen moaned lengthily.
"I missed you so much," he murmured.
"I missed you too, big boy... Now fuck me silly before I change my mind."
Steve obliged, inserting his rock hard cock and pumping away. Karen groaned in ecstasy
as an animalistic urge overtook him and began pounding at her body harder and faster. It took a
short amount of time before both of the lovers came; they had been without each other for two
weeks. Karen's legs sprawled wide and Steve's hips spasmed uncontrollably. They cried out
together as Steve's seed traveled through Karen's womb to find its eventual target.
The couple huffed and panted in their sanguine afterglow. Steve shifted and rolled them
both onto their sides, facing each other. They kissed passionately and snuggled gently, falling
asleep in each other's arms while Steve's penis softened and slipped wetly from Karen's body.
Neither noticed, but as his penis slipped free of Karen, it also retracted into a small, rubbery
sheath that grew up over his penis and attached itself to his stomach.
After an hour, Karen unconsciously flicked her hand over her shoulder, accidentally hitting
Steve on the nose.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?" he asked, startled awake.
Karen woke slowly. "Your beard was tickling my neck, Steve."
"I just clipped it yesterday, it shouldn't be that long."
Karen was tired from her flight overseas. It would have been worse if she'd had to fly all
the way back to America, but since they had gotten married, they had lived at her place in
England. She rolled over, a little annoyed. "Well if it wasn't your beard -- Oh my god! Steve,
your beard!"
"What?" When he spoke Steve's long grey beard wiggled. Karen grabbed it in her hand
and tugged it.
"It's long and grey!" she exclaimed. She looked into his eyes with a frightened expression
and screamed as she saw Steve's square pupils. She pushed him frantically out of bed and forced
him to the bathroom mirror. "Look!" she said.
He looked at his reflection and let out a yell. "What the hell?" He held his hands up to his
face, feeling the grey stubble that was suddenly growing all over his face, and for the first time
noticed how stiff his fingers were. "What's happening to me?" he cried.
The two stood and looked over his body. Karen was first to see his sheathed penis and
grabbed it roughly. Steve yelled as she turned him around and went in for a closer look. He
looked down at her near his crotch and seemed to forget about his sudden, unexpected
transformation and began getting excited. As Karen crouched in front of his furry, thick sheath
and his low, swinging balls, Steve's red, slick penis began to press back the sheath. She watched
its tip move forth for a morbid moment, then tried to stand up and back away, but she was forced
back down. He had grabbed her head with his slowly fusing fingers and guided her back to his
penis. She tried to resist, turning her head in disgust as the heat from his member forced his
changing scent up her nose, but Steve's hardening fingers were insistent and he forced Karen
down on his cock. Fur began to creep up his belly as she unwillingly sucked at it.
Steve began to lose his grip on Karen's head as his fingers finally fused into hooves, but
instead he kept insistent pressure on her head with his changing, furry arms. He thrust his red-hot
member into her mouth, his pendulous balls slapping against her chin. She closed her eyes and
winced in disgust as Steve bleated, spewing hot cum into her mouth. Some of it fell down her
throat, the rest she spit into the toilet, coughing and retching violently as Steve wandered absent-
mindedly from the bathroom on clicking toe-hooves.
Karen looked up from the bowl as she heard a loud thunk from the other room and,
though she had practically just been raped by him, she still cared what happened to the old sod.
She wandered into the room to see that Steve had fallen over and was standing on all fours. His
legs were shortening and chest was barreling out. Karen finally recognized the animal; a goat.
Steve bleated as a long, furry tail jutted out of his naked back. Sweat dripped off his skin
where it wasn't yet covered with grey fur. He bleated again as his nose began to widen and his
face to push forward. His hair had greyed and become coarse and short, and two bumps were
protruding from his forehead just above his lengthening ears.
Karen cried and held the goat as he bleated again for the first time as a full goat. She wept
and held the goat tightly even as he squirmed and tried to get free. Finally, she let him go and he
walked only a short distance away to the other side of the bed and looked at her. Karen thought
there might still be something left of Steve from the way he looked at her, but that was quickly
out when he started chewing the bedspread. She stood angrily, ripped him away from it, and led
him outside by the scuff of his neck. She closed the door and slumped, naked and crying against
it. She shuffled wearily back to the bed, kicking the fan she had dropped on the way. More of
the dust flew into the air and collected on her leg, but she didn't notice as she lay back in bed and
cried herself to sleep.
Karen was awakened by the sound of bleating from the back yard. She rubbed her eyes
and stretched her arms out first, then ran them down her body in another stretch. She was jolted
fully awake when her hands hit four large bumps on her stomach. She looked and saw four big
nipples bulging out of her belly. She pinched them experimentally and was surprised to find them
extremely sensitive and still growing.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "Looks like I'm joining you, Steve."
Karen got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, her back feeling a little stiff. She wept
harshly as she looked into the mirror and saw her square pupils and the grey tips of her ears
sticking out of her thinning hair. Her knees felt weak and she sank to the floor wailing piteously,
covering her eyes with her stiffening fingers. Her body was wracked with sobs as grey hairs
sprouted on her chin and lengthened slowly despite her.
"Why?" she murmured babbling. "Why did this happen? What did I do to deserve this?"
She continued crying until she accidentally bleated, which startled her out of her reverie. She
looked down at her increasingly misshapen legs and the large, full-looking nipples hanging from
her stomach and knew that she had to get outside. She stood, forcefully hunched, and walked
towards the back door, a fleshy sack slowly inflating under her nipples. Her hardened and fusing
fingers couldn't work the knob, but she eventually managed to turn it. Steve wandered over and
sniffed at her curiously bulging stomach topped with four dangling nipples. The large sack made
her walk bowlegged out the door into the back yard where she sat, resigned to her fate. Steve
bleated at her as Karen's scent began changing.
Fur was spreading over her arms and legs which were splayed to allow her fat udder to lay
freely on the ground. She could feel her tail growing from her back and she cried as it wagged
and flipped about. Her fingers were now just vague impressions inside her solid, cloven hooves,
and that was rapidly changing. She dropped to her side as her back began to hurt the way she
was sitting. She bleated mournfully and looked over at Steve through changing eyes and saw his
goat penis already out of its sheath. While she had rejected it earlier, it now appealed to her and
teased her with it's presence. She worked herself up onto all fours, her shortening legs forcing
her ass into the air. Although she wanted the other goat in her, her changing body afforded her
the brief knowledge that she had already been fertilized. She didn't care. The thought occurred
to her human mind, then her human mind was gone. Steve slid up her back and rammed his penis
home as Karen's muzzle began to form. She stood steadily on four hooves as Steve's pumping
caused her udder to sway between her legs. As her fur beard grew in and horns grew on her
head, Steve spewed his goat cum into her body and her transformation subsided. The goat
dismounted and nuzzled his mate, and they began to graze.
A few weeks passed and the police were called to the house to investigate two missing
persons. They found only an open door and two goats in the back yard. The goats were taken to
an animal refuge, but the persons were never found.
As the months went on, Karen's animal belly ceased to curve upward and now protruded
downward and outward roundly. It had grown fat with her offspring, and, had she been human,
she might have worried about whether the offspring would be a human or a goat. The maternal
instincts of the nanny goat did not include these thoughts, however. Her udder swung heavily
with the weight of the milk being produced for her kid, and her swollen furry belly made it
difficult for her to walk.
One day, Karen's instinct took full control of her systems and she flopped down on her
side, her belly heaving, the caretaker of the refuge calling his wife over to watch. After a few
minutes, the muscles contracted in her base, simplistic, animal vagina and began to force out her
offspring. First, a wet splash of birth fluid made the loose dirt into mud, then, as the mass fell
further from her body, Karen stood again on all fours and pushed her kid all the way out. It
flopped limply on the ground and she turned and began to lick the wet, wriggling goat kid of its
placental sack and birth fluid. Later, it would drink her nourishing milk from one of the heavy
nipples which would squirt milk from her full udder and make a milky mess of her kid's face, but
she would be happy to clean that off as well.
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So lying on your back conducting all activities makes one weightless? Guess I should tell her to get on top more often...
--Look behind you.
the European Space Agency study involved 14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their backs,
Well, when the female volunteers start up, I'll be willing to help the poor things with whatever they need.
Moneyed corporations, non-working 'poor' and criminal prisoners are turning productive citizens into tax-slaves.
Arrr.
How can you eat food lying on your back? No wonder everybody is going to be weightless in the future :-/
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If you stay up in space too long, you get syphilis and your tissues waste away. Everyone likes that.
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They could get some volunteers from the local brothel. They seem quite capable working while laying on their backs already.
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Can't they just look at hospital records of people who are forced to stay on their backs for 6 months or more? The muscles atrophy. I don't see how this equates to weightlessness, unless they compare weighted atrophy against weightless atrophy.
Few people realize the psychological impact of long space flights, especially the lack of human contact. I mean, even the INTERNET couldn't kill the boredom.
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Wouldn't it be useful to also study anorexic girls?
(This is not a troll or joke, I meant it.)
This article never really said anything. What worked? What didn't? Was there any data collected or did they do this for fun? Does anybody have a link to a scientific article that actually explains what they found out?
...And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me." - Martin Niemoeller (1892-1984)
>14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their backs
Well, now we know where the staff of Ain't It Cool News was this spring.
But this sounds very similar to how I telecommute...
"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance." -George Bernard Shaw
I would suspect that the Russians know a thing or two about this, as they tend to keep their kosmonauts in space much longer than anyone else dares to. However, I can imagine a couple of reasons why they wouldn't be inclined to share their information; long-term weightlessness seems not to be very healthy, and the fact that they have exposed their people to those may not be good for their image.
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To anyone who is/was/used to be a mudder, that means that at the end of the three months, you're hoarding every purple shard, excalibur, Hand of Glory, ball of wisdom, soul slasher, holy grail and every other piece of limited eq in the game, have 10 months of rent, have Calaron, Keogh, Shasta, Coastie and a slew of other wizzies/arches pissed at you and have been accused of scripting approximately 200 times. =)
When in doubt, parenthesize. At the very least it will let some poor schmuck bounce on the % key in vi. (Larry Wall)
The volunteers needed a certain mental elasticity.
You can say that again... I'm not altogether sure if I could muster the self-control needed to remain in one stationary position for three entire months. Remember tornado drills in school? I had the damnedest time keeping still, hunched over with my hands protecting my neck--and that was only for what, five or ten minutes? And these volunteers aren't even astronauts... so they don't even have "the right stuff" going for them! They're just postmen, builders, teachers and whatnot! What a bunch of crazy bastards.
Boffin: Lets run through those results...
Egghead: Test 1 - Watching TV while lying on back. No adverse physical side-effects.
Boffin: Test 2 - Drinking beer while lying on back. No adverse physical side-effects.
Egghead: Test 3 - Disposing of body's waste gases while lying on back. No adverse physical side-effects.
Boffin: We conclude that these human males are perfectly suited to weightlessness.
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I've wanted to drop 50 pounds for months, and if they'd take me, I could get rid of them all!
$20,000 for three months? Wow. That sure beats those cheapskates at NASA; they only spent $100 / day, or ~$9,000 for the three months.
a physical path between 2 points in phase space is the one satisfying the minimal action principle.
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like in the 2001 movie and countless SciFi stories, as rotating wheels which make their own artificial gravity? Jogging around the endless loop / track would be great exercise.
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It should be read as "spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their bucks"
at least as described in "the moon is a harsh mistress" is that reduced weight environs, such as the moon, prolong life indefinitely. although my gut feeling is that prolonged weightlessness would be very bad for you -- atrophied muscles and the like -- perhaps the benefits of your organs not cramming into one another constantly, and your back not being hunched down, and the ease of pressure on the joints... maybe it's not too far fetched?
-rp
$20,000 for three months? Wow. That sure beats those cheapskates at NASA; they only spent $100 / day, or ~$9,000 for the three months.
This is indeed a generous amount. However, bear in mind that you'd also suffer fallout at work from taking a 3-month sabbatical, and you'll spend weeks regaining the ability to move or do anything strenuous for more than a few tens of minutes at a stretch.
The good news is that this still beats having to sit around in true zero-g, which would do even nastier things to your body (in bed you still have to exert effort to lift things with your hands, to roll over, to breathe (to some extent), etc.).
I know that having the subjects lie on their backs is the best simulation of weightlessness over time, but it seems like a poor substitute. Their bodies are being stressed by gravity that would not be present in space. That difference could lead to either more of less 'health' over the long term. In low muscle exertion environments (I made that term up:), a little stress may increase bone degeneration or may be a catalyst for bone growth. I think the only way to get true results may be study people on the space station, which I believe is being done...
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It ain't even microgravity.
We've been sending astronauts into space for extended periods. I'm sure NASA and the Russians are studying them.
Who funded this nonsense?
Jogging around the endless loop / track would be great exercise.
You mean like treadmills?
As a child I was really drawn into the space program, as many were. Growing up, however, added much skepticism to my view of organizations like NASA. The article mentions the oft-dreamed mission to Mars as a benefactor from this research. But really, what on earth is going to Mars gonna do for mankind?
The money invested in such a pursuit could be used for an endless amount of other goods.
I realize NASA has brought about many tech advances we might have not fallen upon otherwise, but then again, not all tech advances are good.
Awfully general, I know, but a line of thought I see to be considered.
But i'm sure some /.'s still couldn't get their karma to 50 in 3 months...
"the men were each equipped with a mobile phone and an Internet-linked computer"
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I wouldn't do it. I kind of like my limbs as they are: usable. I'm not sure how a sack of fluid for a calf can be walked upon, and I don't really want to know. This is going to make missions to Mars and other long-term space exploration really hard, this being more of an obstacle than any other facets.
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Did it not occur to them that there are platforms on which they could test the effects of prolonged weightlessness? Or that studies have been done, including similar lab studies. Oh, well.
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...well, now we know what happend to all the laid-off dotcom programmers.
Take note of how the article points out these candidates were put through rigorous tests before being selected. They wanted ones that had some specific characteristics for mental elastisty. Those are some pretty rough demands.
Here, after only 3 months, the one individual interviewed (which we don't know which group he was in,) was in rough shape when it came time to get back on his feet. It sounds like we've got along way to go, to get someone whose capable of remaining in microgravity for 2 years, in order to get to Mars. That, or we're going to have to design a ship that employs some form of gravity simulator.
It's good to see progress, but we're still a long way from being able to send men to Mars.
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Actually there were everyday physical exercises onboard spacestation Mir for kosmonauts so it can't be compared to this experiment. And most of kosmonauts still in good physical condition.
You can't compare result on Earth with experience on space station.
And, Yes - Russians know much more about longtime space effects that all other nations combined.
Why in gods name wouldn't you just send someone up to the ISS instead and do the studies there in a TRUELY weightless (well, near weightless) environ... lying on your back has nothing to do with weightlessness.
You must build HUGE space station to make noticable artificial gravity.It is not possible with current cost to deliver goods on orbit.
thank you Mr. Astro-Physicist.
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besides the physiological impact that a pure weightless environment will have on the human anatomy (and possibly the genetic structure) in the abscence of exercise and some artifical means of gravity, what else is there to consider.
You have medical emergencies, such as sickness requiring surgery, that has to be accounted for.
You have psychological effects associated with dislocation and isolation, both of which could lead to temporary or permanent insanity.
You have latent sexual drive that has to be accounted for (lots of KYJelly for those of you more base than others).
Enviromental stimuli must also surely play a role... nothing like staring at the same four walls, especially in a confined space, for 6 months to a year.
What other factors can you think of???
They should study me i think i stayed in my chair for about 6 months after civ III came out. I think im ok. I am very fragele now and bleed whenever i brush up against stuff but at least i can take over the world with my grand army
Nevertheless, organisers believe that, as well as helping astronauts, there should also be benefits for long-term hospital patients confined to their beds.
Since there is still gravity in play, I'd say hospital patients are the real targets for this research....
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Wait european women dont do that anyways.... nevermind.
I understand that muscles can atrophy from lack of stress while in a weightless environment for prolonged periods, but surely there are creative enough engineers to design exercise equipment which doesn't require gravity to provide the resistance. Bowflex and similar machines use elastic bands to provide resistance. It seems like astronauts should be able to avoid muscular atrophy with a well designed fitness program.
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I wonder if they had the death trigger program (See earlier article) set up just in case one of them choked something while trying to eat on their backs.
One of them mentions in the article something about viewing it as a personal challenge. Yeah, every morning I wake up and say "I think I'll lie in bed for 3 months. Why? Because it's there."
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Well, I am not sure who is reading what, but my understanding is that the mission duration for travel between earth and mars at optimal launch time/window is only 6-7 months using current technology. The return is dependent on many things, but can be similar or up to 18 months.
If the go ahead for nuclear propulsion, or alternatley some breakthrough in Ionic propulsion, is given, that trip time can be cut in half or more.
why they didn't take female volunteers.
Just imagine women with PMS onboard spacestation.
Like slashdot, they post the same stories again and again...
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You would need a far larger space station for this type of rotation to feel natural for the station's inhabitants.
For example... if we would do this to the Mir space station, the difference in "gravity" between the top of the station and the bottom of the station would be sixfold. Your body would be pulled in wierd ways.
Read more about it on your favorite science site, or where I got it from, the movie physics page featured on slashdot a while ago.
Yeah, considering they are on the "job" 24 hrs a day. That would be about $9.25 an hour. Then you have to figure the months of rehab that each of these twits will have to go through to be able to do any normal tasks.
Oh yeah, don't forget taxes.
...And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me." - Martin Niemoeller (1892-1984)
I've seen it. It's a fine movie for it's time. While we may have the tecnology to simulate gravity in space, why haven't we employed it yet? Shuttle missions don't seem to have the need for it, since their stays in microgravity are generally short. But have any of the space stations currently, or previously in service used some sort of gravity system?
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I blame MTV and their fast paced videos. Or maybe it's the commercials that tried to imitate them?
At any rate the effects are evident in traffic- folks inching into the intersection before the light turns red, then burning rubber to rush to the NEXT red light so they can be sitting there when it turns green, making YOU (the patient one) stop for a green light...
Oh, WEIGHTLESSNESS, my mistake. Sorry.
That is no way for an evil spork to act.
I am almost positive that I could program (and do most of my other jobs) from a lying down position. I wonder if they had any rules regarding what they could and could not do with the computers? Just a thought...
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This sounds less like prep for weightlessness than preparation for the fluid tanks in the Matrix.
;)
Wait till they start passing out the blue pills... Oh yeah, it's called Viagra
Stage One: Have 14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities while lying on their backs.
Stage two:
Stage Three: Profit!
The Russians have the largest, most accurate database on such information.. The tests were done with real subjects in real microgravity, not some lame attempt with the slight possibility of simulating something.
Come on, the Mir program is still full of wonderful data.. and couple that with the old data from Skylab and you have a pretty darn good basis for sending up 3 people for a 5 month stay. (with a control group of 3 here on the ground... hell let them lie around for 5 months..)
it amazes me at how stupidity and quackery get's passed off as science and research nowdays..
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During my junior year at college, I fell from the high-bar at gymnastics practice and split my L1 vertebra in half. As a result, I had to lay flat on my back for a period of about a month. I can attest to the frustration involved in such restriction. In my case, it was only a month, I had plenty of visitors, and I could eventually get up for a few minutes at a time with the help of a metal brace toward the end of the month. Of course I also lived in fear that a sneeze or sudden jerk could leave me paralyzed. I praise God that I healed well and returned to more or less normal. In any case, it was no picnic, and I would never choose to repeat the experience voluntarily.
"Stage 1 of the European Space Agency study involved 14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their backs..."
... while us crazy loons in the US (Russia too, I hear) have the daft idea of conducting weightlessness studies in actual microgravity. Go figure!
I'm waiting for the ESA to announce their intention to put people in space with a really tall ladder ala Eddie Izzard.
There have been so many studies about the effects of over-weightedness. I am glad someone has realized that weightlessness is just as bad.
Should future phases of this experiment require hanging out for a few months in the Space Station, then someone tell these guys to give me a call.
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Any study that "must" take all male volunteers because the results will be 'more stable' or something lacks good methodology. I'm sickeningly reminded of early experiments on treatments for breast cancer, overwhelmingly, almost unanimously conducted on men (who rarely get breast cancer, especially comparative to women) -- so that the (lazy) researchers wouldn't have to compensate for menstrual cycles. Throw them a pity party, 'cause they got their streamers up.
Relatedly, I somehow (why, I don't know) expected better than the spate of sexist comments from further up in this discussion. (Note to sexist comment creeps: Mature men with grown-up attitudes towards women tend to get laid more often than twits. This is The Other Half speaking.)
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Sounds like they only conclusion they'll be able to draw is that zero gee causes bed-sores and a stiff neck.
Previous studies on women who spend too much time on their backs have determined that zero gee can cause pregnancy and may lead to hanging out with Italian men named Guido.
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I spent several weeks lying on my back in a hospital bed and I wound up with a fractured skull, shattered pelvis, liver and stomach lacerations, brain damage and amnesia!
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To anyone who is/was/used to be a mudder, that means that at the end of the three months, you're hoarding every purple shard, excalibur, Hand of Glory, ball of wisdom, soul slasher, holy grail and every other piece of limited eq in the game, have 10 months of rent, have Calaron, Keogh, Shasta, Coastie and a slew of other wizzies/arches pissed at you and have been accused of scripting approximately 200 times. =)
"you are hereby found guilty as charged of doing all of the above" and on a much lighter note, "so who wants to have another go round?"
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He also says that he's completely honest and trustworthy. Just ask him. He'll tell you.
So he's working in top secret, but just happens to spill his guts to you? Sad.
Did you actually buy into all this, or are you just trolling?
Fooz Meister
hmm $9.25 hr + 24 hrs a day 7 days a week - taxes + months of talkin to some long necked goon that thinks your and idiot for volunteering in the first place = wasted 3 months of time for you (assuming you dont get to play on a computer the whole time) then again i could be a techie: have a computer + get a range of $12 and higher for pay (depending on skills, experience, etc.) - taxes (damn them taxes) - social skills (who needs them) + being the long necked arse that thinks everyone else is an idiot = the dream job for the ultimate hermit... what else is to be added to this? I know there's more to it than just that...
...deserve a reply? sounds like somebody's been watching a bit too mcuh Chain Reaction.
(and the link doesn't even mention propulsion, just storage)
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. - Aldous Huxley
1) Where did you mud 2) Did you ever pkill me? ;)
When in doubt, parenthesize. At the very least it will let some poor schmuck bounce on the % key in vi. (Larry Wall)
you were spared by the likes of me...probably cause i didnt mud *blushes* (dont kill me!)..so i wasnt guilty of "all" of the above...but hey with serious gamming time like that I'd have no objection to mudding til my eyes bulged out my skull and dried up......ye shall see me one day soon enough though...just soon as i get somethin better than this POS computer i've been stuck with for way too long...then I shall challenge you!! dont worry bout bein afraid I suck at gamming, but hey who likes a quitter, everyone likes to have someone around once in a while that is an easy target! hahaha
-Alicia
No sunlight, so no UV aging the skin.
No significant spinal compression, so no getting shorter or bent.
Fleshy masses are not pulled downwards enough to strain and stretch the supporting tissue, so no sagging.
I believe that people on the moon would at least look much younger for much longer than people do on the Earth. I'm sure moon gravity is much healthier than free-fall, too. You'd probably still need some sort of drug treatment to keep healthy bones and the right amount of blood, though. I sure wouldn't want to live 20 years on the moon, and then come back to Earth.
Quote:j tml
"The problem is that if the radius of the spin is too slow, you can actually feel it in your middle ear when you turn your head! It's like a miniature version of the Coriolis effect which makes hurricanes on the Earth."
http://www.badastronomy.com/mad/1999/spinstation.
Actually going to space? Well now, I'd do that for free.
Just imagine women with PMS onboard spacestation./i> Just imagine women having to put up with guys like you at ANY time of the month.
Hone your pk skills here: Used to be one of the BEST pk muds around, might not be anymore. Also reachable at port 3333 on your telnet dial at the same domain. Have fun, die lots, blame it all on scripting.
I missed being able to go out for a drink, but also yearned for physical contact
Poor dude...