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Messenger Spacecraft Prepared for Mercury
An anonymous reader writes "NASA's first orbiter to the planet Mercury is shown today in cut-away, revealing the parasol design that will protect it from intense heat. Twenty layers of aluminized Kapton will be its sunshade. Curiously since the innermost planet is so close to the Sun, the Mercury mission itself will look for (cometary) water-ice preserved on the less baked north pole."
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10 minutes working out, 5 minutes reading Slashdot, 10 minutes working out and so on. Doesn't get any better!
My advice to you is: don't fall asleep...
to foster a ga7 and *BSD is dead. Love of two is to get involved in Another troubled
What has Jesus got to do with chocolat eggs? Easter's the day we celebrate the chocolate egg and the Easter Bunny. And Bunnies are great! (ref.: Playboy, all editions, any page with pictures)
The Lord is risen indeed... Luke 24:34
I send greetings to Christians around the world as they gather to celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Jesus' life and teachings continue to speak to every generation, and Christians believe his miraculous Resurrection provides hope for the future and offers us the promise of new life.
Through His ministry and sacrifice, Jesus demonstrated God's unconditional love for us. He taught us the importance of helping others and loving our neighbors. His selfless devotion and mercy provide a remarkable example for all of us.
As families and friends gather to enjoy this Easter season, we celebrate God's gift of freedom and His love that conquers death. For those who observe Easter, our faith brings confidence that good will overcome evil and that joy is everlasting. Today, we give thanks for God's many blessings and pray for His peace in the affairs of men.
Laura joins me in sending our best wishes for a happy Easter.
GEORGE W. BUSH
No we doesn't.
Yes, but, despite the bright futre, do you still wear your sunglasses at night?
Furthermore, are these rhinestone shades or cheap sunglasses?
I feel like I am about to kill or be killed, right here in this dog-smelling pit of a village absolutely nowhere in the deep south, and there is nothing I can do that would change that.
Maybe I should try to think of something wonderful, a last fine thought of what used to be. My wife? That did nothing for me. Though my wife was once pretty and bright, I can't remember her that way. The image that comes to mind is quite different. A dumpy, lazy woman with constant back pains and her hair pulled up into an eternal top-knot of greasy, brown hair. There's never a smile on her face or a word of encouragement for me. She seems to expect me to entertain her and I am obviously not doing a very good job of it. There was not even a moment of sexual ecstacy that I can recall. After our daughter was born she gave up screwing as a wasted excercise. Why waste energy on sex when she could spend it complaining.
Ah yes, our daughter. An ugly, potato-nosed girl of twelve. She has no personality. Her mother is Miss Congeniality compared to her. Potato-nose spend all her time pining over thin, blond heartthrobs on television. It's bad enough that these pin-up faggots glare at me via the tube, they are also pinned to her walls and hiding in magazines she had cast throughout the house.
My job? Well, contrary to my wife my job sucks on a daily basis. That's all.
At every turn, at every corner - frustrated. No good thoughts or beautiful visions before the moment of truth. Only blackness, a life of dull, planned movements as consistent and boring as a bran-concious geriatrics bowel movement.
Okay, I got to make my Easter joke, I'm happy. Going over to the soon-to-be-in-laws's house for Easter dinner, though. Mosdt of them are pretty religious, it makes it fun when I start telling them about the new Easter Barbie: you open up the box and there's nothing inside.