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Kazakhstan's Spaceship Junkyard
Richard W.M. Jones writes "What happens to the booster stages of rockets?
They fall back to earth, and in most cases
into the oceans. But not in Baikonur, Kazakhstan,
where the first stages fall over populated
farmland. The locals have become rich
dealing in the titanium-rich scrap metal
as this
article and this
remarkable photo essay show.
So far the only casualties seem to have
been a few
dead cows."
...rocket falls on YOU!
So that's how cattle mutilations happen!
I predict that the server will go down like the boosters. First, heating up, then, burning up, and finally, nothing but scrap metal.
Sucks to be a cow ...
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I hope this isnt the same server that is used to guide the rockets or theres gonna be a hell of a lot more dead cows
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damn, those russians are hardcore cow tippers. who'd have thought?
In Soviet Russia, people don't seek rocket; Rocket seek people.
Don't think that a small group of dedicated individuals can't change the world. It's the only thing that ever has.
So far the only casualties seem to have been a few dead cows
Thank you SO MUCH. I have found my new background.
Rocket hitting your barn full of cows, sheep, and Soviet Bloc farm equipment - 677912345234621 Rubles (roughly $20 US). Reselling the rocket to random scrap metal dealers - priceless, or at least 76790823485724429234 rubles (roughly $45 US).
First I cringed about locals harvesting space junk. Then I cringed at the words, " this remarkable photo essay show," knowing that meant I wouldn't get to see the photos, and there will be some server junk for the locals to harvest next.
Saskboy's blog is good. 9 out of 10 dentists agree.
That's not a story, it's seven sentences.
/. has posted stories based off nothing but a "my sister's boyfriend's best friend's uncle's janitor's hairdress told him that some unknown Microsoft VP told the guy in the stall next to him..."
Of course,
"And if it killed someone, they could just sell the titanium, and it would be OK, right?"
I don't know... how much titanium is there in a human body?
In the free world the media isn't government run; the government is media run.
One cow was almost killed by a direct impact, but managed to pull through after weeks of intensive care.
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Even funnier, I read the article about the mutant Chernobyl children and the in-page-advert was from Microsoft and included dinosaured headed people in shirts-and-tie talking around the office. I thought it was a spoof article at first with pictures of Godzilla like kids ;)
"That is not dead which can eternal lie...."
Nimheil
After getting hit with a 20 ton chink of metal the meat would be finely ground wouldn't it.
The object the woman's hiolding in photo essay pic #8 looks suspiciously like the things Arthur, Ford, & Zaphod were getting slapped in the face with enroute to rescue Trillian...
"Win treats sysadmins better than users. Mac treats users better than sysadmins. Linux treats everyone like sysadmins."
Lunch was fairly straight forward but the dessert was a peculiar electric green sweet foam.
Falling space junk and electric green food don't sound like that great of a combination.
Especially if it's during an air raid in 1941.
Are you my mummy?
So far the only casualties seem to have been a few dead cows.
Thank god they were already dead!
I recall one time I saw AC/DC, a fellow next to me in front of the stage (read mosh pit) lost his glasses. Normally, one would be concerned - but not this guy. "My glasses have titanium frames, they will be fine!" We found them at the end of the show.
I still remember the look on his face when we found them - he just stared slack-jawed at the twisted ball of metal in his palm.
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Yek She Mesh!
I am Borat and I come from Kazshakstan. I have beeg hhhram, it is beeg like ze booster rockets. Do you want to touch my hhhram? It izsh naice.
No? Can I touch youaz?
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Am I the only one who is really very dissapointed by that? I was really looking forward to some pics of some very flat cows.
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