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."
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 ...
Supporting World Peace Through Nuclear Pacification
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).
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.
"A language that doesn't affect the way you think about programming, is not worth knowing" - Alan Perlis
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
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?