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Ashes of Doohan Sent Into Space
Stephen Samuel writes "The CBC is reporting that
Star Trek actor James Doohan ("Scotty") achieved his hopes of having his ashes launched into space when a package containing some of his ashes, ashes of Mercury astronaut Gordon Cooper and about 200 other people were carried into sub-orbital space by a 6 meter (20') rocket. The rocket was launched by UP Aerospace from "Spaceport America", a commercial spaceport being developed in the southern New Mexico desert."
So "beam me up, Scotty" is now going to translate to "kicking the bucket", eh.
TFA doesn't say, but I presume it's aimed towards (planet) Genesis?
May your dilithium crystals be fully charged, your matter/anti-matter reaction balanced, your wee bairns well cared for, and the transport to your final shore leave free of malfunctions.
Energise.
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Is sub-orbital space the not-so-final frontier? Is he boldly almost going?
ccalam - acoustic versions of new songs.
Ironicly, the best person to fix this rocket would have been scotty.
-Ours is the wisdom of Solomon, the magic of Merlyn, the fall of Icaris.
Now all that remains is to put a pint of seawater on the moon with the appropriately inscribed air cylinder shipping label.
/obscure, see if you can get it.
Sure; if you want to fling corpses way up in the air and then have them land again, just use a trebuchet.
If you were blocking sigs, you wouldn't have to read this.
SCOTT (to Waiter): "What in blazes is this?"
WAITER (confused): "Didn't you order Scotch?"
SCOTT: "Lad, I was drinking scotch about a hundred years before you were born and I can tell you that whatever this is, it is definitely not scotch."
DATA (to Waiter): "I believe I may be of some assistance. Captain Scott is unaware of the existence of synthehol."
SCOTT: "Synthehol?"
DATA: "Yes. It is an alcohol substitute which is now normally served aboard starships. It simulates the appearance, smell, and taste of alcohol, but the intoxicating effects can be easily dismissed."
SCOTT: "You're not quite... human are you?"
DATA: "No, sir. I am an android. My name is Commander Data."
SCOTT: "Synthetic scotch and synthetic commanders..."
DATA: "I believe Guinan does keep a limited supply of non-syntheholic products. Perhaps one of them would be to your liking."
Data bends down and reaches under the bar... then stands up and puts a very old bottle of a green liquid on the bar.
SCOTT: "What is it?"
DATA: "It is..." (tries to inspect the label) "It is..." (takes a sniff of it) "...it is green."
He's dead, Jim.
There, I fixed that for you.
Scotty and Captain Pike launched in the same week!
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of what I would want done with my ashes. Doohan had a lover for outer space. I want my ashes shot into a woman. If there was any DNA left, I guess they could name the kid "Ashley"