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.
You made it into space. If only briefly.
>>the rocket soon parachuted back to Earth
"Aye, Cap'n, I cannough change the lews of physics"
Interestingly, Mr. Doohan was a huge fan of steam locomotives, far away from the high tech of Star Trek, donating his time to a museum, and acting as a locomotive engineer (ok, "driver" to some of you).
tph
Hmmmm... I would of thought some of the peeps at NASA could of thought of a more individual gesture than that. I realise he's not a REAL spaceman, but surely everyone at the big N A S A can tie a bit of their personal motivation back to good old Scottie....
Beam me up.
TFA doesn't say, but I presume it's aimed towards (planet) Genesis?
If you've got a small rocket (6 meters), that has already failed once, it's better to put part of the remains of a person in it than trying to fit a live person into it. So from that point of view I can understand this experiment.
But to shoot ashes into space, while knowing they will return anyway, and first viewing an unsucccessful launch (ugh), what's the point? Glad it worked this time, having to return a third time, only to do it all over again... that might have been hard for the relatives.
From TFA: Since it was a suborbital flight, the rocket soon parachuted back to Earth, coming down at the White Sands Missile Range. While technically a spaceflight, it was more or less a really high-altitude rocket.
-Arthur
Cave ne ante ullas catapultas ambules
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.
I remember reading a bio of James Doohan when he died. My esteem went up for him greatly when I read that he was a WW2 vet. Born in Vancouver (woohoo!) and led a group of men at Juno beach on D-Day taking a few bullets in the process. The world seemed a little bit colder to me when I heard that he died. Fare thee well James.
Just read this at Wikipedia: "One of the many legendary stories of his flying years tells of Doohan slaloming a plane -- variously cited as a Hurricane or a jet trainer -- between mountainside telegraph poles to prove it could be done, which earned him a serious reprimand." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Doohan
It is suborbital, so the ashes will, eventually, fall back to earth. Their net energy is still negative.
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.
Scotty and Captain Pike launched in the same week!
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Wow, I'm sure that if he was alive, he would discount you as the angry and ineffectual waste of space that you are.
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"