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."
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
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.
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.
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."