At a rally here and spent a pleasant evening on the smoking area looking down on the smarty pants van with a nice local beer or three watching the sun go down
Right up to the moment they realise they need to open the rear door…
Anyway, how do we know the nearside isn’t scraped to buggery?
Let me be the first to wish you all a happy Bastille Day
Bacon croissants on the table
Nahhh … they’re major sponsors of a local championship this event is a round of, not attempting a delivery. Scratches and things wouldn’t look very good …
If they WERE loaded but wanted to avoid the stuff being nicked overnight that parking would be a thing of genius.
Thunderbirdology … or, in their honour ‘Go’-ology ?
Well, it’s more engineering than science really. Subtype of aerospace engineering. But if you want a single word, “astronautics” is probably closest.
Also, Feral tells me the upgrades are done, so
Would Feral like a well earned. Beer?
It’s usually a pretty safe bet.
I like that one. Though it sounds a bit like the study of people like me - and a few others here, I suspect.
Thank you, that sounds right.
I could ask a rocket scientist when I see her in August?
Thank you, that would certainly settle the matter.
Greetings from Carinthia in Carinthia
I will post about the wedding yesterday when I have had a lie down.
It was wonderful, but I can’t get me Shoesies on today
I will have to Decline on me Chaise wearing the boxes…
Y’know. This was what always got me about Star Trek, Star Wars & their ilk.
The building of a space craft & living places for deep space will be highly technical. Repairs would not be easy. But they take huge hits, bits are knocked out, blown off, holes appear … where do to parts come from, where are the welders (CAN you weld in space ?) 'lecies, joiners ?
It’s spoilt my sci-fi enjoyment for decades.
Perhaps I should get a life.
I thoroughly enjoyed Battlestar Galactica, in its earlier stages. Although, there were bits of craft damage/sparkiness etc. occurring quite frequently.
It’s life, Armers, but not as you know it, that’s all.
Stayin’ safely away from the dangerous explodey bits. And yes, gas not arc, though you need specialised kit.
Talking of which, Bread is Happening. A special consignment of hot buttered crusts should be whooshing its way Chatelaineward within the hour.
Have endured the bought stuff (not from a decent baker, either - the Chorleywood crap) for the last few days and enough was Enough, rib or no rib ( some improvement there, hurrah!)