End of an era: Last Shuttle launch

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An era ends.  The last Space Shuttle lifted four astronauts and tons of supplies into the Florida sky today, enroute to the International Space Station.  The first Shuttle launch, of Columbia, occurred on April 12, 1981.  That launch was a mere 20 years to the day after the first manned space flight, by Yuri Gagarin of the Soviet Union.  In those 20 years, we went from the first dangerous launches on modified ICBM rockets, to the Saturn 5 that took us to the Moon six times, to the “space truck” that is the Shuttle.  The last Shuttle mission, flown by Shuttle Atlantis, is scheduled to land on July 20, the 42nd anniversary of Apollo 11’s landing at the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon.

Once Atlantis lands, the United States has NO way of launching astronauts into space.  We hope to have private industry doing so “soon”, but that “soon” could be a decade away.  In the meantime, we buy rides on the Russian Soyuz.  “TAXI!”

 

Birthday Bash for Ted, Sunday July 17th, in Fresno!

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Sunday, July 17, 6pm, at the Express, 708 N. Blackstone, Fresno.

Join us as we celebrate the birthday of Ted Freitas, and help us embarrass him silly!

Full details at the Facebook event page, here!

See you Sunday!

Pool Party

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This was the setting for the Men’s Mixer Pool Party.  A good turnout of folks hanging out in and around the pool at Todd’s place.  Fantastic setting, good people, and we even got the police called on us!  (turns out a neighbor really doesn’t like the queers in the neighborhood and takes every opportunity to make that fact known)

Thanks for hosting, Todd.  Great backyard!

What’s up with that??

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You’re not following @queerlandia !  What’s up with that?  Get over to Twitter right now and take care of that problem!

I can hear you now!

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I’m back at work after an almost European vacation of 5 weeks. It’s all coming back to me.

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“Obvious signs of death”

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From a recent press release, posted on a publicly viewable website of a local law enforcement agency:

Units were dispatched “for a body found in an abandoned vehicle…  Upon the deputies arrival the body had obvious signs of death.”

Obvious signs of death.

Maybe they let McGruff write this one.  Or maybe that’s being unfair to McGruff.

I really wish they’d run these things past someone who had at least a minor in English in college.  A criminology degree apparently isn’t enough.

 

Aww… Dammit!

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It’s not a matter of “if”, it’s a matter of “when”.  If you wear one of these devices, you WILL ,at some point, say something you wished you hadn’t.  And it will be heard by folks you’ll wish hadn’t.  A Southwest pilot had that experience earlier this year. His unhappiness with the dating pool was broadcast across air traffic control frequencies when either his push to talk button got stuck, or he forgot to reconfigure his headset for intercom rather than radio.  Whatever caused the mishap, he let loose to his co-pilot, expressing his frustration with the number of gay and older flight attendants.  Apparently he can’t get laid unless the object of his affections is a young lady also wearing the Southwest blazer.  Perhaps he needs to expand his horizons!

I’ve been caught a time or two by open microphones.  Luckily, I don’t talk about my “dating” life at work!

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Vehicle Geek: Tonight’s lesson in inertia

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A body in motion tends to remain in motion, unless acted upon by an outside force.

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Father’s Day 2011

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Jim Sr., 45, & Jim Jr., 26, November 1983

I’m a bit sad at the moment, as this night rolls into Father’s Day 2011.  He died when I was 49, and sometimes I find myself missing something that never was, and wondering about what might have been.  He was who he was, and it’s surely a waste of time to pine over something that never happened.  I wonder how he felt when he lost his dad, at 28.  He never said, and I never asked.  It’s odd how the person that is the closest to you can be the most distant.

I’m reminded of one particular moment with my Dad,  and I’ve thought of it often over the years.  Father’s Day stories are often heartwarming tales of the past,  a wonderful moment shared between father and son.  This isn’t one of those stories.

He was trying to teach me to swim, and only managed to scare me into a crying heap of shamed little boy.

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Lucy reassures me about the future

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