Recently I had an interesting pair of interactions. Both involved Daves and the space shuttle. First, Dave W had downloaded an HD video of a recent (maybe the most recent?) shuttle launch. It is pretty incredible. From the water being dumped onto the ground under the launch pad to the initial spark of the engines being lit to the takeoff and subsequent delivery into space itself, it’s just awesome, in the dictionary sense of the word. I’ve been wanting to see a shuttle launch in person for a while and that video just adds fuel to that fire.
A few days later I was telling Dave R about the video and he responded with something like, “Oh yeah, sometimes at night I’ll turn to the University of Washington channel on TV and watch them repairing satellites and spacewalking and stuff. It’s awesome!” Oh…well maybe I’ll have to find that channel and check it out.
Unfortunately I did. I found not only the UW channel that broadcasts the shuttle missions, but I found the HD feed and of course I fell asleep with that feed on the TV. Nevermind the fact that I was up until 5 or 6am watching it. Nevermind the fact that it was all about people in marshmallow-y suits doing boring work in slow motion. Okay sure, when you can see those wrenches up close, you realize that they are probably the coolest wrenches you’ll ever see (yes, I’ve been a mechanic and generally inquisitive person my whole life), but otherwise, it’s pretty boring and monotonous stuff. I’ve occasionally found myself working on all-carbon bicycles that are worth $10k and when you find yourself there, you do ridiculous stuff in order to make sure you don’t dent or scratch the finish or parts. Things like wash your hands BEFORE you start working on the bike, or take OFF your apron so that you don’t get grease stains on it…stuff like that. But watching these guys counting the number of revolutions that they apply to each bolt while LOOSENING them? SNOOOOOZE-O-RAMA.
So if it’s so damn boring watching these guys….OH SHIT!!! Did I mention the dialogue? It’s like listening to a cross between an airline pilot and a surgeon and a sleepy drill instructor. If I recall, I was hearing stuff like this:
Astronaut #1: “Bolt #1 is free, moving to Bolt #2.”
Astronaut #2: “Copy that, Bolt #1 free.”
A-1: “Megan, could you move me to my right, please?” (Megan is the person on board who operates the mechanical arm that Canadians are so fiercely protective of)
Megan: “How far please?”
A-1: “Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh,” (of course the further the distance, the harder it is to judge exactly how far it is, right?) “uhhhhh, how about 2 feet.”
Megan: “Right 2 feet, thank you.”
A-1: “Thank you, Megan. Okay, removing Bolt #2.” At which point he counts off the number of turns as he’s backing the bolt out. “One…..two…..three…..four….five. Bolt #2 is free.”
Are you serious!? You can find dictionary entries of prepositions that are more exciting than this stuff!
So why in the hell am I glued to the screen watching all of this? I don’t know, my friends…..I do not know. I guess in the end, the question is: What was my point with this post?
Epilogue: I fell asleep with the TV on and had weird Moonraker/action-flick dreams.
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