Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's not rocket science, oops, actually it is

With the core activities of NASA back in the news, here at Riddled we were wondering how much the average New Zealander remembers and understands about the principals of multi-stage rockets such as the Saturn V, all these decades since the last Apollo launch.

After examining the dreams and subconscious activity of a representative sample of 2000 New Zealanders over 45, we have been able to reconstruct a composite image showing what they collectively understand to have happened when the S-II second-stage booster separated from the S-Ic first-stage booster.

Evidently they are not clear on the concept, but at least there are no trebuchets involved.

25 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

With the next stage comes acceptance, or is it more grief?
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mikey said...

Houston, CapCom, T minus 60. Status.

Devils are nominal.

Bellows are go. Bellows 2 is below optimal pressure but in the green.

Snakes are go. All parts of Blondie appear nominal.

Roger, Devils and Bellows report go for liftoff. T minus thirty seconds and counting.

Five, four, three, two, one, liftoff.

We have liftoff on the Blondie launch to explore the madness of planet Bimler.

Houston, CapCom. Staging Checklist.

Roger, CapCom. Go for Staging.

Winged Demons report second stage nominal. Initiate roll program in four, three, two, one, initiate roll program.

Roger. Snakes report separation at T plus three minutes, thirteen seconds. Staging complete. Go for acceleration.

CapCom, Houston. Telemetry reports a problem with the second stage. Winged demons are malfunctioning. Both primary and backup winged demons are outside the envelope and appear to be hacking away at the second stage with fire axes.

Houston, CapCom. Say again, Fire Axes?

CapCom, Houston. That's affirmative. They appear to be pissed.

This is CapCom. At this time Houston is recommending an abort. We have a serious winged demon failure and second stage is compromised. Abort. Abort. Abort.

[Static]

Another Kiwi said...

A classic, Mikey. That's going to the Honors Board.

Substance McGravitas said...

principals of multi-stage rockets

Engineers. JERKS!

Smut Clyde said...

The rocket is now stationery.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Roger, Devils and Bellows

Didn't they release an album in 1973?

The technology has changed, the proposed lunar mission is going to use vials of dew as a propellent.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Oh, double bing bang hell, I missed a typo.

My grammar pedant credentials will have to be surrendered.

Smut Clyde said...

Indeed you did. You meant "viles of due".
In my day we only had migratory geese for our lunar expeditions AND WE THOUGHT OURSELVES LUCKY.

Another Kiwi said...

Teh rocket is a page in history. Innit?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Orly Taitz likes NASA-talk, mikey?

fish said...

I think the short track relay would be improved by the addition of trebuchets.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I disagree about the rocketry.

Looks more to me like a zombie open air snake-and-Aryan Jambalya Party.

mikey said...

Hey, I LIKE that concept. My next party I'm gonna have a naked girl jump out of a pot of Jambalaya. Messy, but compelling, and unquestionably artistic....

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

As I have said, mikey's brainz is filled with interesting things....

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

but at least there are no trebuchets involved.

NOT YET.

or, perhaps they will be deploying the Jambalaya Cannon.

Substance McGravitas said...

That's just stewpid.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

One Metric shit-ton of jambalaya, air-delivered to the McGravitas residence..

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

riddled is broken. The recent comments dealio just repeats the recent posts BS.

But I kinda figured you wanted it that way. either way, Imma blamin it on fish.

Another Kiwi said...

Zombie Rotten Macdonald wins this weeks observant reader prize *opens envelope* The Blow on the Head!!
Congratulations, no hand shake necessary

mikey said...

It's those freakin Marine Worms. You can't have them squirmin' around randomly chomping on shit without eventually them biting a hole in something important.

Thing is, MOST people would get a script for a de-worming agent, or at least drink a mason jar of corn sqeezins or something on wrong side of toxic to get the nasty little fuckers moving on.

Gnome sane?

fish said...

No such thing as a sane gnome. Those dudes are crayyyzeeee.

Another Kiwi said...

Sir, the marine worms are all that hold the place together. Occasionally they eat that which they ought not, BUT I will not administering corn squeezins to them now or in the future, Sir.
My corn will remain unsqueezed!
Good day to you, Sir.

Smut Clyde said...

a script for a de-worming agent

However well-written, I can't see The adventures of A De-Worming Agent displacing the next James Bond movie.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

a mason jar of corn sqeezins

A.K. appears not to know what he's missing.

What, all you Anti-Pods have aged sake with your emuburgers, and such as?
~

Smut Clyde said...

My corn will remain unsqueezed!
As a doctor I endorse this non-corn-squeezing treatment.