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Burt Rutan Kicks Ass12 o'clock, April 18, 2003Finally, a private manned space project I can actually believe in. “The event is not about dreams, predictions or mockups,” Rutan explained in a pre-debut statement. “We will show actual flight hardware: an aircraft for high-altitude airborne launch, a flight-ready manned spaceship, a new, ground-tested rocket propulsion system and much more. This is not just the development of another research aircraft, but a complete manned space program with all its support elements,” he said. Rutan makes it clear that the unveiling is not a marketing event. “We are not seeking funding and are not selling anything. We are in the middle of an important research program…to see if manned space access can be done by other than the expensive government programs,” Rutan explained. Given Scaled Composites’ record for achieving neat stuff, I have no doubt that if they say they’re going to put people in space, they mean it. Plus, their spaceship looks really cool. Update: The Scaled Composites site is no longer Slashdotted. Many more pictures, as well as a FAQ and some other stuff. |
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If anything makes you think of a Piers Anthony novel, Jon, you should probably seek treatment. |
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If you mean, aside from bad puns, longwinded series, or Piers Anthony himself, you're probably right. Still, what kind of treatment? Psychotherapy? Exorcism? A frontal labotomy? |
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Six weeks in a Russian Orthodox monastery in West Georgia, reading the complete works of Tim Powers. |
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Hmm. I've spent two years in a North Georgia university. And I've already read just over a third of his novels, not counting Expiration Date and Earthquake Weather sitting on my shelf, waiting for me to run down Last Call before I get started. Also, I read that particular Anthony book when I was ten and theoretically excusible. Maybe that'll help with sentencing. |
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I meant Georgia as in Tbilisi, but hey, whatever works. It’s not punishment, though; it’s therapy. |
A spaceship that runs on laughing gas? Wow.
I know it's serious, but it makes me think of an old Piers Anthony novel about dentists in space.