I don't see what's so bad about it; Apollo 13's free return would've gone a lot smoother.
So, have they learned their lesson about what to make it stealth against, or is there going to be a surprise for the pilots rather quickly?Well, this came as a bit of a surprise
Just returned home from a business trip to Bremen, when I discovered a strange beeping sound in my apartment, repeating every 30 seconds.
One of the new smoke detectors I installed last year and which had been supposed to last 10 years had already been without battery power. :dry:
That will become a 1 star review at amazon.
So, have they learned their lesson about what to make it stealth against, or is there going to be a surprise for the pilots rather quickly?
We might find out soon.
Are you sure it's exclusively battery powered, or is the battery supposed to be a backup to grid power? Because my experience with these "10 year" smoke detectors is that the battery is there to power the smoke detector through power outages.
No, exclusively battery powered, but the type of battery installed inside is a different than the one mentioned in the manual (which I kept) for achieving 10 years.
I would think a RTG would interfere with the function of most smoke detectors.![]()
A meat and potato pie has been sent "into space" attached to a weather balloon.
The pioneering delicacy was launched from Roby Mill, Wigan, at about 11:30 GMT ahead of the World Pie Eating Championship next week.
The aim is to see if its journey up to 100,000ft (30km) changes the molecular structure of the pie making it quicker to eat.
It is believed this is the first pie to be launched into the stratosphere.
WASHINGTON — The following document was obtained from sources close to God. Translated from the original Aramaic, it is a transcript of the final exit interview before Cat was loosed upon the world.
Cat: I have some demands.
God: That is not how it worketh, Cat.
Cat: I shall scratch their bellies and draw blood.
God: Fine.
Cat: Really?
God: Yes.
Cat: I shall do it a lot.
God: I sayeth, fine.
Cat: I shall use my claws to communicate “no,” “yes,” “thank you,” “I’m bored” and “I love you.”
God: OK.
Cat: I shall be doing some indiscriminate biting of bare feet.
God: That is strictly prohibited.
Cat: Freelance biting, then. Also, I am a lion.
God: Thou art a cat. Thou art not much larger than a baked potato.
Cat: MEOW!!
God: (Laughter.) Was that supposed to be a roar? Oooh, oooh, I am so afraid!
Cat: I am immune to mockery.
God: Are we done here?
Cat: I will say “Let there be light,” and there will be light!
God: That is taken care of already, Cat. Instead, I shall give you the power to cure cancer in those who care for you. You may exercise this power with compassion and gratitude anytime you wish.
Cat: Nah. Too much of a hassle.
God: Fine.
Cat: I will neither “fetch” nor “sit.” Do I have a name?
God: You shall be given a name, yes. It might be Tommy or Sandra or a name that is dreadful like Fluffykins.
Cat: I shall never respond to it.
God: Fine.
Cat: I shall never have to go on “walks.”
God: Fine.
Cat: Fine?
God: Indeed. That leads us to a central issue, Cat. You shall poop in a box.
Cat: WHAT?
God: A little box. From the time you are a small suckling, you will know that you must do this and you will never, ever, ever make a mistake about this.
Cat: No!
God: Your life depends on it. Trusteth me on this.
Cat: I cannot...
God: You can and you will. You scratch bellies. You bite feet. You live as a saboteur. You are an unconscionable jerk. In return for this license, you shall poop in a little box.
Cat: I am a very good boy.
God: You are not.
Cat: The sand that I shall poop in? Is it expensive?
God: Yes, it is very expensive, indeed.
Cat: Fine.
Jediism, the worship of the mythology of Star Wars, is not a religion, the Charity Commission has ruled.
The commission rejected an application to grant charitable status to The Temple of the Jedi Order.