Saturday, 15 December 2012

Requiescat in space*

This arrived today, it's Trevor Henderson's depiction of Major Tom's probable fate.  Think I might get it framed for Christmas. After death by quicksand death by shattered spacesuit visor was probably that which most preoccupied my morbid nine year old mind. Looking it up, outer space isn't actually that bad for you. It's the lack of air mainly.

 *Tortured by the thought of any passing Latinists: I realise that pace is not pronounced to rhyme with space, but it looks good.
Posted by Artog at 19:20
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6 comments:

  1. davyh15 December 2012 at 23:54

    Dara O'Briain did say you'd boil and explode the other week, so now I'm confused.

    Is Major Tom coming home?

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  2. Artog16 December 2012 at 01:25

    He's an amusing and erudite man, but I'd put my money on what the guys at NASA say on this one. But I agree, the disparity is a worry.

    Personally I've always assumed Major Tom met a cold, horrible death. Bit soppy all this coming home business, stiff upper lip man - that's what's required.

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  3. Annie16 December 2012 at 10:10

    "...theory predicts - and animal experiments confirm - that otherwise, exposure to vacuum causes no immediate injury."

    Poor animals, though.

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  4. Artog16 December 2012 at 10:32

    I suppose so. At least the Russians used to give them medals.

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  5. John Medd17 December 2012 at 12:28

    Maybe one day the papers will want to know whose shirts I wear.

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  6. Artog17 December 2012 at 14:36

    Hopefully without you getting into as dramatic a pickle as Major Tom. Will your wardrobe stand up to media scrutiny? In the shirt dept mine lacks consistency I feel, a right old mish mash. If I were in a fix, with the world's media looking on, wanting to know, I'm not sure what I'd say.

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