If two people rush into a lion’s den and one decided to wear a dress made out of thinly sliced prime rib, she’s probably the one who is going to get eaten. This isn’t blaming the girl… it’s teaching her not to be the one wearing the Lady Gaga meat dress. But apparently offering any sort of parental advice on risk avoidance and minimization is crossing a line for some people. Maybe it’s a tacit admission there are parents who fail to do a good enough job preparing their children for the world. Perhaps it’s viewed as depriving their young freshmen offspring their “rights” to go out for the “fun” of “having a few too many” which is a “right of passage.” (I actually saw that one in one of the comments. I couldn’t make that up if I tried.)
This is obviously even more outrageous than not forcing Catholic law schools to give their students free contraceptives.
…the Commercial Crew prospect – after enjoying a perfect flight in the air – suffered a mechanical failure during landing, resulting in her flipping over on the runway.
Hopefully it’s repairable.
[Update mid-afternoon]
Here’s the official statement from Sierra Nevada, trying to put the best face on things. And Alan Boyle is reporting that preliminary reports indicate that it will be fixable. “The pilot would have walked away.”
It’s interesting that they did the test on a Saturday. I wouldn’t have thought that Dryden employees would be thrilled about working weekends. Though maybe it’s a better day for getting airspace clearance. We used to do a lot of weekend flying with the T-39 for parabolic flight out of Mojave, because the Air Force was more flexible in terms of giving us a big box of air to work with.
I met a traveler from a fallen land
Who said: A trashed and useless interface
Sits on a website. And linked on the page,
ne’er clicked,, a tattered image lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its artist well those passions read
Which yet survive, displayed on the useless screen,
The man that mocked us and the heart that bled:
And under the picture these words appear:
“My name is Barack Obama, President:
Look at my prices, ye insured, and despair!”
Nothing aside remains. From the decay
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The sick and desperate souls stayed far away