With better information since the intended landing of Schiaparelli and with confirmation of orbital photography from NASA's Martian Explorer, ESA scientists have determined Schiaparelli fell from one or two kilometers up and hit the surface at about 186 mph. They figure it likely had nearly full tanks of fuel so it probably exploded and NASA gave them further proof.
The reason for the scribes is in part the follow-up to the excitement for them when it seemed they had made it. Finding they had cracked up another one after their last must have been heartbreaking but they're indefatigable and they're working steadily on what science they can glean from the crash and what they can do with the orbiter, etc.
The more immediate reason to write was some wretch who wrote on Twitter something like 'I hoped for a warp drive but we can't even put a lander on Mars without crashing it.'
That's kind of twitty witty but how many landers have ever successfully made it to Mars.
It's no great surprise that a comedian isn't funny when almost all of them, except Lewis Black, went into the mainstream toilet with the election but still there's some defensiveness for the space program even when it doesn't at all need my defense.
Since it can take up to 24 minutes for a radio signal to reach Earth from Mars. That's a formidable block to communication so a sci fi writer figured the best way to solve it is for both sides to send information constantly with each side responding to the other whenever it hears a trigger for that in the incoming stream.
Unknown if NASA ever adopted something of that nature and maybe it could be searched but it is late and I am lazy. It seems like it would be required of them and it should result in some odd forms of conversations with Martian astronauts. Evolution in action.
- We interrupt this missive for a brief real life oddness -
It was necessary to venture forth into the world just now and as I drove away from here I noticed a young lady walking along the side of the street but not one I have seen around here before. I had to slow to go over some construction bumps in the road and, as the car lumbered over them, she turned to look hopefully at me for much longer than any young lady normally would.
I didn't pay much attention and kept on driving since my naivete with women was clearly shown once previously when I did respond to a woman on the side of the road in apparent distress. Any man will be a sucker for that the first time ... or at least this one will.
It turned out the young lady in distress did need support but it wasn't the emotional or logistical kind. The phrase 'can you help a girl out' doesn't necessarily mean she needs a ride to a gas station or a police station.
Once the ostensibly distressed young lady was in the car, the next question was how to get her the hell back out of it. Comedy ensued, at least in retrospect.
I'll skip the retelling since this was years ago back in Rhode Island and the details of it aren't clear enough to give a good retelling. It would blow the story to make up details so that one may be lost to the legends of Silas misadventures.
The reason for the scribes is in part the follow-up to the excitement for them when it seemed they had made it. Finding they had cracked up another one after their last must have been heartbreaking but they're indefatigable and they're working steadily on what science they can glean from the crash and what they can do with the orbiter, etc.
The more immediate reason to write was some wretch who wrote on Twitter something like 'I hoped for a warp drive but we can't even put a lander on Mars without crashing it.'
That's kind of twitty witty but how many landers have ever successfully made it to Mars.
It's no great surprise that a comedian isn't funny when almost all of them, except Lewis Black, went into the mainstream toilet with the election but still there's some defensiveness for the space program even when it doesn't at all need my defense.
Since it can take up to 24 minutes for a radio signal to reach Earth from Mars. That's a formidable block to communication so a sci fi writer figured the best way to solve it is for both sides to send information constantly with each side responding to the other whenever it hears a trigger for that in the incoming stream.
Unknown if NASA ever adopted something of that nature and maybe it could be searched but it is late and I am lazy. It seems like it would be required of them and it should result in some odd forms of conversations with Martian astronauts. Evolution in action.
- We interrupt this missive for a brief real life oddness -
It was necessary to venture forth into the world just now and as I drove away from here I noticed a young lady walking along the side of the street but not one I have seen around here before. I had to slow to go over some construction bumps in the road and, as the car lumbered over them, she turned to look hopefully at me for much longer than any young lady normally would.
I didn't pay much attention and kept on driving since my naivete with women was clearly shown once previously when I did respond to a woman on the side of the road in apparent distress. Any man will be a sucker for that the first time ... or at least this one will.
It turned out the young lady in distress did need support but it wasn't the emotional or logistical kind. The phrase 'can you help a girl out' doesn't necessarily mean she needs a ride to a gas station or a police station.
Once the ostensibly distressed young lady was in the car, the next question was how to get her the hell back out of it. Comedy ensued, at least in retrospect.
I'll skip the retelling since this was years ago back in Rhode Island and the details of it aren't clear enough to give a good retelling. It would blow the story to make up details so that one may be lost to the legends of Silas misadventures.
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