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Soulex
Apr 1, 2009


Cacati in mano e pigliati a schiaffi!

Wandering = starving/dehydration it looks like there. gently caress the desert.

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HawkHill
Aug 15, 2015

Panfilo posted:

What's amazing about this photo is how much it looks like a place from earth. I think part of our fascination with Mars is that to a degree it feels 'familiar' to people; it's not some airless world or gas giant.

Just a reminder that that photo has been color corrected to make it look like what you'd see if Mars had Earth's atmosphere.

Snowglobe of Doom
Mar 30, 2012

sucks to be right

HawkHill posted:

Just a reminder that that photo has been color corrected to make it look like what you'd see if Mars had Earth's atmosphere after Quaid starts the reactor.

3D Megadoodoo
Nov 25, 2010

freelop posted:

It looks so nice and peaceful and yet is utterly deadly to humans (without a device to keep you alive)

Just a friendly reminder that you described 70% of planet Erf         

shadow puppet of a
Jan 10, 2007

NO TENGO SCORPIO


Bad rear end vehicles, if by bad rear end you mean large, black and angular:







Bad rear end spaces:


spookygonk
Apr 3, 2005
Does not give a damn

HawkHill posted:

Just a reminder that that photo has been color corrected to make it look like what you'd see if Mars had Earth's atmosphere after Quaid starts the reactor.

So what is the actual colour of Mars' land & sky?

Bombadilillo
Feb 28, 2009

The dock really fucks a case or nerfing it.

spookygonk posted:

So what is the actual colour of Mars' land & sky?

RustRed and rust redbrown.

Phlegmish
Jul 2, 2011



HawkHill posted:

Just a reminder that that photo has been color corrected to make it look like what you'd see if Mars had Earth's atmosphere.

What, why would they do that? Where can we see the actual picture?

Pigsfeet on Rye
Oct 22, 2008

I'm meat on the hoof

Phlegmish posted:

What, why would they do that? Where can we see the actual picture?

What they do for color correction is really interesting.
http://mars.nasa.gov/mer/spotlight/spirit/a12_20040128.html

Soulex
Apr 1, 2009


Cacati in mano e pigliati a schiaffi!

I never really asked why but the wings are reversed for what reason? More lift? Seems like it would make for some stranger handling.

shadow puppet of a posted:



Bad rear end spaces:




Japan? I saw this thing on EDTalks where this guy bought this land for like 3,000 dollars and it had a house that was "worthless." It was actually like 300 years old and he ended up restoring it and making it look beautiful. Japanese archers tires is always one of my favorite building types, of which there are very few.

Also where is that last place because holy poo poo.

Bombadilillo
Feb 28, 2009

The dock really fucks a case or nerfing it.

Phlegmish posted:

What, why would they do that? Where can we see the actual picture?

You, being a human, see more detail if it's presented in a familiar color scale.

Seeing red on red on grey is literally harder to look at. It looks more like a vista with depth then a wall of rocks.

1000 Brown M and Ms
Oct 22, 2008

F:\DL>quickfli 4-clowns.fli

Soulex posted:

I never really asked why but the wings are reversed for what reason? More lift? Seems like it would make for some stranger handling.

I believe it improves the aerodnamic performance, but at the cost of making the airframe much harder to engineer. Someone who know's more about aeronautical engineering could correct me though.

quote:

Japan? I saw this thing on EDTalks where this guy bought this land for like 3,000 dollars and it had a house that was "worthless." It was actually like 300 years old and he ended up restoring it and making it look beautiful. Japanese archers tires is always one of my favorite building types, of which there are very few.

Also where is that last place because holy poo poo.

Yes, Japan. The last place is a neutrino telescope (in Japan). Basically, you need a space with a very clean/consistent medium to detect neutrinos because they don't interact with matter much. Having a huge cave with very pure water is a good way of doing that.

Zopotantor
Feb 24, 2013

...und ist er drin dann lassen wir ihn niemals wieder raus...

Soulex posted:

Also where is that last place because holy poo poo.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super-Kamiokande

Buckets
Apr 10, 2009

...THE CHILD...

shadow puppet of a posted:

Bad rear end spaces:


Isn't this the building where Platinum works? I always thought it was appropriate that it looked like a place that a crazy boss fight could happen on top of it.

tribbledirigible
Jul 27, 2004
I finally beat the internet. The end boss was hard.

Buckets posted:

Isn't this the building where Platinum works? I always thought it was appropriate that it looked like a place that a crazy boss fight could happen on top of it.

You're right. https://www.platinumgames.com/official-blog/article/6449 A whole level and hopefully an interesting gimmick boss fight on top.

C.M. Kruger
Oct 28, 2013

1000 Brown M and Ms posted:

I believe it improves the aerodnamic performance, but at the cost of making the airframe much harder to engineer. Someone who know's more about aeronautical engineering could correct me though.

Basically a forward swept wing should theoretically increase control at high angles of attack. However the downsides (engineering complexity, instability during yawing, worse control in a stall) seem to have outweighed the benefits, since thrust vectoring gets you similar high-AOA control but can be done with "conventional" aircraft configurations.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpm7oWAe9Dg

The Midniter
Jul 9, 2001

shadow puppet of a posted:

Bad rear end vehicles, if by bad rear end you mean large, black and angular:








And no SR-71? For shame, shadow puppet of a. For shame.

HawkHill
Aug 15, 2015

Pigsfeet on Rye posted:

What they do for color correction is really interesting.
http://mars.nasa.gov/mer/spotlight/spirit/a12_20040128.html

Isn't that a description of what NASA does to get 'true color'?

This image isn't true color.

http://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/pia20332/full-circle-vista-from-naukluft-plateau-on-mars

The text for the image says:

quote:

The scene is presented with a color adjustment that approximates white balancing, to resemble how the rocks and sand would appear under daytime lighting conditions on Earth.

Rough Lobster
May 27, 2009

Don't be such a squid, bro

The Midniter posted:

And no SR-71? For shame, shadow puppet of a. For shame.



The SR-71 is truly cool as gently caress.

Eat This Glob
Jan 14, 2008

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Who will wipe this blood off us? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent?

Rough Lobster posted:

The SR-71 is truly cool as gently caress.

Someone has that Sled Driver excerpt about radioing in a speed check saved, right? That thing is always an enjoyable read.

shadow puppet of a
Jan 10, 2007

NO TENGO SCORPIO


Eat This Glob posted:

Someone has that Sled Driver excerpt about radioing in a speed check saved, right? That thing is always an enjoyable read.

I now prefer reposting this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3ao5SCedIk

Rather than that. It blows my mind that they were able to figure all that stuff out starting back in 1958 with that era's level of computerization.

Tiberius Thyben
Feb 7, 2013

Gone Phishing


shadow puppet of a posted:

Bad rear end vehicles, if by bad rear end you mean large, black and angular:





I have a 1GB folder of pictures of interesting and esoteric aircraft.

3D Megadoodoo
Nov 25, 2010



Oh bad-rear end not bad and rear end? Sorry!

shadow puppet of a
Jan 10, 2007

NO TENGO SCORPIO


The Midniter posted:

And no SR-71? For shame, shadow puppet of a. For shame.
Sorry but my Ameri-plane heart forever belongs to the Convair Hustler.



And its badass ejection-testing protocols:

quote:

In an unusual test program, live bears and chimpanzees were successfully used to test the ejection system.



They made a Pez dispenser for live bears.

shadow puppet of a
Jan 10, 2007

NO TENGO SCORPIO


Tiberius Thyben posted:

I have a 1GB folder of pictures of interesting and esoteric aircraft.
Post any and all that involve planes engaged in sensual foreplay.

Panfilo
Aug 27, 2011

EXISTENCE IS PAIN😬

shadow puppet of a posted:

Post any and all that involve planes engaged in sensual foreplay.


"Do you even lift, bro?"

Tumblr of scotch
Mar 13, 2006

Please, don't be my neighbor.

shadow puppet of a posted:

Sorry but my Ameri-plane heart forever belongs to the Convair Hustler.

The Hustler is my favorite bomber of all time. :allears:

There was a proposed passenger variant, too!

Kilo147
Apr 14, 2007

You remind me of the boss
What boss?
The boss with the power
What power?
The power of voodoo
Who-doo?
You do.
Do what?
Remind me of the Boss.

Eat This Glob posted:

Someone has that Sled Driver excerpt about radioing in a speed check saved, right? That thing is always an enjoyable read.

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.
It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet.
I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.
Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace.
We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: "November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground."
Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the " Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that, and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.
Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed. "I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed." Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. "Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check". Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: "Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground."
And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn.
Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: "Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?" There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. "Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground."
I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: "Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money."
For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with, "Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one."
It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast.
For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.


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the future is WOW
Sep 9, 2005

I QUIT!

shadow puppet of a posted:

It blows my mind that they were able to figure all that stuff out starting back in 1958 with that era's level of computerization.

The Skunk Works guys were no joke. I've mentioned it before but I recommend reading Ben Rich's memoir of his time there (if you haven't already), it's a great look at what it was like to work there as well as the development process of several planes (primarily the F-117A but there's also a bunch of stuff about the SR-71 and the U-2).

Blue Footed Booby
Oct 4, 2006

got those happy feet


And on the opposite edge of the speed scale:

quote:

SR-71 pilot and keynote speaker, the question I'm most often asked is : "How fast would that SR-71 fly ?" I can be assured of hearing that question several times at any event I attend.

It's an interesting question, given the aircraft's proclivity for speed. But there really isn't a single number to give . . As the turbo ramjet would always give you a little more speed. (If you wanted it to...)

It was common to see 35 miles a minute. But we typically flew a programmed Mach number. But because we never wanted to harm the plane in any way, we never let it run-out to any limits of temperature or speed.

Thus, each SR-71 pilot had his own personal high speed that he saw at some point during our missions. I saw my highest speed over Libya when Khadafy fired two missiles my way: max power was in order. Let's just say that the Blackbird truly loved speed . . And effortlessly took us to high Mach numbers . . We had not previously seen.

So it was with great surprise, when at the end of one of my presentations, someone asked, "What was the SLOWEST . . You ever flew the Blackbird ?" This was a first. After giving it some thought, I was reminded of a story that I had never shared before, and relayed the following: I was flying the SR-71 out of RAF Mildenhall, England, with my backseater, Walt Watson. We were returning from a mission over Europe and the Iron Curtain when we received a radio transmission from home base.

As we scooted across Denmark in three minutes, we learned that a small RAF base in the English countryside had requested an SR-71 fly-by. The Commander of air cadets there was a former Blackbird pilot who thought it would be a motivating moment for the young lads to see the mighty SR-71 perform a low approach.

No problem, we were happy to do it. After a quick aerial refueling over the North Sea, we proceeded to find the small airfield. In the back seat, Walter had a myriad of sophisticated navigation equipment and he began to vector me toward the field.

Descending to subsonic, we found ourselves over a densely wooded area in the slight haze. Like most former WWII British airfields, the one we were looking for had a small tower and little surrounding infrastructure. Walter told me we were close and that I should be able to see the field.

But as far as I could see in the haze, I saw nothing but trees. We got a little lower, and I pulled the throttles back from our 325 knot cruise. With the gear up . . Anything under 275 knots (316 mph) was plain uncomfortable. Walt said we're practically over the field. Looking hard, I saw nothing that looked like an airfield.

I banked the jet and started a gentle circling maneuver. . Hoping to pick up anything that looked like a field. Meanwhile on the ground, the Commander had taken the Cadets up on the control tower's cat walk to get a prime view.

It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us, but in the overcast and haze, I couldn't see it. But the longer we continued to circle and peer out . . The slower we got. With our throttles way back, the awaiting cadets heard silence.

I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better "cross-check the gauges." As I noticed the airspeed indicator s-l-i-d-e below 160 knots (180 mph), my heart stopped, as my adrenalin-filled left hand slammed both throttles FULL FORWARD, aka "Balls to the Wall !"

At this point we weren't really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. At the moment both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame, the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the catwalk on the tower.

Shattering the absolute silence of the morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their faces as the plane leveled and accelerated in full-burner, on their side of the infield much closer than expected. It could only be described as some sort of ultimate "knife-edge" aerobatic pass.

We proceeded back to Mildenhall without incident . . Not saying a word to each other for those next 14 minutes. After landing, our commander greeted us . . And we were both certain he was reaching for our wings.

Instead, he heartily shook our hands and said the Commander had told him it was the greatest SR-71 fly-by he had ever seen. Especially how we had surprised them with such a precise maneuver that could only be described as . . breathtaking.

Apparently, some of the cadet's hats were blown off. The sight of the "plan view" of the plane in full afterburner dropping right in front of them was stunning and unbelievable. Walt and I both understood the concept of "breathtaking" very well that morning, and we sheepishly replied that the Cadets seemed just excited to see our low approach.

As we retired to the equipment room to change from space suits to flight suits, we just sat there.... and hadn't spoken a word since "the pass." Finally, Walter looked at me and said : "I saw One hundred fifty-six knots."

"What did you see" asked Walt ? Trying to find my voice I stammered "One hundred fifty-two..."(175 mph) We sat in silence for a moment. Then Walt calmly said "Don't ever do that to me again...."

I never did, and not sure I could. A year later, Walter and I were having lunch in the Mildenhall Officer's club, and overheard an officer talking to some cadets about an SR-71 fly-past that he'd seen.

Of course, by now the story included kids blown off the tower, and screaming as the heat of the jet singed their eyebrows.

As we stood there with lunch trays in our hands, the officer noticed our HABU shoulder patch icon of a deadly snake and asked us to verify to the Cadets that such an event occurred.

Walt just shook his head and said, "It was probably just a routine low approach......they're pretty impressive in that airplane." Impressive . . indeed.

Little did I realize that LOW SPEED experience . . would become one of the most requested stories. It's ironic, that people now became very interested in how slow the World's fastest jet aircraft can fly.

johnnyratbastard
Nov 9, 2012
I loving love these stories, I'll never tire of them.

AKA Pseudonym
May 16, 2004

A dashing and sophisticated young man
Doctor Rope
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Say Nothing
Mar 5, 2013

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Pigsfeet on Rye
Oct 22, 2008

I'm meat on the hoof
XB-70 experimental bomber



Originally designed to run on HEF-3, a fuel that was highly toxic and corrosive and even produced a toxic exhaust. I've seen the only remaining one out at the USAF Museum at WPAFB, and it's just amazing that something that colossal could fly at Mach 3.3 for the entire flight.

3D Megadoodoo
Nov 25, 2010


Who put these bolts of lighting in our air supply? Who put them in our lava supply? Makes you think because you know ten years ago twenty years ago this stuff didn't happen.

SubjectVerbObject
Jul 27, 2009

Jerry Cotton posted:

Who put these bolts of lighting in our air supply? Who put them in our lava supply? Makes you think because you know ten years ago twenty years ago this stuff didn't happen.

Ken, what are you talking about? Lightning bolts are just static electricity. Didn't you ever take a high school science course?

Megillah Gorilla
Sep 22, 2003

If only all of life's problems could be solved by smoking a professor of ancient evil texts.



Bread Liar
Volcanic sturm und drang.



Rolo
Nov 16, 2005

Hmm, what have we here?

shadow puppet of a posted:

And its badass ejection-testing protocol



They made a Pez dispenser for live bears.

Shoot down enemy plane. Find escape pod. Carefully open, knowing you have the drop on the unsuspecting pilot inside...

El Laucha
Oct 9, 2012


Kilo147 posted:

SR-71 stuff

Here it is more formatted: http://wesclark.com/burbank/sr_71.html

Also, the story above is excellent as well.

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Zopotantor
Feb 24, 2013

...und ist er drin dann lassen wir ihn niemals wieder raus...

Rolo posted:

Shoot down enemy plane. Find escape pod. Carefully open, knowing you have the drop on the unsuspecting pilot inside...

Frankly, I would have thought the Russians to be the ones to come up with the concept of bear bombs.

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