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I remember one of my past linkages was particularly uncomfortable around machines, tools and such; she was the type of gal that fat old aristocratic drunk guy was talking about in Titanic when he said “women and machinery don’t mix!” or words to that effect. One day she needed me to take off from work to rescue her because she locked her keys in the car, or didn’t know how to put on a spare, or something…the first words out of her mouth when she called me on the phone, were “Don’t say ANYTHING!”
Well, I’m not going to say anything about Heidemarie Stefanyshyn-Piper, that’s for sure. For one thing, I have no idea how to pronounce her name. For another thing, I’m positive it’s much tougher to hang on to a toolbox in space than it looks. Could’ve happened to one of the fellas just as easily.
A US astronaut is left red-faced after she drops her toolbox on a spacewalk – within hours it had floated more than two miles away.
Heidemarie Stefanyshyn-Piper accidently let go of the bag while carrying out repair work outside the International Space Station yesterday.
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The bag contained two grease guns, scrapers and other equipment needed to begin fixing a 10-foot-wide rotary joint that positions the station’s solar wing panels toward the sun for power.
NOT good. Now all those other astronauts are gonna run around talkin’ about ol Butterfingers Heidemarie Ste…fany…shyn…Piper…aw, nevermind, she’s got nothing to worry about.
Watch yer head. Scrapers fallin’ from space.
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She’s got like six freakin’ names, maybe she thinking about dropping some letters in her name instead of her work. If she went with that explanation I think she may get some sympathy from some folks, not much but hey, at this point…
BTW, any pics? Because if she’s hot I might be slightly more forgiving. Just being honest.
- tim | 11/19/2008 @ 14:42Someone should have thought of using a tether for a toolbox. That’s just plan an oversight for NASA. Those folks are using to considering and testing how things operate differently in space and how to compensate.
- Shannon in AZ | 11/20/2008 @ 04:27plain, not plan.
And now that I read the story, I guess they do tie them down normally.
- Shannon in AZ | 11/20/2008 @ 04:31tim,
Google her. Not hot. Not hot.
- Andy | 11/20/2008 @ 14:00Oooooo…a tether? Good idea. I think NASA may have had that one covered.
Yep, could happen to anyone. By the way, when does the Snap-On
shuttle come by to replace those mislaid tools? Isn’t one of the new modules supposed to be a Sears Craftsman franchise?
High steel, deep sea, ask THOSE folk about the legitimacy of “Oopsie”, or “Oh shit…”
What’s worse, loosing the tools that are now an orbital projectile for everything that shares that sphere, or having to ask the Ruskies “Um, can I borrow your grease gun? Mine is gonna’ re-enter some day at terminal velocity, and a bazillion degrees Centigrade.”
Personally, I own some tools that most mere mortals are forbidden to pronounce the name of.
- CaptDMO | 11/20/2008 @ 19:12NO MERCY, DOUCHBAG.
Any bets on that coming out of her paycheck?