Re: My version of the story
It was shown in Australia.
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Dunno, but if it was anything like Roddenberrys prior documentary Genesis 2, would have been more about the navel of civilisation.
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You could do that with some kind of Moonbase, then possibly expanding outwards constructing & monitoring dumps of spent nuclear fuel, perhaps even taking off some of the heat in the silos at a later more advanced point for generating power.
I did see a series of documentaries on the feasibility on the whole concept back in the 70's, having it all up & operational by 1999.
It all looked very promising, but they then got bogged down into creating some form of H&S disaster simulation towards the end of the first one & created a worse case scenario of what would happen if the dumps blew up & went wildly off track after that, getting more ridiculous in the second set of 24 episodes of the series of 48 lectures.
Having taken the HNC (Full time & didn't opt to upgrade to HND with a few extra units), the Level IV Analogue Principles & Maths unit was apparently the hardest one on the whole syllabus (& outside it), it was a right bastard & our lecturer into extreme calculus only made it worse.
We had "Dangermouse" twice a week & on Friday mornings for three god awful hours of him extrapolating things on his whiteboard (Made ITIL training look like a cakewalk) & expecting us to follow it (Friday mornings were best spent nursing hangovers & zoning him out (Much like "Chenoble" (doped up with lunchtime drinks) on Wednesday afternoons especially when goaded into his pet subject "Partial Address Decoding").
He only discovered this at the end of term test, when only 3 students (The Libyan refugee with a maths degree, a university drop out & a unemployed hippy\Unix bearded programmer who had taken the course rather than be put on some form of work detail in the community) managed to score over 47%.
He restructured his course & I just about managed to pass it (but that grade still cost me my conditional offer at Reading Uni to jump on the second year of a degree course though).
Level V Analogue Principles & Maths\Electronics, was taught at a much more practical level by the next tutor & I think I managed a reasonable merit or at least a better pass.
Having just bought a cheap Android phone to replace my aging Samsung (Don't want to get locked into a contract or "Tab") which comes with a USB-C connector. I now find myself having to go to the bay of fleas to get spares as the scrap pile & local $Stores (TTBOMK) don't have them in stock yet.
I wish I'd kept more of the USB-A - USB-C adaptors that we got with some HP laptops.
On my old truck it was possible to get the headlight bulb swapped out, without too much difficulties.
Indicators, sidelights etc, not so much - Turning the front wheels inwards so you could remove the plastic liner to get to the bulbs was much more involved, got better with practice. It was usually a good (wasteful) practice to fit all new ones at the same time, especially with the onset of winter -20C to -30C (Extreme cases -35C) & snow.
Lady L off course insisted her vehicle have new LED's at the dealership at time of purchase & boy does that makes us popular on country roads with oncoming traffic that think we are driving with main beam on, with a intensity on that would rival some trucks.
Icon - What the oncoming drivers see's as we approach them.
The still not quite ex Mrs OncomingScorn would get very very territorial over which charger was supplied with her phones (Even with His n Her identical phone models & woe betide me if I used "hers" in error).
The Lady L also likes to acquire phone chargers (Just as well I always salvage them from electronic waste scrap piles), at least she does have the courtesy to buy a charging station to deal with 6 devices at a time though.
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You realise you have just triggered a search for these two individuals as they have obviously escaped prior cullings.
Having escaped\terminated from IBM's management of South West One & been on a IBM contract or two, the following occurred on the same project:
1: Where the project consultant, went off radar in Asia over the Christmas break & couldn't be contacted over a serious SNAFU.
2: Project consultant had created an insane admin password, that was prone to being mis-entered by anyone of the two imaging teams & three deployment teams & frequently locking the account out six times a hour.
3: The project overran due to one imaging team prepping machines to be deployed & working off the master list of bank branches to be refreshed, while the other Team's lead let one of his techs design a off-radar Master list (Because that tech liked to doing everything in Access - Even inventory) & designate what machines we were were going to image for what branch. Sure enough twice as many machines were frequently being delivered to site & there was lots of receiving machines back from site in -20C (& lower) in the early evenings to IBM's front door.
Our Team Lead managed to keep his job ie made permy, despite his prior experience as a draughtsman for a company that made log cabins & was oblivious to the search & replace function (Which was discovered when he was grumbling could we use manual entry as he didn't need the prefix characters that my barcode scanner was reading when scanning serial numbers & had to edit each cell by hand).
My name is Two Gun Pierre
I wear rose buds in my hair
And a chic-chic pink bandanna round my neck
I came down from Tennessee
With a cowboy on my knee
And a pair of leather chaps around my legs ... hold on boys!
I was down in Cripple Creek
I was dying for a leak
So I dropped my pants behind a cactus there
When I fastened up my belt
I can't tell ya how I felt
But I knew the meaning of a prickly pear ... ouch!!
Oh I've got a cactus in my y-fronts and a vulture round my head
I've just been kissed by a Tennessee miss and I wish that I were dead
I've a jockstrap made of leather and pants of PVC (ee - ee - ee - ee - ee - ee)
The cactus in my y-fronts make a loser out of me!
In Californ - i - a
Where the rustlers are so gay
I bought a gentle gee-gee name of Jacques
But he livened up a lot
When he felt my prickly spot
And that buckin' bronco broke my buckin' back!
So I walked up to Nevada
Where the gals try so much harder
And I met a beefy belle called Caroline
But when she felt my prickles
She cried "Oh Lord, that tickles!"
And now she's run off with a porcupine
Oh I've got a cactus in my y-fronts and a vulture round my head
I've just been kissed by a Tennessee miss and I wish that I were dead
Do you like my high heeled horseshoes, I got them from Paree (ee - ee - ee - ee - ee - ee)
The cactus in my y-fronts make a loser out of me!
Alright horsey, hoof me a chorus
[tapping and neighing sounds]
Oh what a great hoof!
It's the yodelling coyote
[howling sounds]
Oh I've got a cactus in my y-fronts and a vulture round my head
I've just been kissed by a Tennessee miss and I wish that I were dead
I've got sequins on my saddle and I smell like a jasmine tree (ee - ee - ee - ee - ee - ee)
The cactus in my y-fronts make a loser out of me!
Icon - Anyone of a dozen reasons.
I still regret not grabbing one of the New (Unopened) Old Stock BBC Masters that were found in the bowels of Somerset County Council basements & ended up in the service centre for disposal.
Purchased for some project, quietly buried in the hope that the unauthorised expenditure\project would never raise its head before someone drew their pension.
MAYNARD: '...The Castle of aaarrrrggh'.
BEDEVERE: What is that?
MAYNARD: He must have died while carving it.
LANCELOT: Oh, come on!
MAYNARD: Well, that's what it says.
ARTHUR: Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve 'aarrggh'. He'd just say it!
MAYNARD: Well, that's what's carved in the rock!
GALAHAD: Perhaps he was dictating.
ARTHUR: Oh, shut up. Well, does it say anything else?
MAYNARD: No. Just 'aaarrrrggh'.
LANCELOT: Aaaauugggh.
ARTHUR: Aarrrggh.
BEDEVERE: Do you suppose he meant the Camaaaaaargue?
GALAHAD: Where's that?
BEDEVERE: France, I think.
LANCELOT: Isn't there a 'Saint Aaauuves' in Cornwall?
ARTHUR: No, that's 'Saint Ives'.
LANCELOT: Oh, yes. Saint Iiiiives.
KNIGHTS: Iiiiives.
BEDEVERE: Oooohoohohooo!
LANCELOT: No, no. 'Aaaauugggh', at the back of the throat. Aaauugh.
BEDEVERE: N-- no. No, no, no, no. 'Oooooooh', in surprise and alarm.
LANCELOT: Oh, you mean sort of a 'aaaah'!
BEDEVERE: Yes, but I-- aaaaaah!
ARTHUR: Oooh!
GALAHAD: My God!
[dramatic chord]
[roar]
MAYNARD: It's the legendary Black Beast of Aaarrrrggh!
A friend of mine in the Dalek building community, used to work out of a aircraft hanger, that backed onto Amish owned land.
Testing his remote control\automated creations out at random intervals used to really piss them off, far more than the planes did.
Icon - He runs a distillery now, so here's a toast to his new venture.
That's why the principle IT Team (Back Office etc) has just been replaced\supplanted by the field techs at my place of work (Who also seem amazed that they should have to do things like triaging tickets\emails & telling managers what new\returning employees AD credentials are & updating the tickets themselves is an optional task) .
Much hilarity for the outgoing team as things have already started to go wrong (In a Mischief Theatre style) three fifths of the knowledge has now gone from site.
Icon - Me getting me coat as I'll be gone by Feb end or sooner.