Was he mentally ill?

Perfect ending, didn't have to admit he was wrong, died a happy man in his little cocoon of celebrity-ism... celebrity-ness... delusion.:rolleyes:

Embiggen.

Parachute deploys prematurely and rips away. He separates from the rocket at altitude, then falls to his death. It's not the fall; but, the sudden stop that kills you.



PLF! PLF!

I wonder what will become of the Discovery Channel show they were filming.

Chances are, he was just grifting flat-earthers to pay for his hobby.

The Gloucestershire Constabulary posted the following on Facebook sometime last March or so:

"Officers in Gloucestershire are asking residents to come forward if they recognise items recovered following burglaries in the Tredworth and Chequers area of the city last week.

Two gold watches and a ring were found by officers following at least six break-ins . . . sometime on Monday 18 March or in the early hours of Tuesday 19 March.

Local officers are urging residents to check if they are missing the items pictured and contact police if they believe the items belong to them.

Anyone with information should call 101 and ask for PC Joanne Cryer or PC Al Johnson from the Gloucester local policing team."

The Facebook thread helpfully includes a picture of both the watches and the ring, noting its "distinctive markings" and that surely the owner would want it back.

The thousands of Facebook replies are an absolute scream, and even Gloucestershire Constabulary found it all pretty funny and made graceful reply -- suffice it to say apparently the Constabulary do not number many Tolkien readers on the force...

(look for 'Well Done, Gloucester, Well Done' on Facebook -- this borrowed computer won't copy URLs)

bbc.com adds "The ring's owner has still not been traced." Purportedly straight-faced.

Ian Rankin, ring your office (SWIDT?). At least one paragraph in your next police novel has already written itself.

Laddie, that is the whole point. Was Robert A. Heinlein some kind of retard?

You will not understand the truth of this until you carry a gun. Even if just onto a firing range to become skillful at keeping your shots inside the ten-ring. That's the middle of the big round black spot. I meantersay, it's remarkable how benevolent and courteous you become throughout your time on the firing line.

Allow me to posit that our society does not have enough gun violence -- not properly directed, against the evildoers. Not yet.

There's your best argument for *you* carrying concealed. For everything other than sex (hell, where do you conceal?) and bathing (want stainless for that trick). The above guy is not the guy you ever want to be. And that's why I've done a little carrying myself.

Naw, just juvenile and a terrible writer. Seriously. Farnham's Freehold was an assault on the very idea of writing.

Not to mention super sexist. His female characters are written as if he'd never met a real one.

Not to mention racist as hell.

It's almost as if you two don't know what it means to not mention something.:D

You don't say...

He didn't...