Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was in class at St. Mary's School when the Challenger exploded.
Also I did the weird peripheral vision test where you click every time you see a dot, which makes me all paranoid. Well, more paranoid than the baseline state of Liese.
I agree with the paranoia. My false click rate must be high because I just get into a rhythm and keep clicking. I hate the air puff but don't mind the blue light probe and I loathe things touching my eyes normally.
Happy Birthday, Juliana!
Happy Birthday, Juliana!
I was in high school when the Challenger exploded, and I remember telling one of the teachers, who didn't believe me.
I was in college when Challenger exploded: I found out about it when I walked into the local cookie shop and the news came on the radio.
I was in college too. I stopped in at Rocky Rococo's (where I had previously worked and my four housemates still worked) to get some pizza on my way to work, when one of my housemates went over and turned on the big TV. It was a news broadcast, and they were in the middle of re-broadcasting a tape of the launch (like they did a million times that day). So I watched the broadcast when without any warning the shuttle appeared to explode. Freaked me out. Then at work we watched more news coverage.
Happy birthday, Juliana!
Feel better soon, Nilly!
Oh, and if you want to get very technical, Challenger didn't blow up or explode. The fuel tank ruptured (due to the solid rocket booster cutting into it) and all the spilled fuel ignited. The shuttle broke apart due to the extreme aerodynamic forces it was subject to (plus a solid rocket booster hit it in the wing as the booster came off the tank).
I agree with the paranoia. My false click rate must be high because I just get into a rhythm and keep clicking. I hate the air puff but don't mind the blue light probe and I loathe things touching my eyes normally.
Kat is me. Except the clicking light test also makes me nauseous.
I'm glad I am not the only one with eye doctor paranoia. Even the "which is clearer" test stresses me out, and I sometimes have to ask to see things twice, just to make sure.
I was in 6th grade and had gone home for lunch with my friend Sandra, who lived across the street from our elementary school. I wasn't supposed to go as I had no permission. The shuttle blew up 9 minutes into lunch and the school had a hell of a time fimding me. I got into loads of trouble.