more space robot madness

I had my flight physical for the Vomit Comet flight this morning. Until last week I was under the delusion that I had until the end of May to get it done. Turns out, more like the beginning of May. Today, in fact.

Luckily my weight loss was ahead of schedule. After a weekend filled with much physical activity and little food or drink, I just barely squeaked by on the weight requirement. Which is yay, but I really hoped to have a bit more margin there. In the 'less of a yay' department, the dehydration resulted in an invalid urine test. Since the physical was due today, and the NASA office is in Houston and closes early, I had a grand total of 90 minutes to get rehydrated. A leisurely breakfast -- including about 2 liters of water and apple juice -- later, I returned to the very accommodating doctor and passed. Whew.

So, not only am I go for the flight in August, but I can now say with a reasonably straight face that I've failed a urine test.

(no subject)

In The Breakfast Club, when Bender is tearing apart the Moliere book, who thinks the choice of subject matter was intentionally ironic? Seems to me that Bender would very probably like Moliere's plays. After all, they're even raunchier than a Shakespeare comedy, and since they have to be translated they're usually in much more accessible language...