"This photograph of the Gemini-7 spacecraft was taken from the hatch window of the Gemini-6 spacecraft during rendezvous and station keeping maneuvers at an altitude of approximately 160 miles."
Date: December 15, 1965
NASA ID: S65-63113, S65-63171, S65-63188, S65-63189
I'm a day late for day 7 of this list of 30 days of gt self care here have my absolute favourite g/t music video. It's just the softest, fluffiest loveliest snippet of the life we all wish we had 🥺
Now this one will probably be known by modern sm/usum players. The gts just doesn't work, hasn't for years. Even before it happened, the gts would often get filled with hacked pokemon that froze the game if you weren't cautious. But then suddenly simply booting up the gts would freeze it. As far as people know, it's mostly the work of a single hacker who put a ton of glitched pokemon for each species in, ensuring that no pokemon was saved from freezing the game. Game Freak hasn't and will most definitely never fix this.
Thank you for providing pictures, usually I have to spend a bit searching the internet for a couple, which isn’t hard, but it’s too much for my adhd brain to be motivated enough to do, apparently. So thanks! Getting on with it…
View from inside the Gemini 7 capsule, while it was being prepared in the white room at LC-19.
"A fish-eye lens was used to photograph this Gemini flight article's forward displays and controls. The view gives an idea of the tight quarters and work area shared for periods exceeding a week by NASA astronauts in the mid-1960's."
you understand if a town's cost of living is low, it's bc the average income there is unlivable, right? they're not lucky, they're not living easy breezy untouched by capitalist greed. they're neglected. everything's dirt cheap because they're dirt poor. y'all know that, right?
Warm, full, and comfortable. Michael couldn't believe his luck. He still didn't trust the giant, but if this was all a trick, then what was the end game? Vince had returned with a soft plush blanket and arranged it on the table for him to sleep on. He'd even offered to move it somewhere else if Michael hadn't been comfortable up on the table. For the first time in years he was alone without being trapped in a cage or a jar or tied up at all. He could escape if he wanted to. There was nothing stopping him. He'd shimmied down plenty of table legs before his captivity. But he was warm and tired, tired right down to his bones. Maybe everything would be OK, maybe if the new giant thought he could be trusted to not run away he'd have another chance when he had more strength. For the first time in a long time Michael fell asleep with a glimmer of hope in his heart.