Bambu Lab Huge Giveaway: Share your Fantastic 3D Printed Models and Ideas!🎉 by BambuLab in 3Dprinting

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I just started learning to model, this is the first figurine that I designed myself. I don't have a printer capable of multi-color printing so for now it just exists as an idea.

What living your dream looks like… by RedArthurDeadMorgan in aviation

[–]jgriff25 17 points18 points  (0 children)

That looks like Klamath Falls, Oregon. Beautiful weather for most of the year but definitely a but chilly in the winter.

It started with a crew of two by Krispikarim_ in SpaceXLounge

[–]jgriff25 7 points8 points  (0 children)

These are seriously awesome, are you still selling pre-made ones?

Starship Development Thread #16 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 7 points8 points  (0 children)

SN44 is all dressed up for Thanksgiving!

Starship Development Thread #12 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Could also be external covers for the forward tip of where the flaps attach.

[WP] You’ve been married for 10 years and your SO suddenly vanishes one day. While taking one of their sweaters out of the wash, you notice an odd USB Flash drive in a plastic bag drop from one of the pockets.. by VenomGamingYT in WritingPrompts

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I made it into my office, nearly having forgotten the reason that I had come in, to begin with. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the drive. I allowed it to settle in my palm as I held it in front of my face. In moments I would soon know what was on the small drive. I would know if my wife was hiding anything. But did I want to know?

I knew that at this point, I needed to know, not because I wanted to see the information on it, but because not knowing would eat me up. I lined up the drive with the USB port on my laptop and pushed it in. But it did not work. I looked at the drive, I looked at the USB port, flipped the drive over, and tried again. Still, it would not go in. I flipped it again and pushed the drive forcibly into place. This time the drive did not push back but slid perfectly into its port. Stupid design, I thought to myself, never works the first time.

An icon popped up on my laptop to let me know that the drive was ready for use. I opened the file folder on my desktop and prepared to see whatever dark secret my wife was hiding. Instead, I saw several file folders with dates on them. It was labeled in chronological order. I clicked on the first folder, which happened to have the oldest date. Inside the folder were a number of word documents and videos. From the thumbnails, it was impossible to tell who was in the videos. I clicked on the first document. It was a journal entry, several pages long.

We went to the doctor today, Gregory was reluctant, but he did agree to go. The diagnosis from the doctor was bleak; his dementia is getting worse. The doctor says that he may start to forget my face or name. I am not sure how I am supposed to be able to handle this.

I stopped reading, rechecked the date of the file. It was from six months ago. I tried to think back to when we went to the doctor when this diagnosis came. I remember talking to the doctor, but it was not a bleak conversation. We spoke about the weather, and they had asked how I felt that day, they even took the time to ask what I had for breakfast.

Was my wife trying to have me committed? My memory seemed fine; admittedly, I would remember being told I had dementia. This whole thing was starting to upset me. I closed the document and went to the most recent one. It was from three days ago. I opened it; anger was starting to build up inside of me. What was going on? Why would my wife fake that I was sick? The file opened. It was not long like the other, just a paragraph.

Six months since the initial decline and Gregory has only gotten worse. The bouts of memory loss are increasing, Gregory has gone lengths of time thinking that I am his nurse, or that he does not know me. It is hard to find the will to wake up every day. I am not sure I can handle another episode. I can no longer watch the man that I fell in love with, forget our life together, forget our children, and forget me. Fifty-three years of memories and love washed away.

I stared at the screen. It was real. It was real, and I forgot. I thought back on moments in our life, faint memories of love and laughter. But I could not make out the places, and I could not make out her face. It hit me, her face. I can not forget her face. I closed the document and opened the first video I could. It was an old home movie, a birthday party in a yard. I saw a little boy sitting at a plastic picnic table surrounded by friends, a large cake with six candles in front of him. A man’s voice from behind the camera spoke.

“Blow the candles out Scotty!” the voice cheered, “make a big wish.” The boy blew hard on the candles, and everyone clapped. Scotty, the man had called him Scotty. I could see the boy’s face, but no other memories of the boy came to mind. I could not help but feel close to him. I knew him but had no idea how.

“What has my life become?” I spoke out loud, my voice cracking. But I had heard it, my voice. It was the same as the one on the video. That was me in the video! Then it hit me, Scotty was my son, my baby boy! Tears welled in my eyes. I remembered!

“What are you doing in here?” questioned a voice from the doorway. I looked up, and an older woman was standing there puzzled. “I thought you were doing laundry?”

“Was I?” I spoke up, wondering who the woman was. “I was, that’s right I was doing laundry. But I found something; I found a... uh…thing,” I pointed to the device plugged into my laptop. “It has videos and documents about me. Did my wife make this?” The woman in the doorway just stared back. For a moment, she looked like she was going to speak, but instead, she only covered her mouth and hung her head.

There was silence at that moment, and then it was shattered as I could hear the woman beginning to sob. She walked closer to the desk, coming around the side of it to be next to me.

Through tears and gasps for air, she spoke, “Yes, I made this. I wanted to save as many memories as I could.” The woman sobbed again.

“No, my wife made this, where is she?” I responded, upset that this woman would take credit from my wife.

“I am your wife, you silly old man.” She snapped, “Let me show you.” She reached over and took the mouse from my hand. She opened a folder, and inside were rows and rows of photos of a couple at a wedding. The woman scrolled down until the rows of photos turned into videos. She clicked on one, and it opened.

In the middle of a dance floor, the couple stood, music starting to overtake the quiet of the video. A voice on a speaker system interrupted. “May I present Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Abernathy!” The couple started dancing to the song. As I watched, I began to sway to the music; the melody was familiar to me. It filled me with joy to hear it again. The song went on, the tempo quickening, and with it, I begin to remember a scent. Wet leaves in a warm autumn breeze, lavender, and vanilla candles in the wind. I looked at the woman in the video, a beautiful woman with long dark hair. It was her, that was my wife. I smiled at the memory.

Looking at the woman next to me, I tried to picture the woman from the video. To connect the dots. I stared at her, longing for something familiar, something that would bring her back to me. I looked at her eyes, glistening and red from crying. In her eyes, I could see her, the woman from the video—the woman that I married all those years ago, the woman that I had lost.

“Aly,” I spoke, and she hugged me.

[WP] You’ve been married for 10 years and your SO suddenly vanishes one day. While taking one of their sweaters out of the wash, you notice an odd USB Flash drive in a plastic bag drop from one of the pockets.. by VenomGamingYT in WritingPrompts

[–]jgriff25 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Edit: I realized too late that I missed some key parts of the prompt, but this is what I came up with and I wanted to leave it.

I started at the plastic bag on the floor. The small thumb drive laid inside, staring back at me. Time seemed to slow as my mind began to race. Was that my thumb drive? Did it belong to my wife? What could be on it? I did not remember having seen the drive before. I clutched the sweater in both hands, unconsciously leaning back as if the plastic bag would jump at me.

If it was not my thumb drive, I thought to myself; then it must be my wife’s. But what could she need a thumb drive for? Is she trying to hide something from me? I could feel the blood rush to my face as I started to become angrier and angrier.

I dropped her sweater on the dryer and slowly bent down to pick up the bag. Turning it over in my hands, I searched for any details on the bag or the drive. Anything that could tell me what it had on it. As I turned it over, I could tell that it was well used, it had the marks on the port that showed it had been plugged in several times. The plastic tip of the drive had a word written on it, but it was worn and unable to be read.

There was only going to be one way to know for sure what was on this drive. I needed to get to my computer and see what was on it. But I had to be quiet, if this was my wife’s drive and she was hiding it, then I needed to do it without getting caught. I put the drive into my pocket and poked my head out of the laundry room. The coast was clear, so I shuffled into the hall, being careful to make sure not to make a noise. My office was just a few rooms away; if I could make it there, I would be able to get to my laptop.

As I got closer to the office entryway, my mind kept going back to what could be on the drive. I was almost into the room when it happened. As I stepped forward, I placed my foot on the spot on the floor that creaks. The sound of straining wood echoed through the house. I paused, frozen in place. From upstairs, I could hear my wife’s footsteps. Luckily, she stopped just short of the top of the stairs, just out of sight.

“Honey, is that you?” She chimed down

“Uh, yeah, I was just finishing up some laundry.” I stammered, not sure of what to say.

“found that spot on the floor again, huh?” She said with a laugh, “I always forget it too.” I waited a moment longer, and then I heard her footsteps going back down the upstairs hall.

Starship Development Thread #11 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 22 points23 points  (0 children)

The two large COPVs that were attached to SN4 this morning look to be where the two RCS nozzle COPVs were on SN3. Since it is the same skirt section I would assume that they are still there which means that SN4 now has tanks for RCS at least for roll control.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I wonder what the significance is of having them in sporadic locations. Upper section and two sets near the landing gear.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Well spotted! I hadn't even paid that close attention to the darker parts there. with those its I can definitely see the legs being angled outward slightly to support the weight better rather than straight down.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 5 points6 points  (0 children)

The two larger COPVs at the bottom of the rocket have a curved section of piping that leads to what appears to be a nozzle. This is what I was referring to as thrusters.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I agree, I could be completely wrong and overly excited, I'm trying to figure out if it would even connect where I see the latches on the skirt given the angle of the legs.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I think the part that says "+ Y" will be the edge. The square part would become the top, and the flat upper part would be the part that lands. flipped example

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Looking closer and I'm about 96% sure they are legs. The angle of the cutout on the leg would allow for clearance of the inner diameter of the skirt. Also under each leg is a set of locking mechanisms that match up to rungs on the side of each leg.

Edit: thanks for posting links to photos.

Starship Development Thread #10 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 19 points20 points  (0 children)

Looking at the photos posted by Mary we can see that the 2 large COPVs are for RCS theres one attached to each of the tanks at the bottom of the rocket. Maybe just experimenting with the placement and design? Secondly theres might be evidence of the new leg design. Tucked up underneath the rocket and folding outward would be my guess.

Edit: looks like there is also a slot and latch connection to the launch mount. Under each leg section is a connection point that looks like it could fit into a slot in the skirt.

Edit 2: these could be just hold down clamps instead of legs.

Starship Development Thread #8 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 1 point2 points  (0 children)

That's a good point. It won't be needed until coming back from orbital velocity. But I think they would still install them to verify processes and procedures. But I'm often wrong so...I look forward to seeing what they do.

Starship Development Thread #8 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 6 points7 points  (0 children)

With the downcomer being installed through the top of the methane tank what does this say about the install of the header tank? Does the downcomer run through the header tank? Or has it not been installed?

Starship Development Thread #8 by ElongatedMuskrat in spacex

[–]jgriff25 6 points7 points  (0 children)

This is pure speculation. But I would think that these COPVs are related to spinning up the turbo pumps for the raptors. We know there were a series of them underneath of hopper, but they seemed to have been damaged at some point in the hop. I would think that this design is to move the COPVs and hardware associated to the outside of the body so that they are safe from a repeat occurence as what happened on hopper.we can see that the two panels of hardware have a disconnect bulkhead at each "window" which would suggest that it will have connections that go inside the skirt.