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I'll give it closer to a 10. The ping analysis done by the Inmarsat folks apparently reduced the search area to about three percent of the southern arc, still a large area, but a lot smaller than a few days ago. I also heard that the aircraft's 'black box' will continue to send out a radio signal for another week to ten days before its battery dies. That seems to be the best window of opportunity for finding the wreckage from a distance and I'm sure there will be a lot of folks trying before that signal goes dark. After that, I think it will be like looking for a sub in a large area of the ocean floor. The guy who found the Titanic has offered his services and I think his deep-diving submarine is at the scene or on the way. I'll continue to avoid speculating on what actually caused the plane to go off course in the first place but I think it's noteworthy that, once the plane did change course soon after the last voice contact, it seems to have continued on at roughly the same speed, in the same direction, and at the same altitude until it ran out of fuel. That suggests that there was no human intervention after the initial change of course and soon after the last voice contact, and that would seem to suggest that the pilots were somehow incapacitated and no one else was at the controls either. A breach of the fuselage, either through an equipment failure, or an explosive device in the cargo hold, would be consistent with the pilots' losing consciousness, along with passengers and crew, but I don't see how such a failure could also have also turned off the various pieces of signaling equipment. That's where the 'black box' will come in handy and I'll predict that this will be one of the last flights we'll see with all the flight data and cockpit recordings consigned to a single device that has to be located and recovered with fingers crossed.

Wonder why they don't transmit moving aircraft data back to some satellite receiver instead of storing it on a 'black box' that may never be found. At least for large commercial aircraft. And, if not all data, then at least GPS coordinates. It shouldn't cost any more than even the occasional massive search like this one. And it may even provide a deterrent if the pilot or hijacker knows it can't be turned off. I'm sure there's some excellent reason that this information needs to sink to the bottom of the sea, along with the plane, but it eludes me at the moment.

I wouldn't throw any of them out of bed, although with that last version I might encourage him to keep his head under the covers.

If you're lucky.

Congrats!

And why stop there?

Minsk or Bust!

Really enjoyable post, Planetime, as always. You say your trip is routine, without a lot of excitement, but it's just the kind of vacation that I would enjoy, and I thank you for sharing it.

Happy Fifty-First Birthday!

I wonder if Clapper still has that call I made to Domino's a few months back. I could swear they offered me a free order of breadsticks.

Why Paddy's Not At Work Today

Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. Brenda, may I come in? I've somethin' to tell ya. Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband? That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery... Oh, God no! Please don't tell me. I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry. Finally, she looked up. How did it happen, Tim? It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned. Faith an' Begorrah! But you must tell me the truth, Tim. Did he at least go quickly? Well, Brenda... No. In fact, he got out three times to pee.

Never been very good with metric. Hmm, lessee . . . 20cm ÷ 2.54cm/in = 7.87in

Shazam!

Wonder how they get it into the bottle.

Over-the-top insult jokes have always been a treat. Last time I saw a mouth like that it had a hook in it!

It's important to pick the right moment.

Hurry, Jeeves, light a match!

Full you say?!

Eccellente! They'll go pazzo in Milan!

Loved that book! And, as the reviewer says, a wonderful backstory. Thanks for posting.

I'm for progress as much as the next guy but, unless this thing pings my electric skillet to have a crispy pound waiting for me when I'm out of the shower, why would I want this? Seems a little like culinary blue balls.

Lucky only half of them showed up.