The diaper is just so oddly out of place, not to imply that there is a "normal" for the remainder of the scenario, just, well... yeah, the diaper part really makes it weird. Er. Weirder.

I could've gone the rest of my life without knowing astronauts wear diapers during takeoff and landing.

I mean, that has to be a rather unique state of mind, wouldn't you say?

Good God. Let's hope so.

They started during the House Hotting, and they're still here: the Google ads asking, "Are you bipolar?"

eclectic, that is certainly what caught my attention. Apparently that woman grew up in this area, so it's on the news all the time here now.

bucky, that's what I'm talking about. Leave a little mystique, please!

ck, it reminds me of the story I posted here a while back about the therapist gone wild. Every now and then, someone who has otherwise been an exemplary citizen, just goes plum apeshit! Could it happen to any of us? hmmm...

"that has to be a rather unique state of mind, wouldn't you say?"

To answer your question--Depends.

Depends--get it? God I kill me.:)

Oh late to the gate and someone steals my depends comment. (pouting)
There is just no way on Earth or any other planet for that matter.

I wouldn't think of violence anyway. Too messy, too much work, and too much chance to get caught.

That being said, this one really fits your blog title, What Was I Thinking?.

The thing that kills me is that she must have gone through all kinds of psychological evaluations in order to become an astronaut--how did she/this slip through?

Maybe it was caused by the lack of oxygen in space.

william, you kill me, too. Are you on some really good cold meds? I love a man with a dozen donuts and a bad pun ;)

loislane, that william is just too quick. But you raise an interesting possibility -- perhaps this is acceptable behavior in one of the other galaxies she's been to ...

squirl, yep, what indeed. And you have a point; I would be far too lazy to get violent over love. Romantic love, that is.

shawkey, that is true; I'm sure they test the heck out of them to make sure they won't crack under such unusual conditions. But that doesn't mean they won't crack under matters of the heart, I guess. And you may have just hit upon what she'll use as her defense ;)

You know, if the dude WAS cheating on her, she should be glad to get rid of him. That type of situation isn't worth the time of day much less a nice, warm and moist drive cross-country.

She's a Space Cadet, what do you expect?

I started out trying to come up with a thoughtful response to your question, Susie. But then the topic of diapers on heads came up and now I'm beset by images (plural thanks to Flickr) of Bucky with her underwear, plastic bags, and probably Alcazar's tie on her head, and well...it didn't happen.

I kept my eye on that story yesterday, and told Deputy Dad about it last night. It has to be one of the most bizarre news stories I've ever seen.

Deputy Dad's comment? "And they let her go in SPACE?!?"

It's all over the news here too - totally weird!

My sister told me tonight that one of her friends worked for a long time last year on an event for 3 astronauts who came to visit her University and she was one of them. Apparently she wasn't in nappy-wearing mode at that point and seemed perfectly nice and sane! :)

This particular astro-nut must have must have picked up some form of space illness during her stay on the space station. You know the kind of illness: like in the movie Alien.

Now I know how to make it to Phoenix and save an hour. :P No bathroom breaks . . .
So I asked John would you drive across the country with a diaper on your head to save me? What, he asked. Well Susie's husband said he would to save her.
John, said it "depends" on if it is clean or dirty.
Unique state of mind indeed.

Mr. Eclectic states unequivocally that he will wear a diaper on his head to save me IF, and ONLY IF, the diaper is dry, AND, an insane astronaut is trying to kill me. Those are the conditions. I thought you'd want to know.

mrB, yet another bizarre part is, she is married, and the guy she didn't want the other woman to have isn't even her boyfriend. You with me? I mean, the whole thing seems to be mostly in her head. And her diaper.

htgt, you are so right; Bucky could do a very fine photo essay depicting these events :)

ladybug, or one might ask, "They let her come BACK?!"

platy, hee, you said nappy :) I think part of what intrigues me about stories like this (well, not EXACTLY like this, because really, I NEVER) but when the really respectable go really wacky. I'm sure she has always looked really good on the outside. You don't get to drive one of them thar rocket ships if you are obviously in outer space (before takeoff). Just fascinating human behavior.

ssnick, astro-nut :) You can join Shawkey on the defense team.

nina, why do I fear that any day Dr. John is going to ground you from coming here? You go back to him with the wackiest questions, and let's face it, the man knows from wacky! I'm glad he lets you play here ;)

eclectic, now between you and Nina, I feel I must ask Jif if he'd like to add a caveat to his declaration! And tell Mr. E to put that diaper on his head right now, because really, how do we KNOW there isn't an insane astronut stalking you right this minute? Hmm?

I knew better than to ask Hubby if he would drive cross-country wearing a diaper on his head to save me. He probably would ground me from coming here... and truthfully, if he said "yes", I would have to wonder about HIS mental status...

Oy vey the craziness...

That man of yours, he's a dedicated mutha alright.

You'd THINK they would psychologically test the hell out of them but a news show I watched said they get a two hour eval when they start the NASA program and then nothing ever again.

Makes you wonder what other festering freakshows are in stressful/vital/important/life-saving/authoritative jobs out there. *shiver*

Aw, a discussion about crazy turned into something romantic! Who couldn't love a man with a diaper on his head in such a scenario? My husband sometimes wears his shirts in-side-out. I don't know why. He just does. Okay, it's an attention to detail thing. He turned it right-side-out today -- just for me!! I'm not gonna ask about the diaper. I'll settle for the shirt.

ck, don't do anything to get grounded from here; but I'll bet Hubby would wear a diaper on his head, and are you saying that the husbands heretofore represented may have mental problems?

amy, yes, OY.

kranki, interesting. I have known some VERY crazy Secret Service and FBI types. Not enough testing, I guess. Although, bright, crazy people can get around the testing easily enough. I mean, they gave me a therapist's license, didn't they? MWAHHAHAHAHAAA!

lynn, see, I didn't even realize we had gone from crazy to romantic. Funny how often that's not such a long distance to travel ;) And of course now I'm wondering why the hell he wears his shirts that way! But you're right; if he's prone to the unusual in dress anyway, you probably don't want to plant that diaper seed ;)