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Commercial Jetpacks

It is the perfect way for city high-fliers to miss the morning rush hour. A company is set toproduceAthe first commercial jetpacks - and one could be yours for just £50,000.A TheAtrafficAjam-beating packs will be manufactured after a multi-million pound deal was signed with an internationalAaircraftAcompany this week.

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Gamers can try NYC river ditching

A free computer game has gone online that challenges players to become the next "Hero on the Hudson" by safely landing a virtual passenger jet on the New York City waterway.

The streamed game warns players that both jet engines are disabled, it is impossible to make it to an airport, and they must ditch in the Hudson River in a virtual version of the US Airways miracle landing on January 15.

"The fate of the passengers is in your hands," reads an introductory page of the game available online at www.tastyplay.com.

Players then use left and right arrow keys to keep an animated jet parallel to the surface of the onscreen river as it makes an emergency descent with dark smoke billowing from its engines.

Level landings are rewarded with a banner proclaiming the player a hero as tiny figures representing passengers file onto the wings. Sloppy landings are met with the sight and sound of a sinking jet.

The pilot of the US Airways jet that ditched in icy waters off New York in real life was hailed as a hero for coolly saving 155 passengers and crew.

The former fighter pilot was lauded for smoothly ditching the jet belly-first onto the Hudson River.

The soft landing allowed passengers to safely escape from the stricken craft.

Via -> smh.com.au

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Japanese Show of the Week #21

This may be the single funniest video on the internet.

Gap Evacuee Tells Story

The black van slid to a halt and the good doctor ejected himself from the shotgun seat. a€oeWea€™re evacuating!a€A he said, as he and two friends race-walked toward his house, next door to ours. Hea€™d had to talk his way past the police to get up the hill from Cathedral Oaks, sliding by only because his friends from Carp had left two Labs in his back yard before theya€™d gone to dinner.

Suzanne and I had been having our own dinner on Thursday evening when the lights finally died, after a half-hour of fritzing televisions and power-surging phone messages. We were in the Dream House, the one wea€™d bought in 2001 and moved into exactly one month ago. Wea€™d nested after extensive renovation, doing all the little things you do to make a place yours, down to the anal stuff of alphabetizing books by author, within categories, or happily noting when the hummingbirds found the feeder. When I flew back to the Chicago area for my last graduation as a professor and to check out our for-sale house there, the going-away salutations were tearful but Ia€™d already moved West in my head. I missed our cocoon. via independent