By all rational standards, sending humans into space is a silly idea. Unlike machines, humans breathe, eat and poop all the time. So manned spacecrafts are constantly busy just keeping humans alive. They barely get anything productive done because of this distraction. Rationally, their resources would be much better invested in diagnostics, payload, and maybe a few robots operated from Earth. Most valuable science comes from unmanned spacecrafts these days. There is no good reason to send humans into space anymore, and the only reason we're doing it anyway is because we can.
That's why I'm so embarrassed to admit that I keep getting a thrill from watching Space Shuttle launches at
NASA TV. I am awed by the movies from space, the pictures of Earth, the saltos the astronauts make once they're in orbit and gravity is gone. And even before the launch, I keep admiring all the technology that goes into such a launch, the training of the astronauts, and lots of other things. Sometimes it reaches absurd extremes. It puts me on the edge of my chair when the announcer says "We are now working with a 60% chance of a no-go", when the last figure was 70%. This total lapse of my rationality is nothing short of pitiful.
Am I crazy? Is there help for me -- perhpaps a 12-step program? Or is my only hope that some cyborg from the future terminates me and puts an end to my miserable space-junkie existence?