I was awaken early this morning by a great disturbance in the Force. It was as if hundreds of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced by the sound of heads banging against walls.
If like me, you heard those blood-curdling sounds echoing across the Mojave Desert this morning, you probably knew instantly what had happened. Somewhere, somehow and for reasons known only to himself, Virgin Galactic Founder Richard Branson had made yet another very difficult to meet prediction for the start of SpaceShipTwo’s commercial flights.
Ah, just another day here in paradise.