Anyone know how I can contact the production company that makes [i]MythBusters[/i]?

This is a serious question, not related to today’s date.

I need to contact someone, a producer will do, that works on MythBusters to inquire about the blast boxes they use whenever they blow something up. I have need of something like this for work, and what I want to know is if they made their own, or bought a commercial product.

I made official inquiries to Discovery, and they have no information because the show is an independent production. Any Dopers happen to know contact information, or even better, happen to know someone who works on the show that I could ask?

www.m5industries.com

(discovery.com got me there)

They have contact addresses and emails.

Where do you work that you need a safe place to blow things up?

And are they hiring?

NASA. We need a place to hide when the robotic airplane we fly goes berserk. Seriously.

Thank you!

A bug in the FOF software?

Possibly, but the most likely cause would be a loss of the telemetry stream.

And a big thank you to FilmGeek. I’ve been exchanging e-mail with Jamie himself. :cool:

I anybody else bothered by the fact that NASA needs to ask someone else how to make a blast shield? I mean, they’ve been working with explosives for HOW long???

The task was to research a commercial product that’s portable, and see through. We happen to do the permanent, opaque shields quite well, thank you very much.

You mean you don’t already know each other from the “Nyaa Nyaa Nyaa Our Jobs Are Better Than Yours” message board discussion group?

grumble, grumble, never let ME blow up anything at work, mutter, grumble

In all honesty, and I can say this because I’ve met you, vunderbob, but I hate your guts. :slight_smile:

Sure, it may be the telemetry stream, but have you guys considered using a monkey? Worked in that Matthew Broderick movie.

Still pissed because I wanted to go shooting in **Avarie’s ** back yard?
:stuck_out_tongue:

Apropos of nothing, I was at Marshall Space Flight Center relating to work, and the camera operator there told us that currently they set up at 4000 and 8000 yards from the shuttle launch pad when they film the launches. He says at 4000 yards, the shockwave will flutter your shirt. At any rate, just up the road from his office there was a memorial, or mock up of the launch pad of the original test rockets (Atlas? I don’t remember). So there on the pad was a rocket, not terribly large, but big enough, and not 100 yards away, was a big mound of dirt with a big steel door. His comment? “Yeah, the Germans liked to be up close and personal with their rockets”. :stuck_out_tongue:

Take care,

GES

Now, I’ve been involved in some spectacular RC plane crashes, but REALLY!

[shakes head] Ah, boys and their toys…

How big is this thing you’re flying?

And didn’t you read any of Isaac Asimov’s stories growing up? You guys obviously need a good robot psychologist on hand so your robo-planes can have quality therapy instead of being left in suicidal despair. :smiley:

And I don’t find it at all reassuring that NASA staffers are now doing research on this message board. I mean, it’s all very flattering to us, but you’d think NASA would have this in hand already. You can put a man on the moon yadda-yadda-yadda but you don’t have transparent, portable blast-bunkers? Yeah, yeah - probably different department, right? :smiley:

1:18 scale 757 and L-1011. Eleven feet long and wingspan, a couple hundred pounds in weight, cruise at about 90 knots, and have real turbine engines.

Did he just yadda-yadda Neil Armstrong?

Ages ago I read a book written by a guy who was one of the engineers at Peenemunde when they were working on the V-2. He told of a morning early on when they were doing one of the first test launches. He wasn’t part of the launch crew so instead of being at the site, he was walking along the beach about a half mile away. There were some off-duty soldiers lounging on the sand dunes, and a friend of his was about fifty yards away. He was walking towards his friend to say something to him when the rocket went up, got to about a half mile high, then rolled on its side and headed right at them.

The soldiers “vanished like dust blown off a shelf” and he and the friend started running towards a nearby bunker. The friend made it but the writer saw he wouldn’t and threw himself flat an instant before the impact. When the trucks pulled up a minute later, the two of them were standing on the lip of a twenty-foot deep crater looking at a collection of flattened rocket parts. Old habits die hard, I guess.

DD

I am so f***ing jealous.