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Fun with Fog Generators
BoomZilla writes "Only
10 or so shopping days to Halloween. If you're at a loss for a project
this weekend check out gotfog.com for
a full set of detailed instructions on the construction of a Fog
chiller. "What's a fog chiller?" you may ask. And rightly so.
Let me explain. A fog machine dumps fog juice on a heating plate to
produce oodles of the white, floaty stuff. Problem is that it doesn't
hug the ground like you see in the movies. An alternative that is employed
to create the ground-hugging variety of fog is a dry ice machine (which
heats up dry ice and disperses the resultant cloud of fog). The problem is
that dry ice is (a) expensive and (b) not always that easy to get. Enter
the fog chiller. The chiller can be built very inexpensively (major cost
is the sacrifice of a largish cooler) and works with a regular fog machine
that consumes low-cost fog juice. Go on, give it a try. You know you want
to. And just imagine the look on the faces of your little ghouls and
ghosts come the 31st when your house looks like boot hill on steroids."
(c) could get you put on a list of suspected pot growers faster than a subscription to High Times.
Why is Triangle Man so MEAN?
Heh... they'll need a lot more than a Fog Chiller to cool down their overheating processors as the /. wave hits ;)
And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
My friend bought a fog machine for his dorm room last year, and because he thought his fire alarm was heat and not particle detecting, he filled his room with fog. Turns out, it was a particle detector after all, the fire alarm went off, school security came and made fun of him mercilessly for intentionally filling a room with smoke... then they wrote him up. It was funny...
Once upon a time...
This chilled fog could be useful for overclocking! Imagine a Beowulf cluster of these!
-- Ed Avis ed@membled.com
And just imagine the look on the faces of your little ghouls and ghosts come the 31st when your house looks like boot hill on steroids.
:)
Or you could just use mustard gas instead of some silly fog, that'll teach the little buggers right enough and betcha they wont come around bothering you the next year anymore.
The problem with dry ice is there are organised networks that specialise in stealing it. I've tried to dry ice several times (by leaving it out in the sun) and when I got back it was all gone.
RMN
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And gosh, come to think of it, who'd ever have thought that smoke coming out of your case was an indication of a successful mod?
A couple years ago I was working at Guitar Center and our store manager had just been promoted to regional manager so we had a new manager coming in. They went out to lunch to go over some store specifics and one of them employees decided to break out the fog machine and fill up the new managers office. They came back from lunch everyone said their goodbyes and he left. The new manager introduced himself to everyone then went into the back to check out his office. Bye now the room was absolutely packed with "strawberry" fog, he opened the door, walked in, and sat down like nothing was wrong. :)
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I've always wanted to find cannabis oil, if such a thing exists - imagine, a few drops of that, mixed with the fog juice - man, what a party!!
If all the world's a stage, anyone who says they want better lighting spends far too much time in a dark theatre.
"Only 10 or so shopping days to Halloween." I never really thought of this as an issue...
This page was generated by a Barrel of Circus Midgets, and that is the way I like it!!!
Plenty of it around. It certainly makes oodles of thick, ground-hugging fog, especially on a humid or drizzling day. Careful not to "burn" yourself with it, though.
My father used to (jokingly) complain about neighborhood kids on our lawn. (There never were, which was part of the joke.) Then he would confide that he knew the perfect way to keep them off the lawn.
Land mines.
"Tough on that first kid, but they learn quickly," he'd add.
You cannot apply a technological solution to a sociological problem. (Edwards' Law)
In only a few hours, I will be helping in the construction of one of these! We already have all of the materials.
A fog chiller like this will work almost as well as a professional one. The professional fog coolers essentially blow the fog through an refrigerator evaporator.
Halloween of 1994, I had the police at my house 6 times, each time with them begging me to stop doing what I was doing... he so badly wanted a reason to arrest me, but could think of none.
Picture it: The doorbell was connected through an optocoupler to my computer's keyboard. Everytime the doorbell rang, there was a pause (as the stereo audio file loaded) then a loud scream played from a speaker (left) hidden in the trunk of one of the cars in the driveway. The right channel had a nasty kind of chewing sound, and it was played through a speaker hidden in the engine compartment of another car which was parked close to the door.
My roommate and I were car nuts, and we had a junked Toyota that we were waiting for the scrapyard to haul off. With the chain hoist, we put it on its side in the front yard, with a mannequin's arm sticking out from underneath. We hooked its electrical system up to a car battery charger and left some of the parking lights on, with a turnblinker flashing and the AM radio playing quietly inside.
I was working in the professional sound and lighting business then, so I borrowed a fog machine, fog chiller and 6,000 watts of Leko stagelighting.
The fog machine and the chiller from work went outside to provide a ground mist, but not too much. I needed for the kids to see, by the light of the flashing signal, the arm sticking out from under the Toyota.
The Lekos and my own fog machine were set up inside. The Leko dimmer pack was powered off the 40 amp 240V service to the stove outlet, and all 6 lights, at 1000W apiece, were pointed and focused to a point 1 foot outside of my front door.
And then there was the chainsaw. Beg, borrow, steal or rent a chainsaw. Take off the chain and protect the kids from the potentially sharp edge of the chain guide with a rubber edging like people use around the outlines of their car doors.
The Spectacle:
Mom or Dad would stand at the end of the driveway as Little Tommy would walk past the Toyota with the flashing lights and the arm poking out of the ground mist.
Little Tommy, dressed in his finest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles costume would press the doorbell. He'd hear the ring of the bell, then a couple of seconds later, the scream from the trunk of one of the cars he'd just passed. Gradually, he'd become aware of a wet chewing sound right behind him.
If Little Tommy was still standing at the door by the time I got downstairs, he'd be greeted to the sound of the door opening, and a wall of fog in front of him; invisible foggy blackness.
Of course, wearing black and a black ski mask, I'd be standing there watching the look of fear on the kid's face as it flashed on and off in time with the doomed Toyota's right turn. And then, just when we thought Tommy was getting ready to leave, Mike would kick the foot-pedal that turned on all 6kW of stagelights, focused right at the kid's face.
Blinded and disoriented, Little Tommy would start to retreat as I started up the chainsaw. And his first sight of me would be the silhouette, through the fog, of a black shadow with a running gas chainsaw.
Frozen, the kid would stand there, a deer caught in the headlights, as the chainsaw-wielding black shadow pressed the blade of the saw to his neck and revved the motor.
Of course at this point, the parent, standing at the end of the driveway, would feel that Little Tommy was in mortal danger, scream, drop the bag of candy, and attempt to rescue him from the chainsaw which would have already taken off the kid's head if it still had a chain.
The next morning, I had 4 broken windows, hate messages spray-painted onto the side of my roommate's car, the smell of two-cycle oil in my living room, and a hell of a lot of toilet paper and broken eggs to clean up. But I only had to give out 1/2 bag of candies, so I think I did okay.
Linux isn't ready for the desktop yet.
Fire and Meat. Yummy.