Water recycling technology to do just this is being tested and used on the ISS now. That's the main mission for the ISS, to sort these logistical technologies out.
If you drink your own piss untreated, you're going to die. You excrete urine for a reason; it's poison in high concentrations.
Agreed. His knowledge of the gas laws and Bernoulli's equation could also use some polishing.
I'll ignore some handwaving for the general precept of the book, as I can't think of another means to strand a single person on Mars except for some sort of slowly escalating event that forces an abort. Never mind that the dynamic pressure on Mars is minimal even in the worst of sandstorms and would never topple the MAV.
But he seemed too willing to handle a 14.7 psi pressure differential (i.e. over a ton of force on every square foot of exposed surface) with magical resin and magical canvas in the book. The movie was especially cringe-worthy in that they showed massive 6 ft diameter areas "patched" with clear plastic sheeting and duct tape. Uhhh...that sheet is holding back 60,000 lbf? Right....
Give this guy a nice itchy, squirmy, oozing protozoal infection, put a prescription of Daraprim in front of him with a price tag on it that reads the amount of profit he enjoyed from jacking up the costs.
He can have the pills after a few weeks when the insurance company would authorize the payment.
I hope that's true. I'm just curious why it was given any days to begin with. I don't see how anybody could make money selling that crap, especially having gone through all the expense to grow and ship it.
Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure I even know anyone who eats iceberg lettuce.
Yet there is a whole wall of the stuff in every supermarket I've ever been in. Somebody can't live without it apparently, not just at the fast food places - the must have iceberg lettuce in their refrigerator. In the middle of winter, I can walk into the supermarket and pick up a head of iceberg lettuce, grown in California (I live in Massachusetts). What. The. Fuck? Why? Who needs this? People feeding their pet rabbits, what?
Iceberg lettuce has NO redeeming value whatsoever. No calories to speak of, or vitamins, no flavor. The texture is easily replaceable by local seasonal varieties that actually do have flavor and vitamins and minerals.
I'm not anti-vegetable by any stretch - I garden and grow lots of vegetables myself. I won't devote a square inch of my garden to anything so worthless as iceberg lettuce, because just walking across my yard to harvest it isn't worth the effort. Why some people need it so badly that they must have it shipped cross country in winter to have it blows my mind.
So we're going to collectively shit our pants in fear every time Timmy wants to skip school, decides to Tor to the Netherlands, makes a fake Gmail account (seldombinlayd@gmail.com) and emails the principal that a jihad has been declared against the tyrannical usurpers of Al Gebra?
Did you scare people into overreacting? Yes: mission accomplished, you're a good terrorist. No: You're a bad terrorist, so don't quit your engineering day job.
Maybe Marissa is getting the hint that Yahoo is going in, so the best thing to do is to try to steer the remaining cash to her cronies (and herself) while it lasts?
The Phillips Hue Lighting service - all updates are forced and you pay a subscription fee to turn electricity to light. And you'll have to watch a 30 second add before you get to turn the light on or off.
Before the days of unibody construction, usually the lifespan of a car was dictated by how long it took for the frame to rot, up here in New England anyway. I had a series of Subarus through the 1980s and 1990s that had perfectly running powertrains, but I had to retire them when the frames rotted away. If I got 150k miles out of them I was lucky.
Now I've had a few cars (an Impreza and a Honda Civic) with unibody construction, and now they seem to be limited by powertrain. The Impreza made it to 250k miles before the rings went, followed by the transmission. The Civic is still rolling nicely and passing emissions inspections at 300k miles, though I did have to replace the head gasket last summer.
I suspect the manufacturers are realizing that quality cars == low turnover == infrequent return customers. They'd love to make the automotive equivalent of a "One Hoss-Shay" that self-destructs after 100k miles as you drive past the dealership.
From painful experience it's not just about the tensile strength, the difference in thermal expansion/contraction rate matters as well. Going from snow covered mountain peaks at -10C to a desert with +40C temperatures in just a few hours was sufficient to cause a large filling in one of my molars to expand sufficiently faster than the tooth it was in to cause the tooth to shatter. Net result: one crown, two other fillings of the same amalgam replaced just in case, and quite a large bill.
I'll wager that your teeth did not reach the extremes of -10C or +40C. That wouldn't bode well for the rest of you living. I think you had some bad dental work where a gas pocket was left under the filling.
I ordered Canadian bacon for breakfast when in St John's and got something like a boneless smoked pork chop the size of my head. I don't give a damn what you call it, it was freaking awesome.
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The ROUS will get you every time though.
Rodents of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.
Water recycling technology to do just this is being tested and used on the ISS now. That's the main mission for the ISS, to sort these logistical technologies out.
If you drink your own piss untreated, you're going to die. You excrete urine for a reason; it's poison in high concentrations.
The flame spurt - no problem. There's a popping sound preceding each; we can avoid that.
Agreed. His knowledge of the gas laws and Bernoulli's equation could also use some polishing.
I'll ignore some handwaving for the general precept of the book, as I can't think of another means to strand a single person on Mars except for some sort of slowly escalating event that forces an abort. Never mind that the dynamic pressure on Mars is minimal even in the worst of sandstorms and would never topple the MAV.
But he seemed too willing to handle a 14.7 psi pressure differential (i.e. over a ton of force on every square foot of exposed surface) with magical resin and magical canvas in the book. The movie was especially cringe-worthy in that they showed massive 6 ft diameter areas "patched" with clear plastic sheeting and duct tape. Uhhh...that sheet is holding back 60,000 lbf? Right....
I just knew Alice was up to something with Bob.
That fucking skank whore...
I know we fought to wrest Texas from Mexico back in the 1840s, but I feel this was a mistake. We should give Texas back to Mexico.
They can have California back too.
Give this guy a nice itchy, squirmy, oozing protozoal infection, put a prescription of Daraprim in front of him with a price tag on it that reads the amount of profit he enjoyed from jacking up the costs.
He can have the pills after a few weeks when the insurance company would authorize the payment.
I think iceberg's days are numbered.
I hope that's true. I'm just curious why it was given any days to begin with. I don't see how anybody could make money selling that crap, especially having gone through all the expense to grow and ship it.
Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure I even know anyone who eats iceberg lettuce.
Yet there is a whole wall of the stuff in every supermarket I've ever been in. Somebody can't live without it apparently, not just at the fast food places - the must have iceberg lettuce in their refrigerator. In the middle of winter, I can walk into the supermarket and pick up a head of iceberg lettuce, grown in California (I live in Massachusetts). What. The. Fuck? Why? Who needs this? People feeding their pet rabbits, what?
Iceberg lettuce has NO redeeming value whatsoever. No calories to speak of, or vitamins, no flavor. The texture is easily replaceable by local seasonal varieties that actually do have flavor and vitamins and minerals.
I'm not anti-vegetable by any stretch - I garden and grow lots of vegetables myself. I won't devote a square inch of my garden to anything so worthless as iceberg lettuce, because just walking across my yard to harvest it isn't worth the effort. Why some people need it so badly that they must have it shipped cross country in winter to have it blows my mind.
Think of how much acreage, water, and fertilizer is consumed to make iceberg lettuce. It conveys hardly any calories and simply gives you gas.
"Email that appeared to come from overseas"?
So we're going to collectively shit our pants in fear every time Timmy wants to skip school, decides to Tor to the Netherlands, makes a fake Gmail account (seldombinlayd@gmail.com) and emails the principal that a jihad has been declared against the tyrannical usurpers of Al Gebra?
Got it, just checking.
Did you scare people into overreacting? Yes: mission accomplished, you're a good terrorist. No: You're a bad terrorist, so don't quit your engineering day job.
You sir are an insensitive clod!
Maybe Marissa is getting the hint that Yahoo is going in, so the best thing to do is to try to steer the remaining cash to her cronies (and herself) while it lasts?
Nah...couldn't be!
The Phillips Hue Lighting service - all updates are forced and you pay a subscription fee to turn electricity to light. And you'll have to watch a 30 second add before you get to turn the light on or off.
Yes, but you won't be a target of state-sponsored terror anymore! You have to look on the bright side.
Before the days of unibody construction, usually the lifespan of a car was dictated by how long it took for the frame to rot, up here in New England anyway. I had a series of Subarus through the 1980s and 1990s that had perfectly running powertrains, but I had to retire them when the frames rotted away. If I got 150k miles out of them I was lucky.
Now I've had a few cars (an Impreza and a Honda Civic) with unibody construction, and now they seem to be limited by powertrain. The Impreza made it to 250k miles before the rings went, followed by the transmission. The Civic is still rolling nicely and passing emissions inspections at 300k miles, though I did have to replace the head gasket last summer.
I suspect the manufacturers are realizing that quality cars == low turnover == infrequent return customers. They'd love to make the automotive equivalent of a "One Hoss-Shay" that self-destructs after 100k miles as you drive past the dealership.
Real retro is wet glass slides.
Real retro is plant juice anthotypes and a long exposure pinhole camera.
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America: The Don Should Consider "Closing the Don's Pie-Hole Up In Some Way"
The recent Commercial Space Bill mandates that NASA maintains the ISS as a "viable and productive facility capable of potential U.S. utilization through at least 30 September 2024".
Moving on is hard to do sometimes.
ISIS might "disrupt" her snizz with a snuke!
I love Linux Mint, but the start menu and file folder lag on access is a silly nuisance and it makes the whole seem amateurish when it really isn't.
I'd love to see that issue go away. Otherwise it's a really nice OS.
From painful experience it's not just about the tensile strength, the difference in thermal expansion/contraction rate matters as well. Going from snow covered mountain peaks at -10C to a desert with +40C temperatures in just a few hours was sufficient to cause a large filling in one of my molars to expand sufficiently faster than the tooth it was in to cause the tooth to shatter. Net result: one crown, two other fillings of the same amalgam replaced just in case, and quite a large bill.
I'll wager that your teeth did not reach the extremes of -10C or +40C. That wouldn't bode well for the rest of you living. I think you had some bad dental work where a gas pocket was left under the filling.
I ordered Canadian bacon for breakfast when in St John's and got something like a boneless smoked pork chop the size of my head. I don't give a damn what you call it, it was freaking awesome.
They hate it when you do that!