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Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984

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  1. 8 hours ago, Alpo said:

    I'm watching The Adventures of Superman. This one

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    Little girl won a contest and Supes flies her around the world.

     

    As they about to leave the Planet building, he says, "We'll be back in a couple of hours".

     

    Circumference of the earth is just under 25,000 miles. So if they're going to do that in 2 hours, they're going to be flying 12,500 mph.

     

    Talk about your windburn.

    The circumference of the earth is 25,000 miles but if one does not fly a maximum circle around the planet it will be a lot less, but still a lot of miles.

  2. Found on the web..
     

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    Big ones and testing…

     

    Back then, the Mariana Trench was the Mount Everest of the deep – a place where humans theorized life couldn't exist under the crushing weight of the ocean.

    The Trieste, the bathyscaphe used on this daring mission, was more of a scientific experiment than a proven piece of technology.

    Jacques Piccard, the vessel's designer, was a savy engineer, but the only way to truly test the Trieste's limits was in the abyss itself.

    Understanding the immense pressure was key.

    For every 33 feet of depth, the pressure increases by one atmosphere, roughly 15 pounds per square inch.

    At the Challenger Deep, the deepest point in the Trench, the pressure exceeded 16,000 pounds per square inch – the equivalent of a sedan resting on your big toe.

    To survive, the Trieste needed a remarkably strong pressure sphere.

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    Piccard designed one from thick steel with a conical design to better distribute stress - much like an egg is surprisingly hard to crush when squeezed from top to bottom.

    Yet, theory and steel could only offer so much reassurance.

    The Trieste was meticulously tested in progressively deeper dives, each one pushing the limits while engineers scrutinized every weld and rivet.

    Like a fighter pilot pushing an untested aircraft to the edge of its performance envelope, the team treated each dive as a potential failure point.

    But every descent, every cautious increase in pressure, brought them closer to their goal.

    As they ventured deeper, they encountered a world utterly foreign to their own.

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    Bioluminescent creatures flickered in the darkness, proving life found a way to prosper even under such extremes.

    This also offered subtle reassurance - if fragile creatures could exist in the Trench, perhaps the Trieste could as well.

    Still, risk followed them like an unseen predator.

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    In 1960, Jacques Piccard and Don Walsh climbed into this precarious metal bubble, knowing it was their only shot at becoming the first humans to reach the crushing abyss of the Challenger Deep.

    They also knew it could be the last time they ever set their eyes on a world above the abyss.

    The descent was a test of nerve against a relentless, unseen pressure.

    Imagine squeezing yourself into a cramped steel ball, the porthole the size of a dinner plate offering the only glimpse of a world growing ever darker and colder.

    Every tick of the depth gauge was a beat of your heart echoing the immense pressure threatening to implode the vessel.

    The porthole, already scratched and hazed from previous dives, could give way at any moment, turning the Trieste into a watery tomb.

    Their only relief was knowing that death would be instant.

    The steel groaned under the many billions of tons of weight pushing down on it from above.

    Four hours and forty-seven minutes later, the instruments rasped a depth of 35,813 feet.

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    They were at the bottom of the world, surrounded by a darkness so profound it seemed to swallow light itself.

    Here, on the ocean floor, the silence was absolute, broken only by the hum of their life-support systems, a fragile counterpoint to the unimaginable pressure trying to crush them.

    They spent a harrowing twenty minutes in this alien realm, until a crack spawned on the outer plexiglass window.

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    History had been made and they would not tempt fate for any longer

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  3. Copied from the web…

     

    Moose dropping fundraisers - To raise money a group has a lot of moose poop, each with a number written on it. (Moose poop is very dry and hard.) People buy a piece of moose poop and someone writes down who bought which number. All the bought poop is taken up by helicopter and dropped over a target. Whoever bought the piece that falls closest to the bullseye wins the prize.

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    she’s not even wearing gloves…
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  4. I bought a flashlight that was mega- bright,  bright, and strobe. The brand was Police Security for $10. Great light. Must have been on clearance because it wasn’t on their website and I never saw it selling again.

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  5. A 13-year-old boy was kicked out of the Yankees dugout...

    His response changed baseball forever

    By the '80s, Yankees manager Billy Martin had quite a reputation:

    • Broke a reporter's nose

    • Bar fights with strangers

    • Bar fights with his players

    But this particular story will live in baseball lore forever.

    At the time, players' kids would get to Yankee Stadium early to hang out before games.

    On this day, groups of boys were running around the Yankee clubhouse & playing on the field.

    But Billy Martin zeroed in on one of them.

    Martin sent a security guard into the dugout where a 13-year-old boy & his father – the Yankees star 1st baseman – were hanging out.

    "Hey, George [Steinbrenner] doesn't want anybody in the dugout."

    The player complied, sending his son into the clubhouse.

    As the boy left, his dad motioned for him to "look at third base." It was Graig Nettles' son taking ground balls on the field.

    The Yankees star felt insulted. And his 13-year-old son took it to heart.

    This kid held a grudge against the New York Yankees for the next 30 years.

    His name?

    George Kenneth Griffey Jr.

    A few years later, Ken Griffey Jr. was the number 1 overall pick in the MLB Draft.

    At 17 years old, he was shipped off to play minor league ball 2,400 miles from home – a 36-hour drive.

    Compounded with enormous expectations, Junior struggled with depression during this time.

    But his dad was always there, helping him overcome every hurdle.

    2 years later, Junior made it to the big leagues & became a symbol of hope for the lowly Seattle Mariners.

    His dad joined him shortly after, forming the first father-son teammate duo in MLB history.

    And Junior stuck it to the Yankees every chance he got.

    In the 1st playoff game of his career, he smoked 2 homers at Yankee Stadium. Seattle won the series, as The Kid hit .391 (9-for-23) with 5 HRs & 7 RBI.

    While signing autographs outside the stadium, a fan in the crowd yelled out: "Come play for the Yankees, bro!"

    "No," Junior shot back. "If the Yankees were the last team – if they were the only team that gave me a contract, I'd retire."

    Ken Griffey Jr's career vs. the Yankees:

    • 36 HRs

    • 102 RBI

    • .311 AVG

    • 133 games

    Crushing the Yankees was engrained in Junior's mind.

    "There are certain things that a dad drills into you as a kid that just stick with you."

    "That was one of them."

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  6. 10 hours ago, Equanimous Phil said:

    Not sure, if it's what Warden Callaway already described, but the pictures below show the common design in Europe. You can remove each ring separately from the stove to adapt to the size of your conical pots and adjust how deep the pot is in the fire. And yes, when removing the lid the flames flare out of the stove. Alternatively, you can leave the lid and use every pot or pan you like. Usually, there is a container where's always hot water (like on the last picture).

    I used such fire stoves a couple of times in mountain cottages. 

     

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    The stoves that I remember always had detents in the rings so that one could lift them out with a handle like here

     

     

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  7. Those round holes where you remove the steel /iron plates might be called eyes in some communities.  I saw that referenced a few places.

     

    we used such a stove for a couple years. My mother never removed any plates to cook but I’d never accuse her of knowing how to cook anyway.

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  8. Stolen from the web….

     

    When my daughter was small, she had the habit of walking around sucking her thumb, with her hand under her dress and her finger in her belly-button.

    Problem was, during her excavations, she scratched her belly-button till it started bleeding. We tried to put a band-aid over it to stop her digging in there, but she always managed to scratch it off.

    The wound just kept getting worse and worse.

    Eventually, I sat her down and said, “We need to have a serious talk. Do you know what a serious talk is? It’s when we talk about something really, really important. It’s something grownups do, but this is something specially important, and I need to talk to you about this, okay?”

    She puts on her serious face and nods slowly.

    “You know how that sore in your belly-button seems to be getting all swollen? Well, if you keep on sticking your finger in there, it will make it worse, and your tummy swell up like a balloon, and keep on getting bigger and bigger until it bursts, and all your insides will fall out. You don’t want that to happen do you?”

    Okay, okay, I was desperate, you can stone me later.

    A couple of days later, we were at the supermarket and there was a hugely pregnant lady there doing her shopping.

    My daughter kept on staring at her.

    The lady saw her, smiled and rubbed her tummy.

    My daughter yells at her, “I know what you’ve been doing!”

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