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Dunworth Droids Ltd. Dunworth Droids Ltd.
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Description:DUNWORTH DROIDS LTD.
Gravity Zero Service Bay - Will Call Prepaid
Dear Customer
Thank you for your purchase of our Select Girl Droid self
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Proper operation of this unit is subject to the simple test
pre-run software initialization and systems hardware check
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Before de-linking at the service bay be sure to read
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proper operation the guarantee of your new 'girl' is for
the lifetime of the unit and ownership is transferable when
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As noted, during purchase, this model is not
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My 9-11 Story My 9-11 Story
- From: chemaro
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This took me until now to write, over a decade since 9-11.Can't tell you why it took me this long:
About 9/11:
I’ve never put this down, doesn’t matter since to this day I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the subway on my way to work when three stops before mine an asian guy came into the car. He had a look on his face that was of somewhere between fright and despair, and his eyes were watery. He looked at me and said “A plane just flew into the world trade center, I was in the apartment across the street a few floors below.” I was speechless, and just watched him sit down and stare blankly ahead, as I did the same. My initial thought was that someone flying a small plane had an accident.
In the next stop, people ran into the car, and a blonde guy with short hair was very animated and loudly telling everyone of the chaos that was ensuing. He told people of how now two airplanes had hit the buildings, and that there were huge gaping holes in both. Also, people had started jumping from the buildings. A old classmate later told me that she had witnessed the people jumping from the street, and when they hit they made a sound like melons do. The terminal itself was littered with papers flying around adding to the chaos.
The next stop was creepy, because there was absolutely no one in the terminal, so everyone in the car got a bit silent. My stop was next and I got out quickly and ran up to the office. There was no one in our floor, and I then ran to the front to look out the big window, and saw the buildings. Fear did come over me to see these two huge structures, and the gaping holes in the upper floors, with smoke coming from them. I initially thought I saw what looked like people falling from the buildings, but in retrospect I think it was just debris, sticking to that. I ran up to the roof to find everyone up there, and quickly ran over to my workmate Joe.
Little by little the office started filing down until it was just the two of us, and it did seem like an hour had passed. We, of course, as architects started to talk about how amazing the structure was and how the buildings were staying up, and were looking at the people headed towards the Manhattan bridge.
Canal street was full of people, some of them covered in a white smut type powder, made them look a bit scary. I could make out the frightened looks on their faces, and couldn’t imagine what they must have been going through. It was then that we heard what sounded like another explosion, very loud blast, and as I looked over the buildings saw the top half of the first one going down in one piece, while the lower floors pancaked. It hit with a loud thud, I can only compare it to a million bags of sand hitting the ground at once, and saw smoke and dust fly up in the air afterwards. With gaping mouths we both started shouting “Oh my god, Oh my god!” and pointing towards the building. A guy on the street yelled up at us, because we were that loud, and asked what had happened. We then told him that that building had collapsed, and people sped up as they were shuffling to get to the other side of the bridge where it was believed to be safer. My first thought, Jesus I can only imagine about how many people just died right now, including the people helping below. I thought about all the crushed ambulances and fire trucks, not to mention police cars, and all of their personel. Thought about how brave these people were, had been, risking their lives to try and save a few. My heart sunk a bit, and worry came over me, thinking that what had been the structure giving in and causing the explosion, was perhaps something else, a bomb, missile or such. The few people that were still in our office came back up with astonished looks on their faces, and with all of the confusion my boss hit his head and had a gash on the top of his forehead. What seemed like a few minutes had passed, and we were still sitting there making out the mess, when as I looked over at a friend named Angie she open her mouth and pointed towards the other building, when I looked up I saw the building, what's been described as pancaking, with the top floors falling on the lower ones one by one, until there was nothing there. Don’t really recall the noise it made, happened a bit too fast.
It was then that I felt the need to get out of there, so I ran downstairs and hopped on my motorcycle, drove down Canal street over to the west village, and headed uptown on 6th Ave. toward a friend’s place, since the bridges and tunnels had all been closed. The only thing I recall from all of the chaos as I sped away was this group of construction workers, about six of them, walking down towards Ground Zero. They had a look on their face, what I would describe as willing heros, on their way towards the chaos to help. I remember thinking of how brave these guys were as opposed to me, but it just didn’t seem like a prudent thing to do for some reason. Suppose I lucked out since afterwards people who helped started developing lung diseases. I did sign up to help that afternoon, but when the call came like three weeks later I was out of town, up in Albany visiting my friend Scott. They sent me a pin anyway, which only made me feel like jerk, and I don’t know where it is to this day. That’s my 9/11 story and the beginning of my mental downfall, or perhaps the trigger that started the spiral. I went through a year of deep depression, not knowing what was going on with me, or through me, until a friend diagnosed me with PTSD. I made the piece below later on that year.
Something a bit chilling happened to me and some other commuters in the train a few days later when we went back to work: three stops before mine, the stop in which everyone ran into the car and the guy was screaming, which was directly connected to Ground Zero, smelled horrible. It was something like burnt hair mixed with oil and something decaying combined. To me it was the smell of death, and some people in the car started getting sick.
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- 8 months ago
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Aalaskan Stories: Humor At 65 Aalaskan Stories: Humor At 65 Below
- From: Prince
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Here are excerpts from an article I wrote in the winter of 1968. I have lived in Alaska since then, and this was my first and coldest winter in Fairbanks. The cars, and the weather, have mostly improved since then. Don Murphy
Humor at Sixty Five Below
Starting a car at -50 is similar to the situation in which a man is freezing to death and has one match. He may be able to parlay his small flicker into a fire which will keep him alive, but he has only one chance. The odds are a little better for starting a car but if the motor doesn't catch on the first two or three tries at -50 or lower, you're dead, because your battery is. There are gadgets to get around this, which like most gadgets in extreme situations are of dubious efficiency. Such as battery plates, and blankets. and the latest expensive high tech gadget, a device which automatically starts a car at adjustible time intervals and runs it for several minutes then turns it off.
When the temperature gets down to -60 he will find that the only thing which will make a car dependable is a heated garage. If the chechako buys all the 110 volt heaters recommended by locals, he will not only only blow fuses, but will not be able to pay his electric bill. However, a soldier I met from Ft. Wainwright ran 5000 watts of heaters all night, every night. He boasted his car was warm as toast every morning, at -50. (The army paid the electric bill.)
Hilariously funny things happen to ordinary, everyday objects at -50 and colder. I found that if I dribbled my 10 weight winter oil on the snow I could pick it up in a few minutes like a large worm, and stretch it like taffy. A long dribble of it can be wound into a coil like rope. Plastic electrician tape becomes as black glass. A foot long piece of tape was left in the motel parking lot at about -45 and a car ran over it. The tape exploded into splinters, but didn't puncture the tire. I sent some of the splinters to a friend in Illinois as a souvenir of the frozen north.
Before this winter was over many records were broken for cold in Fairbanks. The most significant was the coldest 15 days ever recorded by the US Weather Bureau, -44 degrees below zero average for 15 days. The thermometer on the motel front porch dropped to -68, and that could only be guessed at because the lowest mark on the thermometer was -66. It was one of those big filling station thermometers with a red liquid column about a yard long. But it wasn't a yard long then. The liquid was hiding down in the bulb. Of course by that time we didn't care.
More hilarious things happened to my Scout. At -60 butyl (artificial) rubber tire tubes get brittle and begin to come apart. The first symptom is a slow leak at low temperatures, and soon the tubes won't hold air at all. A butyl tube was responsible for a flat in one of my six ply, nylon tires at -65. So the tire had to be changed, outdoors.
The first mistake I made was kneeling on the hard packed snow while I put the jack under the Scout. In spite of heavy wool pants and thermal underwear my knees were numb in two minutes. So there I was at -65 in a motel parking lot pounding and pinching my knees. A couple of old blankets helped, even better would have been kneeling pads.
A friend of mine and I finally removed the wheel from the car, and something else hilarious happened. We found we could use the flat tire for a monument. We sat the tire in the middle of the parking lot, vertically. The flat side of the tire stayed flat and formed a pedestal. We took the wheel, tire and all, into my apartment and put it into the bathtub, where it took two hours to regain its original shape.
The spare was also in a hilarious condition. The air gauge registered zero. But the tire was frozen round. So we put the spare on the Scout, and drove four blocks to a filling station. The tire kept its frozen round shape with no air pressure. We put 40 pounds of air into the tire. It didn't look any different.
This six ply nylon tire had held up the weight of a thousand pound vehicle for four blocks, without even bulging the sidewalls. It was frozen so solid that I could flick it with my finger and it would go "clink" like glass.
Many other things happened to my vehicle that winter which weren't so hilarious. I was driving down a steep hill and felt my foot go slowly to the floorboard. I managed to stop the Scout and found a puddle of brake fluid on the ground. A steel brake line near the left front wheel had split, brittle from the cold.
The brake lines to the front wheels broke six times and had to be repaired, outside. I used heat lamps to keep my hands from freezing when I had to take my gloves off to work. Ordinary light bulbs go dead. The glass cracks from the contrast of the heat inside and cold outside. The heat lamp scorched a hole in my sleeve, but I didn't even feel it. I learned to bring all my tools and parts out from a warm room just before I started to work, and found a brake line at room temperature won't screw into a fitting at -50. The temperature makes them different sizes.
A wrench at room temperature dropped into the -60 snow for just long enough for me to grab it back. It burned my bare hand like fire and left a white streak across my palm.. The wrench achieved below zero cold in a few seconds. I managed to keep my hands from frostbite, but they became sore several times.
On the -65 day the Scout moved! Its top speed was about 10 mph. All the power was being taken up by friction. But most of the cars and trucks of Fairbanks, which had not been stored in heated garages, didn't move at all that day.
Then we had a Chinook. A Chinook is a hot wind. I was wrapped up in my arctic gear, opened the outside door and didn't get the usual steam cloud. I felt a warm wind on my face. And the temperature rose! It rose 30 degrees in 30 minutes, from 40 below to 10 below.
This was so hilarious we ran around with our parkas open.
Until the temperature dropped again.
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- 9 months ago
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The NuClear Energy Band "Money The NuClear Energy Band "Money"
- From: rivevideo
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Nu-Clear Energy has extensive playing experience
Nu-Clear Energy, a Rock/Reggae/Ska/Punk Band based in Brooklyn.
"Ground Zero" was a Top Album Pick in Billboard Magazine. "Money" was licenced for PBS.
"African Herbman" won the GMMA & charted on Commercial/ Public/College Radio as high as #1. - 1 year ago
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Fat Zero Fat Zero
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- 1 year ago
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DSC00154 DSC00154
- From: Prince
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These are straight shots on my just opened window. One advantage of below zero temperatures, ice on the windows. This was warm, about 10 below and a humidifier set up. Prince
- 2 years ago
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DSC00143 DSC00143
- From: Prince
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These are straight shots on my just opened window. One advantage of below zero temperatures, ice on the windows. This was warm, about 10 below and a humidifier set up. Prince
- 2 years ago
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Ground Zero rebuilds Ground Zero rebuilds
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- 2 years ago
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Ground Zero Ground Zero
- From: shutterbug520
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Description:Photographs taken in August of 2011 at Ground Zero while pieces of the Twin Towers were being returned home.
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Reflection & Baring Wall #1 Si Reflection & Baring Wall #1 Signed.jpg
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Readying for the Move #1 Signe Readying for the Move #1 Signed.jpg
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