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hum.. blade close up.. M-9 bayonet ,, an from the hold,, it looks like she was going to hollywood attack.. an didn’t change her grip… 8/ .?
.?? OK now i call BS.. 1st panel 2nd word bubble… we know what happens after that is said.. an she walks away…no no an NO.. i still say she is up to something.!!
good job Simon… i have backed 18 wheelers in to similar spots,, it is NOT fun…
Only because she wasn’t planning on using it, or the spine would be facing her arm.
I used to take tankers into chemical plants. Not fun.
Especially when you look at the truck unloading in front of you and realize that
something is Terribly Wrong. As in, people on the ground running like hell in a chemical plant
wrong. Away from my location.
I heard a deep roaring like a jet engine up too close and too personal, saw steam pouring out of
the tank vents, threw that sucker in reverse and made it over 200m in a straight line before
the tank blew it’s top.
The driver in front of me had loaded caustic soda into an acid tank.
Did the idiot in front of you make it out OK or did he qualify for a Darwin Award? Question, Mr Cat, didn’t they have somebody checking manifests and at least pointing drivers to the right place? If they didn’t then the driver was only partly at fault. Only a total idiot lets whomever drive a tanker load of ANYTHING drive wherever they want in a chemical plant like that. If they DID have a process where manifests were supposed to be checked and drivers escorted/directed to where they were supposed to unload then somebody was seriously asleep at the switch. Stuff like that is how companies get sued just shy of bankruptcy – for good reason!
He passed me. On foot.
After the tank was rebuilt, they made the acid line hookup a female coupling.
And it was about 20′ away from the caustic hookup.
Previously, the acid and caustic hookups were both 2″ male fittings, about 2′ apart.
They tried to blame the driver, but making those changes pretty much said that they’d screwed up the first time.
It was an engineering failure, the driver was cleared.
Yeah – a strong acid/base reaction can be rather active.
Glad there was no other truck behind you.
Stuff like that can make you fast . . . like when my college inorganic chem prof dropped a chip of sodium into a beaker of water.
They said I looked like I had grown super speed in ‘duck-and-move’. Lets hear it for adrenaline !
Panel 7 looks like Simon was going to shear off a box on the trailer top – viewing angle aspect I think?
Maybe you might give Felah her chance to “confront” him?
I thought that was part of the ‘perfect’ parking job. Back as far as it will go. That box is j-u-s-t kissing the door frame.
You have my respect sir. I graduated high school in ’73, and entered college the same year. Drew a high lottery number the last year they held one, the year they didn’t actually use the numbers. I had two uncles in that war, though; both made it home, with Purple Hearts.
Ned, I’ve had a couple of super speed moments like that. The first was in ’76. A buddy of mine was probing inside a BIG tube-type uhf band transmitter. For some reason the thing was picking up the transmit audio from every transmitter within 10 feet and rebroadcasting it. My buddy was probing inside the thing with an oscilloscope probe (his other hand was in his hip pocket.ask me why if you don’t know) and I was standing behind him looking over his shoulder. A lot of the test points he was probing were on top of some huge (coffee can sized) capacitors charged to three THOUSAND volts. At some point his index finger must have slipped down and contacted the metal of the scope probe. POW!!! He jumped up and knocked over the stool he had been sitting on. I apparently teleported to the middle of the room because as soon as the supervisor – who was doing paperwork a good 40 feet away at the other end of the room – heard the pop he looked up and I was just standing there a good 15 feet away. I was already standing there when he looked up. Nobody – myself included – had any idea how I could get that far away that quick.
T’other time was in downtown Tokyo in ’79. Four of us were riding on the subway and were standing in the doorway considering getting off. Suddenly the warning bell that meant that the doors were gonna close and the train was gonna leave. One moment the four of us were on the train, the next we were standing on the landing a good 6 – 8 feet from the train. None of us recalled even moving, but there we were. Spooky.
Like the time when my ROTC instructor was grilling rattlesnakes in the science lab. They had chilled several snakes.
As I was moving by the front counter, the Major said, rather rapidly, “The Cobra is waking up”.
One look at its eyes and I was 10 feet away as they were putting a net over it . . . .
Yuppers – Spooky. Reckon God was not finished with us yet.
And I do know about transmitted RF ( being a US Army Signal Corps type).
The ridge-loaded horn antenna on our large FM radio was good at lighting florescent tubes at a reasonable distance . . .
another time – a friend and I were walking at night on the perimeter of a field problem area.
All of a sudden we got really hot feeling. He hit my back and down we went.
The answer to my wtf – “The site’s ADA target acquisition radar was miss aimed.” Good azimuth/bad elevation.
We were about to get “microwaved” . . . . we low crawled out of the area and when we got back to the site – there were some really, really loud voices.
Roger on the Tokyo train doors. BTDT too.
Thank you Petercat.
Just for the record. My avatar is our Company patch, 221st Reconnaissance Airplane Company (L-19/O-1).
Call sign “Shotgun”. We flew the Mekong Delta 1965-1971.
I offer it here to honor those we lost in country; those we have lost since then: our Honor Flight; and the few of us who are left.
Shotgun15 5/66-5/67.
I thought that was part of the perfect parking job. Box is j-u-s-t kissing the doorframe. Beautiful job.
You have my respect, sir. I graduated high school in ’73 and entered college the same year. Drew a high lottery number the last year they had the lottery, the year they didn’t actually use them. I had two uncles in that war though, and they both made it home with Purple Hearts.
I’m having a little trouble with my internet computer.
Rob, can you keep an eye on updates until I get it squared away? Thanks.
hehe good timing,, i just got my router working (heat fried) but yeah.. no problem. 🙂
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hum.. blade close up.. M-9 bayonet ,, an from the hold,, it looks like she was going to hollywood attack.. an didn’t change her grip… 8/ .?
.?? OK now i call BS.. 1st panel 2nd word bubble… we know what happens after that is said.. an she walks away…no no an NO.. i still say she is up to something.!!
good job Simon… i have backed 18 wheelers in to similar spots,, it is NOT fun…
Only because she wasn’t planning on using it, or the spine would be facing her arm.
I used to take tankers into chemical plants. Not fun.
Especially when you look at the truck unloading in front of you and realize that
something is Terribly Wrong. As in, people on the ground running like hell in a chemical plant
wrong. Away from my location.
I heard a deep roaring like a jet engine up too close and too personal, saw steam pouring out of
the tank vents, threw that sucker in reverse and made it over 200m in a straight line before
the tank blew it’s top.
The driver in front of me had loaded caustic soda into an acid tank.
Did the idiot in front of you make it out OK or did he qualify for a Darwin Award? Question, Mr Cat, didn’t they have somebody checking manifests and at least pointing drivers to the right place? If they didn’t then the driver was only partly at fault. Only a total idiot lets whomever drive a tanker load of ANYTHING drive wherever they want in a chemical plant like that. If they DID have a process where manifests were supposed to be checked and drivers escorted/directed to where they were supposed to unload then somebody was seriously asleep at the switch. Stuff like that is how companies get sued just shy of bankruptcy – for good reason!
He passed me. On foot.
After the tank was rebuilt, they made the acid line hookup a female coupling.
And it was about 20′ away from the caustic hookup.
Previously, the acid and caustic hookups were both 2″ male fittings, about 2′ apart.
They tried to blame the driver, but making those changes pretty much said that they’d screwed up the first time.
It was an engineering failure, the driver was cleared.
Yeah – a strong acid/base reaction can be rather active.
Glad there was no other truck behind you.
Stuff like that can make you fast . . . like when my college inorganic chem prof dropped a chip of sodium into a beaker of water.
They said I looked like I had grown super speed in ‘duck-and-move’. Lets hear it for adrenaline !
Panel 7 looks like Simon was going to shear off a box on the trailer top – viewing angle aspect I think?
Maybe you might give Felah her chance to “confront” him?
I thought that was part of the ‘perfect’ parking job. Back as far as it will go. That box is j-u-s-t kissing the door frame.
You have my respect sir. I graduated high school in ’73, and entered college the same year. Drew a high lottery number the last year they held one, the year they didn’t actually use the numbers. I had two uncles in that war, though; both made it home, with Purple Hearts.
Ned, I’ve had a couple of super speed moments like that. The first was in ’76. A buddy of mine was probing inside a BIG tube-type uhf band transmitter. For some reason the thing was picking up the transmit audio from every transmitter within 10 feet and rebroadcasting it. My buddy was probing inside the thing with an oscilloscope probe (his other hand was in his hip pocket.ask me why if you don’t know) and I was standing behind him looking over his shoulder. A lot of the test points he was probing were on top of some huge (coffee can sized) capacitors charged to three THOUSAND volts. At some point his index finger must have slipped down and contacted the metal of the scope probe. POW!!! He jumped up and knocked over the stool he had been sitting on. I apparently teleported to the middle of the room because as soon as the supervisor – who was doing paperwork a good 40 feet away at the other end of the room – heard the pop he looked up and I was just standing there a good 15 feet away. I was already standing there when he looked up. Nobody – myself included – had any idea how I could get that far away that quick.
T’other time was in downtown Tokyo in ’79. Four of us were riding on the subway and were standing in the doorway considering getting off. Suddenly the warning bell that meant that the doors were gonna close and the train was gonna leave. One moment the four of us were on the train, the next we were standing on the landing a good 6 – 8 feet from the train. None of us recalled even moving, but there we were. Spooky.
Like the time when my ROTC instructor was grilling rattlesnakes in the science lab. They had chilled several snakes.
As I was moving by the front counter, the Major said, rather rapidly, “The Cobra is waking up”.
One look at its eyes and I was 10 feet away as they were putting a net over it . . . .
Yuppers – Spooky. Reckon God was not finished with us yet.
And I do know about transmitted RF ( being a US Army Signal Corps type).
The ridge-loaded horn antenna on our large FM radio was good at lighting florescent tubes at a reasonable distance . . .
another time – a friend and I were walking at night on the perimeter of a field problem area.
All of a sudden we got really hot feeling. He hit my back and down we went.
The answer to my wtf – “The site’s ADA target acquisition radar was miss aimed.” Good azimuth/bad elevation.
We were about to get “microwaved” . . . . we low crawled out of the area and when we got back to the site – there were some really, really loud voices.
Roger on the Tokyo train doors. BTDT too.
Thank you Petercat.
Just for the record. My avatar is our Company patch, 221st Reconnaissance Airplane Company (L-19/O-1).
Call sign “Shotgun”. We flew the Mekong Delta 1965-1971.
I offer it here to honor those we lost in country; those we have lost since then: our Honor Flight; and the few of us who are left.
Shotgun15 5/66-5/67.
I thought that was part of the perfect parking job. Box is j-u-s-t kissing the doorframe. Beautiful job.
You have my respect, sir. I graduated high school in ’73 and entered college the same year. Drew a high lottery number the last year they had the lottery, the year they didn’t actually use them. I had two uncles in that war though, and they both made it home with Purple Hearts.