tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post114053619141579269..comments2023-12-23T15:07:59.440-05:00Comments on Vicious Momma: Neutron Splicing and Other Adventures (part two)Rae Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10239791074376508016noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1141224615795321512006-03-01T09:50:00.000-05:002006-03-01T09:50:00.000-05:00cip, wow! That sure beats any other strange sleep...cip, wow! That sure beats any other strange sleeping story I've heard. It's cool seeing those satellites remains one of your memories of that time. It's funny the little details that stick with us during stressful times.Rae Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10239791074376508016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1141185559217270922006-02-28T22:59:00.000-05:002006-02-28T22:59:00.000-05:00Strange sleeping arrangements? How about this one...Strange sleeping arrangements? How about this one: When I was a soldier, a fire broke out on our post, so they sent a company of us up to fight it. We were a company of scientists, engineers, clerks and computer programmers - probably not the kind of crack troops you want to send, but hey there was a war on. After trekking up the mountain, we rather ineffectually fought the fire all day, after which we were suppose to be evacuated by helicopter and replaced by real firefighter. Well, the pilots used up all their hours bringing up the real fireguys, so most of us were stuck. Since it was July, they sent us up without field jackets. Since the mountain was 9000 feet high, it got darn cold as soon as the sun went down. I found a spot in the fire near a burning tree trunk, but the slope was steep, and when I tried to lie down above the fire I kept sliding into it. Below the tree, I slid away into the cold, dark, and potential drop offs. I finally found a relatively level spot where somebody had piled up timber for a big bonfire. I fell right asleep, but woke painfully when some stray hot coals burned through my clothing. By morning, the fires were mainly out, and just before dawn I saw two satellites paths cross overhead.CapitalistImperialistPighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17523405806602731435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1141050464508520372006-02-27T09:27:00.000-05:002006-02-27T09:27:00.000-05:00cip, no, I don't remember any pictures. That woul...cip, no, I don't remember any pictures. That would have been pretty cool!Rae Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10239791074376508016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1140998264521890262006-02-26T18:57:00.000-05:002006-02-26T18:57:00.000-05:00So, about the neutron spallation - did they offer ...So, about the neutron spallation - did they offer to show you any pictures?CapitalistImperialistPighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17523405806602731435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1140554272463006432006-02-21T15:37:00.000-05:002006-02-21T15:37:00.000-05:00guy in a bar, you should have tried Cracker Barrel...guy in a bar, you should have tried Cracker Barrel!Rae Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10239791074376508016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12654452.post-1140549419446206292006-02-21T14:16:00.000-05:002006-02-21T14:16:00.000-05:00Nuclear scientists? I've tried that line, too. B...Nuclear scientists? I've tried that line, too. But I usually talk about neurons exploding, not neutron spallating. Of course, I still went home alone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com