MacBourne's Musings

Time to go back to the land: Planning to be as off-grid as I can - in the process there'll be music, guns, guitars, a smattering of politics (really kind of over that), CNC routing, yeah - a bunch of other stuff, too. Conservative with libertarian leanings - no wookie suit, yet. Μολὼν λαβέ - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Tag: I’m Just Sayin’

Of Farts and Bubble Suits…

Back in the day – all good stories start that way, right? – I worked in the nuclear power industry as a Senior RadCon tech. (Radiation Protection/ Radiation Control/Health Physics – all the same-same).

We monitored the workers that did maintenance in high radiation/high contamination areas. On this particular job, we were covering steam generator jumpers that were crawling into the hot side of the steam generators to plug tubes that had developed leaks. They were suited up in canvas protective clothing and plastic “bubble suits” like the guy in this pic…

We had a steady flow of contract boilermakers coming down to the staging area, dressed for success in their PCs and partially suited up in the plastics – no bubble hoods at this point. They were all sittin’ on the Group W bench waiting their turn. This one boilermaker apparently had some pretty severe intestinal issues – that or he ate a roadkill possum for dinner the night before. Flatulent did not begin to describe this guy. He was in serious violation of all known chemical warfare rules. The rest of the guys were sitting as far away as possible, but he kept firing ‘em off.

Gawd, it was nasty…

The manway they used for access to the genny was 18 inches in diameter, so no SCBAs for them. Their bubble hoods had an airline pigtail that we hooked up to an air whip bringing in nice clean filtered air. When it was his turn to jump, I was working on finishing his suit-up. Just as I’m tucking the hood in and taping up the seams on his suit, he rips the loudest, longest one yet.

The other RPT at the jump station calmly grabbed the jumper’s air hose (which vented in around the top of his head), and kinked it – thus stopping the air pressure. Now, there’s plenty of air in the suit for several minutes of breathing – in fact the guys would climb up to the genny platform without being connected – but now Ol’ Cuz had effectively gassed himself. When the cool flow of air stopped, and the realization of just how screwed he was hit him, the look on his face was priceless.

His face went several glorious shades of green, and my coworker looked at him with an evil grin, “Pretty effin’ nasty, ain’t it?”

The jumper nodded.

“Gonna walk around the corner next time you need to, right?”

Jumper agreed – and there was a huge round of applause from the rest of the boilermakers. He did wander off around the corner for the next several days he was on our job…

Moral of the story? Don’t screw with the guy that controls the air supply…

Just sayin’…


Points to ponder…

“Who’s Crazier — Charlie Sheen or the Left Wing?
By Larry Elder | Charlie Sheen, at least, has an excuse. He’s on a drug he calls “Charlie Sheen.”

But what powerful hallucinogen inhaled by the left induces the mental fantasy that makes them believe:
Spending nearly a trillion dollars in “stimulus” money “created or saved” 3.5 million jobs?
A “tax cut” means giving checks to the nearly 40 percent of the workforce that pays no federal income taxes?
Racism drives the tea party/conservative/right-wing criticism of a left-wing black president — who received more of the white vote than John Kerry, in every age demographic, and who at one time enjoyed an approval rating of almost 70 percent?”

Go RTWT – it’s ok, you can nod your head. On the money.

Explains a lot…

Before sex, you help each other get naked, after sex you only dress yourself.

Moral of the story: In life no one helps you once you’re f*cked.

Ummmm. Yeah, I think so, too.

Day by Day Cartoon by Chris Muir

I’m an olde pharte…

…and I get several health related newsletters. I got one this morning with the following subject line:

Is Your Brain Making You Fat?

Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s me stuffing food in my pie-hole that’s making me fat.
I’m just sayin’…

Had to share appropriate

From – Excels at Nothing

“I thought the asinine uselessness of this administration had reached ‘8’, but I was holding the report sideways.”

Damn, I wish I’d said that – bet you do too!

Why Do Antis Close Their Eyes During Sex?

Because they can’t stand to see anyone else having a good time…*

H/T to Weerd Beard’s post on differing cultures

*of course, that assumes they can find a partner.

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