[ratpack] Re: Lunch today?
- From: "PAUL W WATSON" <TSWATSON78@xxxxxxx>
- To: <ratpack@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:19:37 -0600
While I was in the Army I accidentally cranked on the hand crank of a field
telephone while my Sergeant was attaching the wires to another phone. He
jumped about three feet off the ground. We thought it was extremely funny.
Needless to say he didn't think it was funny and gave me a fat lip to show his
disapproval.
technotard
----- Original Message -----
From: Ray Buck<mailto:rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: ratpack@xxxxxxxxxxxxx<mailto:ratpack@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Monday, March 29, 2010 12:07 PM
Subject: [ratpack] Re: Lunch today?
On 3/29/2010 11:00 AM, Michael Wells wrote:
It always helps me to attach jumper cables to my nipples and fire up the
car, you might want to give it a try.
Zamboni
Now there's an idea!
Serially, when I was just a young and innocent lad (well, it COULD have
happened) and Uncle Sam invited me to come and play with the other young and
innocent lads who were all dressed in green, baggy clothes, I found myself
stationed at Ft. Bliss, Tx. Right across the Rio Grande river (which was more
like a trickle in 1967) was the teeming metropolis of Juarez, Mexico. One of
its main attractions were the bars that allowed underage soldiers to drink and
carouse til all hours of the morning and night. As one might expect, said
drinking and carousing could put a drain on a fella's energy. So every few
hours, a gent would come around with a device that was probably invented in by
the Spanish Inquisition and left in Mexico when all those dudes went off to
play at the Vatican.
But I digress. The apparatus the enterprising gentleman had consisted of a
couple of metal cylinders about the size and length of a large cigar with wires
leading to a wooden box that was hung around his neck with a strap. The idea
was that a young, innocent fella who'd caroused and partied to excess might be
rejuvenated by holding the cylinders as the erstwhile entrepreneur cranked
vigorously on a handle that spun a generator and ran untold billions of
electrons thru the lad's body.
Now I never tried this. Really. But I saw a coupla guys who did. Their
hair (what little hair GIs were allowed to have) stood on end and they tried to
speak but nothing but inarticulate noises came from their mouths. Then the
gentleman would request payment. If he didn't find it forthcoming, he'd offer
to repeat the treatment. I never saw him leave empty-handed. :)
The question of the device's efficacy in restoring one's vitality was always
somewhat suspect, but it was somewhat entertaining to see someone pay to get an
experience that would be about as close to an electric chair as most of us
would ever get.
The (almost) final irony to this is that most of the young troopers were,
like me, in training that involved one form of electronic equipment or another.
I was being trained to maintain radar and vacuum-tube analog computers for
Nike-Hercules guided missile systems (there are some very old and mostly bad
photos here:
http://chevyasylum.com/earlydaze/01-army/Welcome.html<http://chevyasylum.com/earlydaze/01-army/Welcome.html>
) and virtually every training session opened with a brief remonstration of
the perils of high-voltage electricity. No matter how many times that lesson
was repeated, there would still be someone close to the point of passing out
from the effects of the highest-quality alcoholic beverages available in the
pits of hell who would opt for a "jump start."
One more irony. When I experienced a heart attack for the first time in
1997, I got to experience a jump start of the defibrillator type...8 times in a
row. Fortunately, I was unconscious for most of it, but I had burns on my
chest that took months to heal.
So. I think I'll pass on the jumper cables for the moment. Maybe a 5-hour
Energy Drink, but none of the high-voltage stuff. I spose I learned when I
tried to remove the plate cap from a 450 volt power supply tube and it knocked
me across the van in which I was working...I spose I shoulda turned the power
off first, huh? I feel somewhat lucky in only having a fingertip burned off
and cauterized. The embarrassment served up by the chief warrant officer as he
pointed me out as a bad example was worse than the zap.
Well. With all the mirth and frivolity out of the way, I think I'll take a
nap.
RtR
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On Mon, Mar 29, 2010 at 10:55 AM, Ray Buck
<rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx<mailto:rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx>> wrote:
Hybrid, huh? I knew something was wrong. Must be the low voltage and RF
noise goin on in the head that's causin all the parity errors and stuff.
r
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On 3/29/2010 5:24 AM, John Christensen wrote:
Just MERGE the memory...... Oh.... I think you already have. You are a
hybrid now Ray <G>
JC
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John Christensen
Saint Charles, IL
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On Sat, Mar 27, 2010 at 12:09 PM, Ray Buck
<rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx<mailto:rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx>> wrote:
I was gonna make some comment about yer senile ol' man thing...but I
forgot what I was gonna say. Unfortunately, that's not much of a joke. My
memory problems are getting worse. It really sucks.
RtR
(16 gig of memory in my computer and only a coupla cells in the
head...I think I need a transplant.)
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On 3/27/2010 10:27 AM, PAUL W WATSON wrote:
Far as I know! but then I am just a senile old man.
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To: Rat Pack<mailto:ratpack@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Saturday, March 27, 2010 10:09 AM
Subject: [ratpack] Lunch today?
We on for today,
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