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Posted on 03/02/2012 9:17:36 AM PST by Short Bus
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Yeah, there must be a reason that Dog spelled backwards is God, and a reason why Raccoon spelled backwards is Nooccar.
I just don’t know what it is.
I heard that bugs out-biomass us by over 200-1. There is a Ted Talks series on Netflix, and it's mostly leftist, but they do have some interesting facts.
Meanwhile, I am addicted to Dexter. It's so weird.
Sally will be a “fellow traveler” in the Cockroach Revolution. She likes them, especially the really big ones!
“Waterworld,” sans Kevin Costner.
Whenever someone mentions Waterworld, I go off.
"Niagara Falls," he said, "... slowly I turned, step by step ..."
No, not that kind of "going off", but more like going off on a tangent.
Actually, a Hohman Transfer Orbit, rather than a tangent, but the point is that I start thinking about a real Waterworld that we are going to be settling one day soon.
It's a planet that has no dry land anywhere to step foot on. We'll have to make our settlements out of stuff that will float on the ocean of that world.
But it won't be like Costner's world. The gravity and the pressure will be okay, as will the temperature, but we won't be able to breathe the air.
Our air, too, we'll have to provide, but we can generate it out of the local materials.
So, basically, we'll have to build shelters that float, where we can grow our food, and the growing of our food will also provide us with the oxygen we need to breathe.
From that ocean-world's ocean, we'll extract the materials we need to patch up and expand our shelters, and even make whole new settlements from the raw materials.
And no, this isn't one of those distant planets they've discovered orbiting a star 400 light-years from here. Eventually they'll find one or two, or even several, but we'll never be able to get to them.
We can't even get to the next nearest star, which is only four light-years away, (a mere 24 quadrillion miles).
This "Waterworld" is right next door.
We call it "Venus".
All right, I've been saying something slightly incorrectly. Venus has no water, or almost none.
What it does have is carbon dioxide, about a hundred Earth-atmospheres worth of it or more. And heat. Lots of heat.
So why do I call it a water world? Well, if you think about that vast amount of carbon dioxide as not that much different from water, and treat it like water, then that's what you have!
Most of Venus' carbon dioxide is trapped close to the surface, where you wouldn't want to be anyway. Rather like an ocean of steam. Stay out of there!
But above that, on top of that ocean, the conditions are what I described above; Earth temperature and pressure, nine-tenths of Earth's gravity, and air you can't breathe.
But your vegetables and geraniums and sunflowers can breathe it, and they'll breathe out air you can breathe!
So here's how it works. You go there, (I don't know how. See Hohman transfer orbit.) And when you get there, you descend into the atmosphere on parachutes, and inflate a balloon as you descend.
Stop at thirty-five miles altitude.
That's very high, (and would be very thin and cold!), in an Earth atmosphere, but on Venus, that's where the pressure is Earth-normal, the temperature is Earth-normal, and the gravity is just enough under Earth-normal to make you feel stronger and light on your feet.
So now you have filled up your geodesic-framed greenhouse with oxygen and nitrogen, and made sure that the Teflon based plastic enclosing it is secure and leak-free. Now is the time to spread dirt around on the floor and plant your seeds.
Yes, dirt will be hard to come by, and water too. That's the problem of living on a new world.
The good news is that the air you breathe, oxygen and nitrogen, are lifting gases in a carbon dioxide atmosphere like Venus'. Ordinary air has about half the lifting capacity of helium here!
Need more air? You can get nitrogen from the atmosphere. Oxygen you'll have to extract from carbon dioxide, or wait for the plants to do it. Building materials? Well, you could use bamboo, if you want to grow it.
Your shelters will have to be wrapped in that Teflon plastic I mentioned, but you can get the ingredients for it from the atmosphere as well.
All told, it's a lot more work than you might want to take on. But the promise is there. Energy, room, opportunity, ...
And it's all right next door!!!
I’ll go with your crunchy ants child.
Why, oh, WHY am I awake?
The only place I can trust is FR.
OK, I give up. Why are you awake? Crowbar woke me up @ 0200 and 0600. Hubby has dental appt @ 1400 and we went to check on neighbor who collapsed circa 0930. I’ll probably fall asleep during some crucial event today. Did you go to bed hungry? That always wakes me up.
I always go to bed hungry. I’m sure the wind woke me up this morning. It’s been blowing for so long, I forgot what silence is. Even the birds don’t sing in this stuff.
Hi. I’ve been to the hardware store and Walmart, and also vacuumed several things. Now Kathleen is hungry again, and Tom is nagging about getting on the computer for science.
I still have to vacuum and make my ebd, but I don’t want to be here when they inspect.
So early tomorrow, I’m heading out to Walmart! It’s going to be a long day for me, as I will have to go get my glasses by the bus...ungh...
In case anyone cares, this is what I want for my unbirthday.
Tom says he's never going to make his ebd. Successful comedians pay someone else to do that.
I just ordered shirts from HotTopic for Elen and Rooster Teeth for Tom. I might as well give up on being respectable, huh?
Or we could be Stratos Dwellers.
Officially licensed Princess Bride T Shirt. Black. 100% Cotton. Features red and white name tag print on the chest that reads:
Tom was going to get that once, but picked something else when we told him he could have only one.
I saw BA(rium)CO(balt)N(itrogen) at church on Friday, on a boy helping with the Knights of Columbus fish fry.
I want one of each! LOL!
Well, when’s your Unbirthday, then?!? It’s a shame you can’t use a Breitbart shirt, size small, because Gunner Princess Petunia won’t tell us her US Mail address to send her all kinds of presents and food products and money-type-stuff.
I can’t wear a small, either, but I may try it.
And call us for numbers off your 1099s, because you’re going to have to do your own tax return or get me your W2, like NOW.