Posted on 02/12/2006 12:00:24 PM PST by BenLurkin
I've found it easier to connect my toaster to my bathtub.
Whoever thought that the solution to our energy needs could be found in the hair of hippies.
I visualize in the future anytime you go through a drive through at a Taco Bell, McDonalds, Burger King, KFC etc. you can also refuel your biodiesel engine. I cannot knock a diesel (there IS a pun there folks) because I am a diesel mechanic, they can run on almost anything from crude oil out of the ground to vegetable oil to even hydrogen with modifications that are similar to natural gas diesels used at oilfield pumping stations.
Re your #52:
"...And the air he emits??? How would we harness & proccess that???"
That ain't "air"; that copious flatulance is METHANE, and you can burn that stuff. Haven't you ever been involved in a phart lighting contest?
Caution; premature ignition can result in nasty burns where you really don't want 'em!
I always thought such events (although I've witnessed a few on film) were just tricks or special effects.
'Cause ins't the main odor in flatulence a sulfide [hence the rotten egg smell* and not a combustible hydrocarbon??
*which I MYSELF am an expert at cultivating, natch.
Well, they shut down the turkey guts processing plant in Cartage Missouri, ....cause it smelled!!!
This country need a miracle....
Although flatulance does contain sufides, C02, and other gasses, it has a high level of flammable methane.
I have wittnessed (but chickened out of participating in) such a contest in an Army Barracks back in '67, as a young Recruit.
A bunch of guys arranged their plywood regulation foot lockers (trunks) in a circle after a particularly raunchy feed of beans at the mess hall, and sat around taking turns cutting loose (those trunks really resonate) and flicking their Zippos behind themselves (the really brave ones leaned back and fired it off in their crotch), which usually resulted in a flash of blue flame and an audable, explosive "FWOOP!".
With the barracks lights dimmed, the blue flash would light up the whole place, and was really quite impressive.
One poor lad fired up his Zippo a little too soon, before his emission had quite finished emitting, and as soon as it blew, he jumped up howling, ran to the latrine trailing blue smoke, and sat in the urinal to quench his smouldering behind.
There was a quarter sized hole burned in the seat of his fatigues, it burned all the hair off of his thuchus, and he had 2nd degree burns where it made "going" terribly painful for a week or two.
His rectum, it seems, had become a "combustion chamber".
Naturally, the rest of his Squad found the whole thing terribly amusing.
This is going to put a heavy demand upon soil chemistry. Time to mine a few volcanos.
We'll have to convince the public that the "Bugs" won't get out and devour our forests and houses. Some countries would rather starve than use mutant grain; this is the attitude that must be overcome.
Now that I know our gas is indeed flammable...
...I'm gonna have me a good time when my parents are away on an extended trip.
'Andromeda Strain' by Michael Crichton.
He has another one dealing with nanotechnology called 'Prey'.
Great link. Thanks!
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