Cr@Zy from the Heat!

the heat

the heat

Warning, graphic detail


today it's 96 degrees with +37% humidity and an 8mph breeze.
This is an improvement over what it has been.
Try riding a GSXR in rush hour (an oxymoron) on black pavement in racing leather cause road rash really sux.
About bodies and liquification.
I have seen lots of dead folk in the last 10 years. You don't want to die in water and not get found for awhile. One word, soup.
The summer I moved to Austin it rained for one month straight. This is not exageration. We got called to a possible 555 (dead guy). He hadn't liquified in the heat and humidity. After death, your body starts to break down and lots of things relax. Fluids are released from all of the places you would expect and then as the tissue breaks down, fluid seeps out of the body and into whatever it is lying on. Shag carpet, wood floor, car seats. A body exposed to heat and humidity will become a big bag of fluid and if handled roughly, well......
By the way, in the scene in Bad Boys, when Will and Martin go into the house and sniff and look at one another for a second before realizing what they are smelling, well, there is no hesitation. You immediatly know what you are smelling. And when you go home and get in a hot shower, you smell it again. The next day, when you blow your nose, you smell it again.
Pleasant dreams, pass the chicken.
-Will
 
Yes, I knew it! Alright! I didn't think my story was a sham! *looking for a highfive* Anyone? Up top?

Soups on Future user. Mmmmm, mmmm good.
 
I am frightened by your signature picture. But alas I feel that way on my 750 mhz Compaq from the year 2000, the year 2000 (said in the high pitched voice of La Bamba from Conan O'brien)
 
Future user said:
You don't want to die in water and not get found for awhile. One word, soup.

eewww, that totally reminds me of another dead body story, though! At work, no less. I work on one of those lushly landscaped campuses with manmade lakes and waterfalls, and junk. Well, apparently, some guy left a bar to drive home and took a decidedly wrong turn and drove into one of our lakes. So there he sat, for several days....almost two weeks. Our landscaping guys found him, and I was shocked that I had walked RIGHT PAST HIM twice a day since he'd been down there. I never even saw a hint of it. No tire tracks or torn up grass or anything. But I could watch the recovery process from my window. Poor divers. :( I thought they would go down and get the body, but they came up empty. They ended up pulling up the whole car with a tow truck, with the guy inside. After that, I couldnt watch.

:(
 
HorseFilms said:
You mean to tell me you didn't grab the DVX, Terri?
God, Horse...you're heartless...

Sorry Thartley. You can't film something like that.









Did you take any photos? :) heh
 
SOME FUNNY QUOTES IN THIS STORY
"PRAY FOR A CADILLAC" and the last line "referring to sub 110 degrees- "SO WE'VE GOT A COLD WAVE FOR VEGAS"
lol, i feel for you guys in vegas...
t:beer: :beer: :beer:

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CNN WEATHER
Las Vegas, Nevada, reached 117 Tuesday, tying the record set in 1942.


LAS VEGAS, Nevada (AP) -- When it's 117 degrees, the beads of sweat feel as big as golf balls, and gamblers still want their cars parked. Casino valet attendants have only one hope: Pray for a Cadillac.

"Cadillacs are awesome. The Cadillac A/C just fires right up," Tommy Clements said as he shuttled cars at Boulder Station hotel-casino.

Sure, people all over the country are complaining about record heat this week. But for the straight story, talk to those who head out into the midday Las Vegas sun to make a living. They are the ones who must know how to hack the heat.

Somehow, life goes on in the desert, even when logic and a decent thermometer suggest it's time to seek shelter and a cold drink. That's not an option when you're an air conditioning repairman, a mail carrier or countless others who just have to find a way to cope and carry on.

How do they do it? Lots of water and a good sweat rag, they say _ and plenty of rest breaks in the shade.

Dale Curry, a 56-year-old electrician at a construction site, feels like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day, one that's been getting crispy for hours. He guzzles water and rests, but still he aches and can hardly move when the temperature spikes.

He often utters a few choice words, but "it's not a language for small children and ladies," he said.

Even in a place accustomed to triple-digit heat, this has been one hot summer already. Tuesday's 117 degrees tied the record set in 1942.

And don't try dismissing it as a dry heat. Twenty-one people, mostly homeless, have died from similar heat in neighboring Arizona, and authorities in Las Vegas are investigating whether 10 deaths were heat-related.

Step outside if you dare, and see how long it takes for the sweat to start trickling down your cheeks and back. Air conditioners are pumping overtime, errands are run in the morning and at night, parks are deserted until after sundown and only the brave or the crazy hit the links in the middle of the day, despite discounts at some courses. Some construction crews have shifted work to nighttime to try to beat the heat.

This kind of heat cracks dashboards, makes steering wheels too hot to grip and fries feet unfortunate enough to touch pavement. Even swimming pools offer little relief because of bathtub-like temperatures.

Those who must venture outside try the all-A/C route: from air-conditioned homes to air-conditioned cars to air-conditioned shops and offices.

And then there are guys like Darnell Newman, a sales director at Findlay Toyota who has to pound the pavement when a customer wants to look around the car lot.

He came from California in March and is near deciding that Vegas isn't for him.

This, he said, this is crazy.

"I've never dealt with anything like this. I almost had a heat stroke," he said, grabbing some shade by the dealership's doors while he could.

John Graybill, owner of Aire-force One air conditioning repair company, endures even hotter temperatures atop roofs when he becomes the savior in the desert for sweltering customers. His phone hasn't stopped ringing this week, but he takes the summer in stride.

"Heat is heat," he said. "It's part of the job."

Workers atop the Stratosphere hotel-casino gulp water as fast they can. There is no shade, just exhausted, parched and broiling thrill ride operators.

Security officer Joseph Cunico spends four hours a day patrolling the tower pod 906 feet up.

"When you first come up you almost get to the point where you can't stand it," he said.

This summer, Bob McAndrew might be the luckiest guy in Las Vegas. He delivers milk for Anderson Dairy and when the heat starts inching up, he climbs into the back of his truck, where it's a cool, refreshing 40 degrees.

"Never seen it hotter," he said, taking his lunch break inside his truck. "It's a killer."

But no streak lasts forever in Las Vegas, even when it comes to the weather. Temperatures have eased from the terrible teens and will come in under 110 this weekend and next week.

"So we've got a cold wave for Vegas," Cunico joked.
 
Nope, I work in a high security place, they frown on cameras and stuff being brought to the job. heh! Plus, they made a general announcement that if we spoke to the media and the company name made it in the papers about this incident, it would be "dealt with". I dont like being "dealt with". It messes up the whole getting food on the table process, I have found, so no...no pictures.
 
hey terry...great sig. made us both laugh out loud. repeatedly.
not the eyeballs! ahhhhhhhh! LOAO

B-more is your average nasty humid 90 degree poophole during the summer...the good news is that we just bought an ac unit for the studio. Hmmmm, the only air conditioned room is the one with the computers...
 
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