Lots of interesting news today

CasterTroy said:
You need to look into a job with inspections dept Matt...that's pretty much their attitude towards any contractor. Be sure to take a copy of the code book to the shitter with you..and keep one on your night stand too
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I did do supplier quality work for the big green german company for a few years ;) But my point was more that there was a lot of dumb stuff that occurs and no one cares, so if you're NOT DUMB you can easily seem really smart compared to your peers.
 
grapehead said:
"Chinese authorities claimed the first explosion had been triggered after the heat of summer caused a highly flammable compound called nitrocellulose to spontaneously catch fire. Nearby stores of ammonium nitrate then caught fire and exploded."

So, they were storing nitrocellulose near all that ammonium nitrate? Is that an intentional bomb or just plain stupidity?
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We had an employee die several years ago from a flash fire caused by nitrocellulose. 90% of his body had 3rd degree burns, his nomex uniform didn't help at all. And that fire was caused by particles left in a chute that were ignited when a drum hit it while being hoisted up into the chute. The plant was also out of commission for 6months while we rebuilt.
 
jeepinmatt said:
I did do supplier quality work for the big green german company for a few years ;) But my point was more that there was a lot of dumb stuff that occurs and no one cares, so if you're NOT DUMB you can easily seem really smart compared to your peers.
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And the Carribean is worse.
I once watched, perversely drawn to not look away, while simultaneously back pedaling, a gasoline delivery truck filling up from a tanker ship. The dude was having some sort of issue with his hose quick connector and after 8-10 good whacks with a hammer they pulled it a good 10' away (got to be safe right) and begin "polishing" it with a side grinder sparks flying everywhere....meanwhile the vertical fill port is wide open and from 100 yards away I could see gasoline vapors off gassing...

And that's before I start talking about a game my son has named "how many islanders must die" I play every time Im there looking at their electrical infastructure
 
Jamaican scaffold,
This was sketchy at best. Guy I talked to when I asked he said they just nail on another 2x when one splits![emoji44]
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rodney eppes said:
Islander kids got Pants? They moving Up!
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But damn dont they look happy?
So many American kids got 20 pair of pants, a cellphone and a tablet, 200 video games, and 6 pair of designer sneakers and walk around miserable.
 
Ron said:
But damn dont they look happy?
So many American kids got 20 pair of pants, a cellphone and a tablet, 200 video games, and 6 pair of designer sneakers and walk around miserable.
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An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “only a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”

To which the American replied, “15 – 20 years.”

“But what then?” Asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!”

“Millions – then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”
 
jeepinmatt said:
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “only a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”

To which the American replied, “15 – 20 years.”

“But what then?” Asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!”

“Millions – then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”
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Put to music...
 
WARRIORWELDING said:
Article said it was surrounded by another 3000. But reading it I was laughing hard. I used to sneak out and tromp for hours in the dark with a neighbor covering miles.
He "feared" man.......help!
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i was talking to a guy at work the only time ive truely felt lost was in a couple hundred acres of 5 year old planted pines in the flat lands. when you cant see 5ft in any direction you just pick a way and keep going till you get out.
 
It dropped "all the way to 40 degrees"
1 you aint freezing in 40 degree weather.
2 I'm pretty sure you exaggerated and it hasnt been 40, in Nashville, in August.
 
Hells bells, any more than 100 acres and you better pack a lunch fellas...I'm telling you!! :lol:

I grew up on 72 acres on the new river. With permission to ride my dirtbike on the adjacent properties. I bet I rode on over 500 acres every weekend. I've never been lost. But then again I've been in the woods and been taught how to follow water since I was able to walk.
 
Only time I've been "lost" was coon hunting. We would use a compass to see which way dogs were before walking in off firebreak adjust the pointer to N, walk out pointed to S. Simple, usually wound up within sight of the truck on the firebreak. One night dad and I set our compass backwards from each other, so we argued which way to go back. I knew I hadn't moved around the tree though when we got to the dogs, so my compass was right, we had to go back behind me. After arguing a while my cousin said he knew the way back, so my uncle said lead on. Dad got mad and threw his compass down near a log, we started walking, started out E then S then W, finally N with me saying the whole time we were going in circles and dad and uncle saying no we weren't. Finally someone asked how I knew, I said well first, and explained the compass, and I said secondly, there's dad's compass next to the log where he threw it 30 minutes ago! I said we go this way and started walking. We came out of the woods on top of the trucks.

This was probably over 2000 acres, but it was surrounded so if you walked straight you'd come out on the Cape Fear river, a high tension power line (where the trucks were parked) a 2 lane blacktop, or a junkyard that was fenced and ran from the 2 lane to the river on one side of the property.

There's no reason to be lost if you can see the sky, walk in a straight line you'll come out somewhere, especially here on the east coast.
 
Tim C said:
Only time I've been "lost" was coon hunting. We would use a compass to see which way dogs were before walking in off firebreak adjust the pointer to N, walk out pointed to S. Simple, usually wound up within sight of the truck on the firebreak. One night dad and I set our compass backwards from each other, so we argued which way to go back. I knew I hadn't moved around the tree though when we got to the dogs, so my compass was right, we had to go back behind me. After arguing a while my cousin said he knew the way back, so my uncle said lead on. Dad got mad and threw his compass down near a log, we started walking, started out E then S then W, finally N with me saying the whole time we were going in circles and dad and uncle saying no we weren't. Finally someone asked how I knew, I said well first, and explained the compass, and I said secondly, there's dad's compass next to the log where he threw it 30 minutes ago! I said we go this way and started walking. We came out of the woods on top of the trucks.

This was probably over 2000 acres, but it was surrounded so if you walked straight you'd come out on the Cape Fear river, a high tension power line (where the trucks were parked) a 2 lane blacktop, or a junkyard that was fenced and ran from the 2 lane to the river on one side of the property.

There's no reason to be lost if you can see the sky, walk in a straight line you'll come out somewhere, especially here on the east coast.
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A compass is about useless if you don't have a map w north pointer that shows the area where you started from and you check what direction/directions you traveled from there now and then.
 
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