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The kind of woman who could pleasantly instruct you to fuck off, dear, and you immediately would because you’d just hate to disappoint her.
“Cold enough,” Tristan hazarded, “to form a Bose-Einstein condensate?” “I love it when you talk dirty,” Oda said,
“Grad student. Primary demographic for magical thinking.”
“Did your friends come through with the liquid helium?” I asked. Certainly the first time in my life I had uttered that sentence.
Liquid helium, as I now knew, was fifty times as expensive as the liquid nitrogen we had been using, and a lot colder.
Helium is, for all intents and purposes, a finite resource. It is the by-product of certain minerals' radioactive decay. They decay extremely slowly, and don't produce much helium.
Supercooling for MRIs is the primary industrial usage of helium.
The Constantinople Theater was a broad canvas of safe houses and planned DEDEs, all having to do with limiting Russia’s power in the Balkans and the Black Sea.
How ironic.
I'm reading this on March 18, 2022, 4:30am, comfy in my garage, high on legal weed in the desert SW. It's chilly.
Day 23 (?) I think, of Putin's invasion of Ukraine. The USA is not at war with Russia, (yet), and COVID is spiking again.
SLAVA UKRAINI! GLORY TO THE HEROES! LONG LIVE ZELENSKY!!! KYIV WILL NEVER FALL!!!
In the present case, as you know, what we are trying to achieve is to pry Crimea loose from the Russians and get it back into the full and undisputed possession of Ukraine, all without firing a shot or engaging in military operations as that term is normally understood.
This is so weird. I had no idea of the subject of D.O.D.O. til I started reading it. Coincidental, but kinda weird.
Yes, General Frink, Crimea is part of the Ukraine today. You may share with me a vague memory, rapidly fading, of a Russian invasion that never happened. As if we dreamed it, and the memory of the dream is being dispelled by the more concrete realities of the new day.
Private message from LTC Lyons to Dr. Stokes: Don’t correct him about Valhalla, Stokes. I know you want to. Don’t.