Hello fellow marine engineers.
I'm wondering if anyone of you works on steam powered turbines, some LNGC maybe. I have a few questions about main boilers and thier waste heat recovery systems. I'm not talking about boilers that uses diesel's engines exhaust gas to vapor the water, but main boilers like MB from Mitsubishi or UF from Kawasaki
So this boiler room set represents a pristine example of techno music loosening up people, chipping at their shell, lighting up something, somehow, driving them mad, and it got me thinking.
I'll always remember this night during Nocturne 4 at Mutek 2014 in Montreal. Somewhere during the Pinch & Lee Bannon live stretch something snapped, people went crazy, shouting, restless. I can't exactly tell how or when, but you could feel something infectious and outerwordly took over you and the crowd. Techno often feels quite introspective and cerebral, but in that case you had all of a sudden people intently looking and grinning at each others.
Do you, beloved techno heads, have ever witnessed other such occurrences of light, music triggered communal hysteria? Any story, set, link, or event in that category you'd bother to share with us?
So I (23F) had a hard day at work. I got off work before my bf (26M) came home and wanted a drink. Rifled thru our liquor cabinet and found some scotch. Didn’t think much of it and in the 4-5 hours before my bf came home, I had 3 glasses.
Bf comes home. Sees the bottle of scotch on the counter. Loses it. He won’t tell me how much the scotch was but says it was over 500 dollars. And I drank 3 glasses. He apparently had been saving that for a special occasion (he hadn’t told me, or mentioned it, it wasn’t in a box it was just sitting on the shelf with the rest of our liquor). Apparently the scotch was aged 20+ years and I mixed it with coke. He’s beyond furious and devastated. I’ve promised to get him a new bottle but I’m definitely going to have to save up for it. Fml.
TLDR: I drank my bf’s 20+ year aged scotch by mixing it with coke. It was over $500. I now have to figure out how to afford to replace his bottle.
ETA: bf has calmed down. It was apparently a bachelor party gift for a guy where he’s best man. I’m going to replace the bottle and he is going to help and we’re going to keep the opened bottle for ourselves.
ETA since people keep asking me: the scotch was dalwhinne 30 year. Retail price for us is $800
Update: this has massively blown up, I can hardly keep up with the comments. I think y’all broke my Reddit app bc it was down for 20 minutes or so. Bf and I are fine. He’s asleep on the couch in a mini food coma. We both apologized to each other, had a glass neat and now we’re snoozing. For everyone calling my bf a tool or whatever, he admits it was dumb to put it in the cabinet. We have a very happy relationship and we kissed and made up after we both cooled off.
Bar man says "no worries, but why the big pause?"
Polar bear says "Oh, I've always had these"
The scotch egg is made up of: Sausage, Egg, and Bread, three of the most important ingredients of the mighty full English, so why do my fellow Brits judge me when I grab a Scotch egg for an easy breakfast?
I personally believe that the scotch egg needs a rebranding into a breakfast food to increase its popularity and start raking in profits for big egg.
Am I insane or simply a radical visionary?
I couldn't sleep last night. I got up and went outside for a smoke at stupid o clock. It was freezing cold, and within a minute of going outside I bumped into my neighbour, who was in floods of tears.
Her boiler wasn't working. She had no heating and no hot water, despite being over £200 in credit on her gas. She was cold, upset and in a bit of a state.
She had to shower before work and get her kid ready - she's a hardworking single parent - and she was terrified of the huge cost of replacing a broken boiler.
I have very little knowledge of boilers, but my parents' old Baxi boiler has needed repressurising every time the seasons have changed, ever since they've had it. I got an engineer to show me how to do it years ago.
It turned out that my neighbour's boiler was almost identical to my parents' boiler. The fault code (E119) told me it just needed repressurising. The only difference was, the valve that repressurises the system was easier to find!
Two minute job, I had her heating and hot water straight back on. I stayed 10 mins to make sure I'd not over pressurised the boiler (I hadn't, but if I had, bleeding a radiator would have sorted it). The job was a good one!
My neighbour literally cried on my shoulder with relief. Lesson to everyone: get to know your neighbours, if you don't already!
EDIT: Thank you so much for the lavverly awards! I'm rolling around naked in a big pile of internet points right now. It feels good! I'm flattered.
