I’m off to the theatre to see the Wizard of Oz.
Family Motto: Spero meliora. (Loosely translated as, "I hope for better things") And if you don't like bad language, then bugger off. Beware. Cookies maybe lurking on this site. I usually post several times a day about differing subjects. Do scroll down
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Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Monday, 9 May 2011
Wi Fi in the wild endangered.
God give me strength when I read ramblings of this sort. Written by that silly tart, Louise Gray, in the Tubbygraph.
Stupidities like this.
The signal from wi-fi cannot travel as far when temperatures increase. Heavy downfalls of rain also affect the ability of the device to capture a signal.
For a start the majority of Wi Fi is internal. Ie, in peoples homes. Mine’s about 20 ft from this computer and I can use my laptop from the other end of the garden. Why I would need to use it in the vegetable patch is beyond me?
Regards rain Louise, has your house not got a roof?
At least the government are just starting to maybe realise that they may have made a mistake about building Bird Mincers Wind turbines.
Ministers are backing the construction of too many expensive offshore wind farms too quickly, senior advisers on green policy warn today.
In a report into the future of energy, the influential Committee on Climate Change calls on the Government to scale back plans to build thousands of turbines off the coast of Britain.
I would like to think that this might be a turning point. But when you have a majority of scientifically illiterate politicians gracing the green benches, then is there any hope for us ?
If I had my way the words green, renewable, carbon, wind turbine, and politician would be expunged from the dictionary.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Marine Engineering now.
If you’ve been reading my previous posts blathering on about marine engineering in the dim and distant past. This post I hope will illustrate the change from those days.
My last ship before retiring was state of the art. No big cathedral type engine or inefficient boilers and steam turbine any where in sight. No standing at a manoeuvring station pulling large levers just to try and make the ship move. Now it’s just done with the aid of a trackball and a click of a button on a keypad.
No big engine, instead the whole thing is electrically propelled.
Propulsion
The ship's diesel-electric propulsion system is based on a 14MW ALSTOM variable speed, bi-directional AC electric drive motor, controlled by a CEGELEC synchro-converter.
Four generators, supplied by ALSTOM and each providing 4.69MW, are driven by Wartsila V12 VASA32 (Lox Nox) diesel engines. The engines drive a single fixed pitch propeller and shaft.
The ship is equipped with an 18t thrust electric bow thruster and a 12t thrust electric stern thruster. The ship's auxiliary diesel engine provides 1.6MW.
The ships propulsion system provides a maximum speed of 21 knots and a minimum sustainable speed of 4 knots for up to 12 hours, without detriment to the machinery. The range exceeds 8,000 nautical miles.
And guess what? All this is controlled by a joystick on the bridge. At idle there is just one generator connected to the propulsion motor. If more speed is required then generators start and connect themselves automatically, with the reverse happening when speed is reduced. Even parallel parking is made easy. Just point the joystick in the direction you want to go and the computers control the prop and the thrusters and neatly slot you where you need to be.
Running out of water? Not in this day and age. Part of my remit was to operate and maintain the two reverse osmosis plants that could produce from sea water, 100,000 litres of fresh water per day!
Now these plants looked really complicated, as there were pipes and control valves packed onto a skid and looked truly baffling to an outsider (including my boss). When we were running low on potable water I would tell my boss that I was going to start making water and he would nod sagely and leave me to what he thought was a difficult task. OMG it was. Can you imagine the difficulty of standing in front of the control panel and pressing the area on the touch screen marked “Start”?
Another of my responsibilities was to look after the refrigeration plant. This is an area of marine engineering that has been considered as on par with the black arts by many in the engineering fraternity. In the past we had dedicated fridge engineers to look after this aspect of engineering. Due to austerity measures they were eased out and engineers such as myself did conversion courses in this necromancy. Now refrigeration has a basic cycle of compression, cooling, expansion, and evaporation. And unless someone repeals the laws of physics, this is how all fridges are going to work for the foreseeable future.
First compress the vapour, next cool it in the condenser till liquid. After that the expansion valve expands some of the liquid into vapour causing rapid cooling of the mixture which passes through the evaporator in the freezer chamber, absorbing heat from the produce contained therein. The trick is to adjust the expansion valve so that all the liquid is turned to vapour before returning to the compressor, as compressors seriously hate liquid.
The other good thing about modern ships is Engineers no longer have to stand those tedious watches of four hours on and eight off. Nowadays there is one Engineer Officer of the Day in charge of the running of the machinery, and when it gets to the end of the working day he kicks everyone else out of the machinery spaces locks the door, sets the alarm system to broadcast to his cabin, and hopes for a quiet night.
Anyone out there like to know about Replenishment at Sea?
Wait for my post about sin and debauchery prevalent in the sixties, coming to a blog near you.
Friday, 6 May 2011
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Money saved by bad service.
Yes really. My aged Dragon Mother in law’s video recorder finally gave up the ghost and being a dutiful son- in- law I duly searched for a replacement. After a bit of trawling around on the internet I came across a cheap, cheerful, and easy to use PVR from a well known store where the girl in the tight jeans taps her back pocket to the accompanying jingle of cash.
Now I ordered this before the Royal Wedding and paid for named day delivery. The date being 3rd of this month. Stipulation from the delivery cunts company being that the delivery could be anywhere between 0700 and 1900.
OK. Fair enough.
No it bloody wasn’t. I tracked it from the day of purchase and was pleased that it had arrived into the local depot on 28th April. However the 3rd came and went, and no delivery. So yesterday morning I phoned the courier company and politely asked where was my package. I was assured that the local depot would be contacted and I was to expect a call from them in 20-30 minutes. 4 hours later, fuck all contact.
Oh well back on the phone (premium rate of course, complete with “Due to the high demand……………..etc,etc) I spoke with a complete mongtard, who seemed to think that this was a perfectly acceptable way to conduct their business. Needless to say after trying to get over to this twat that I was the customer and he had let me down, I gave him an ultimatum. If my order gets to me by midday today then I would accept it. I might as well have beaten my head against a re-inforced wall. (Oh I forgot to tell you that this company is run from Liverpool. Enough said?). 1201 today I cancelled the order.
This order was for £124 and here the upside of the story. Whilst seething away, I managed to locate the same product for the grand sum of £87. Duly ordered.
Sorry to bore you with this. However if you informed that the courier service is The Home Delivery Network, be afraid, very afraid.
Gullible Warmenist
A short, but to the point definition of one who believes in the whole scam of Global warming. Taken from the Urban Dictionary
Gullible, scientificially illiterate, unthinking acolyte and zombie-fied propagandist of the Religion of Anthropogenic Global Warming. One who takes direct orders from High Priest King of Idiocy, Albert J. Gore. One who puts the "mental" in environmentalism. Historical inheritors of those who believed that King Canute could hold back the tides and that the wolf would eat the moon unless their first-born daughter's virginity was sacrificed to the local shaman.
Says it all.
H/T to Jo Nova