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Back in 2001, my brother and I planned to attend JediCon.
He wanted to be a rebel pilot, so he needed one of them orange overalls.
It's hardly believable how hard it was to find somewhere that sold orange overalls. I think it took a lot of driving to working clothes stores and asking around and about two months.
Today, I was in Emsland, where they had an entire room full of orange overalls.
(Not to take away, though - just for internal use.)
As they're doing a revision in the power plant in Emsland currently, and my boyfriend has to - supervise sounds too strong, attend is too weak, somewhere in between - it; and as he wanted to show me how these things work, he got me a visitor's pass for today.
Those plants are just enormous tea kettles, really. Just... big.
Very big.
And a bit scary - actually, mostly due to size. And all the safety checks and measures. I'm scared of safety checks.
I got shown a lot of technical stuff (more than I can remember, of course, because from a certain point, all gigantic tubes look the same to me). Also, I found out that during revision time, you can stand fairly close to the actual reactor and absorb less radiation than during a standard 6-hour flight. Fun fact.
The most reassuring sound in the world is "ding da-da-da-ding, da-ding! No comtamination."
And now, I try to catch that sleep I didn't get all week.
Oh right, that presentation! - could've been better, could've been worse, I think. At any rate, I don't think Ehmcke-sensei noticed that I'd desperately cobbled it together yesterday evening. *shifty eyes* Or if she did, she didn't show it, and was really nice and friendly. Then again, she always is, really. Oh well.
And just when I was done with the cobbling together - sometime around half past one last night - I stepped out into the hallways to find that the kittens had found, hunted and torn to bits - a roll of toilet paper.
The hallways looked as if it had snowed. Or as if a football team from a country with an all-white flag had celebrated its victory. (The Hiroshima-Nagasaki-Park in Cologne - or the area around the coppertop, at any rate - was full of yellow and blue crepe paper, from the England:Sweden game on Tuesday.) Just what I need at 1:30 in the morning...
He wanted to be a rebel pilot, so he needed one of them orange overalls.
It's hardly believable how hard it was to find somewhere that sold orange overalls. I think it took a lot of driving to working clothes stores and asking around and about two months.
Today, I was in Emsland, where they had an entire room full of orange overalls.
(Not to take away, though - just for internal use.)
As they're doing a revision in the power plant in Emsland currently, and my boyfriend has to - supervise sounds too strong, attend is too weak, somewhere in between - it; and as he wanted to show me how these things work, he got me a visitor's pass for today.
Those plants are just enormous tea kettles, really. Just... big.
Very big.
And a bit scary - actually, mostly due to size. And all the safety checks and measures. I'm scared of safety checks.
I got shown a lot of technical stuff (more than I can remember, of course, because from a certain point, all gigantic tubes look the same to me). Also, I found out that during revision time, you can stand fairly close to the actual reactor and absorb less radiation than during a standard 6-hour flight. Fun fact.
The most reassuring sound in the world is "ding da-da-da-ding, da-ding! No comtamination."
And now, I try to catch that sleep I didn't get all week.
Oh right, that presentation! - could've been better, could've been worse, I think. At any rate, I don't think Ehmcke-sensei noticed that I'd desperately cobbled it together yesterday evening. *shifty eyes* Or if she did, she didn't show it, and was really nice and friendly. Then again, she always is, really. Oh well.
And just when I was done with the cobbling together - sometime around half past one last night - I stepped out into the hallways to find that the kittens had found, hunted and torn to bits - a roll of toilet paper.
The hallways looked as if it had snowed. Or as if a football team from a country with an all-white flag had celebrated its victory. (The Hiroshima-Nagasaki-Park in Cologne - or the area around the coppertop, at any rate - was full of yellow and blue crepe paper, from the England:Sweden game on Tuesday.) Just what I need at 1:30 in the morning...
