Subject: ASSC vs RAD From: oldfool72@aol.com Dear Group, I'm home, I am drunk, and this thread got me started. Lap dancing and prostitution? Nude dancing and prostitution? Making chemicals and prostitution? Is prostitution defined as selling yourself? Or just selling your body? I sell myself everytime I walk through the gate at my place of employment. They own my time. There is a limited amount available to me. They now own my body. (Another story about union politics resulting in my body being sold to the company((random drug testing)) for nothing). Is the sale a good bargain? I cash the paychecks. I go back for another day, week, year, lifetime. Any other costs? Just the tattoo's of life. Didn't you know that the heating/cooling jacket of this reactor held 4-5000 lbs of water? Oh, you're new? too bad. should have been more careful taking out that defective valve.Steam? Just hot water. At 75 psi it was only 450degrees F. So now you got a couple of brown scar tissue spots on your shins. Yeah, they break open and bleed easily when you bump them now. You cashed the paycheck, didn't you? Who has been sold? Who owns who? Nitrogen is an inert gas. So harmless. It's real good for pressurizing the seal on a reactor agitator. Got to have enough pressure to counteract the 400-450 pounds of pressure in the reactor. Right? Low N2 pressure and you got the alarm. Haul a new bottle in and hook it up. No problem. Oops, the hose broke. Braided stainless steel, 1/4 inch, rated at 10,000 PSI. I guess the corrosive atmosphere weakened it. Whips me worse than any Cat-o-Nine tails. So a few spots with the flesh torn off. A chemical plant tattoo on the inside of your bicep? You cashed the paycheck didn't you? You could always get a job flipping burgers at Hardee's. You must not have been careful enough. We all sell ourselves. Because we want the money or it's equivalent. When I sell myself, the world gets specialty fine chemicals, and disinfectant liquids. Keep those toilets clean. When Ginger, or Sayla, or Jessica, or(sigh) Cara sell themselves, some of us get a little happiness or hope to keep us going. Long winded even for me. Tommorrow Jessica goes under the knife for new boobs. I didn't wish her luck, told her she wouldn't need it. The doctor knows what he is doing. I worry nonetheless. OLDFOOL72