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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" width="95%" align="center"> <tr bgcolor="#234c6f"><td> <table border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="1"> <tr bgcolor="#234c6f"> <td colspan="2" align="left"> <font size="3" color="#FFFFFF" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>T O P I C ��� R E V I E W</b> </font></td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#A3B9CC"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Baloo</b> <br /><small>Member # 5</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,0,19,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">12:19 AM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> I located the following at <A HREF="http://www.scalzi.com" TARGET=_blank>www.scalzi.com</A> . I like the way his mind works.<P><blockquote><center><font size=+1>Beer In Space</font></center><P>This week, a million fraternity brothers rushed to join NASA. The reason: scientists have discovered beer in space.<P>Well, not beer exactly. But they did find alcohol: ethyl alcohol, to be precise, the active ingredient in all major alcoholic drinks (antifreeze Jell-O shots, quite obviously, are exempted from this category). Three British scientists, Drs. Tom Millar, Geoffrey MacDonald and Rolf Habing, discovered this interstellar Everclear floating in a gas cloud in the contellation of Aquila (sign of the Eagle, the mascot of Anhauser-Busch! Hmmmmm).<P>Millar and his compatriots has estimated the size of this gas cloud at approximately 1,000 times the diameter of our own solar system; there's enough alcohol out there, they say, to make 400 trillion trillion pints of beer. These guys are British, mind you; if you were to translate this in terms of American beer (which the British, with some justification, regard as fermented club soda), the amount of potential brewski just about doubles.<P>In human terms: remember that double-keg party you threw at the end of your Junior year in college (the second Junior year)? Imagine throwing that same party, every eight hours, for the next 30 billion years. You'd STILL have beer left over. And boy, would YOUR bathroom be a mess! Simply put, no one could ever drink 400 trillion trillion pints of beer, except maybe L.A. Raiders fans.<P>The sheer volume of all this alcohol begs the question of how it managed to get out there in the first place. Despite the simplifying effect it has on the human brain, ethyl alcohol is a reasonably complex molecule: two carbon atoms, five hydrogen atoms, and a hydroxyl radical, all cavorting together in beery camaraderie. It's not a compund that is going to spontaneously arise out of the cold depths of space. It can lead to speculation: What is this cloud?<P><OL><LI><B>It's God's beer.</B> After all, He worked for six days creating the universe, and on the seventh day, He rested. And after you've had a hard week at the office, don't YOU grab a beer? Since man is made in God's image, it could be that this cloud is the remaining evidence of the first, best Miller Time.<P><LI><B>It's Purgatory</B> ("400 trillion trillion bottles of beer on the wall, 400 trillion trillion bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, 399,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999 bottles of beer on the wall!")<P><LI>Proof of an undeniably highly advanced but chronically dipsomaniac alien society. This particular theory is shaky, however: it's reasonable to assume that if the aliens were going to construct a nebula of alcohol, they'd also have large clouds of Beer Nuts and pretzels nearby for snacking. Advanced spectral analysis has yet to locate them.</OL><P>The truth of the matter, however, is far more prosiac. In the middle of this gas cloud is a young and no doubt quite inebriated star. As the star heats up and contracts, sucking the dust and gas of the cloud into a smaller area, complex molecules form as a result of greater intereaction between the elements. Ethyl alcohol forms on small motes of dust in the cloud, and then, as the motes angle in closer towards the star and heat up, the alcohol is released from the motes in gaseous form. And there you have it: an alcohol cloud. Or, as Dave Bowman might say, "My God! It's full of booze!"<P>Enough with the science lesson, you say. Just tell me how to GET there! Sorry, Chuckles. You can't get there from here. The gas cloud (which, by the way, has the utterly romantic name of "G34.3") is 10,000 light years away: 58 quadrillion miles. Even if you hijacked the shuttle and headed out with thrusters on full, by the time you got there, the guy in Purgatory would be done with his tune. You'd have had time to work up a powerful thirst, but you'd also be, in a word, dead.<P>No, the Space Beer Cloud will have to wait for the far future, when men can leap through the universe at warp speed. One can only imagine what they will do when they get there:<P><blockquote>Captain Kirk: My....GOD! Sulu! What....is....THAT?<P>Sulu: It's a free floating cloud of alcohol, sir.<P>Kirk: And we've just run out of Romulan Ale! Could it be a trap, Bones?<P>Bones: Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a distiller of fine spirits!<P>Kirk: We need that booze! But if we fly through that cloud, we'll be too drunk to drive!<P>Spock: May I remind you, Jim, that I am a Vulcan. We are a race of designated drivers.<P>Kirk: Well, all righty, then. Spock, drive us through! Bones and I will be out on the hull. With our mouths... open!</blockquote><P>To boldly drink what no man has drunk before.</blockquote><P>Now that's <I>science!</I><P>--Baloo<P>------------------<BR>I'm not uncouth.<BR>I'm <I>differently mannered</I>.<BR><A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shire/8641/" TARGET=_blank>www.geocities.com/Area51/Shire/8641/</A> <P> <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#E5EAEF"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>RW</b> <br /><small>Member # 27</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,8,29,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">08:29 AM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <BR>No thanks, I don't drink. Now, if they discover a cloud of acrylic paint to we could combine both and paint our solar system. <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#A3B9CC"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Jubilee</b> <br /><small>Member # 99</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,15,21,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">03:21 PM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> It's The God and Goddess's beer. That makes the most sense. *LOL* ....<P><BR>*ROFL @ Star Trek skit*<P>------------------<BR>"Angels, answer me,<BR> are you near if rain should fall?<BR> Am I to believe <BR> you will rise to calm the storm?<BR> For so great a treasure words will never do.<BR> Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.<BR> mine to give........ "<BR>~ Enya<BR> <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#E5EAEF"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Kosh</b> <br /><small>Member # 167</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,16,28,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">04:28 PM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <B>UUUUURRRRPPPP!!!!</B> s'cuse me.<P>------------------<BR><B>WHO ARE YOU?</B><P><BR> <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#A3B9CC"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Jaresh Inyo</b> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,17,59,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">05:59 PM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> The real reason the Dominion attacked...<P>------------------<BR>Josh: I think they're getting to know each other a bit too well, if you catch my drift.<br>Me: Oh, I agree. I think they're spending too much time together, that is of course, if you catch my drift.<br>Asher: I think he's *ucking her, and he's cheating on his wife, and he's risking his marriage, and if his wife finds out about it she'll leave him and take their son, and his life will be ruined. If you catch my drift...<br> <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#E5EAEF"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Baloo</b> <br /><small>Member # 5</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,21,22,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">09:22 PM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> I wonder if the Borg would be much of a threat if they assimilated <I>that</I> on their way to the Alpha quadrant?<P><blockquote>"We are the Bor(hic)... Bor(hic)... Bor(hic)... people with built-in thingies.<P>In us (Urrrrp!)<P>Resis(hic)... Resis(hic)... Resis(hic)... Resis(hic)... <P>You can't stop us.<P>We will assim(hic)... assim(hic)... assim(hic)... take you over now. We will start with your beer nuts and pretzels and work our way up from there.<P><small>Oog. Equilibrium is inconsequential. Nausea is futile. Gyros going off line. Emergency shut-down in prog...</small>"<P>"I've seen enough, Mr. Worf. Assemble a detox team for immediate beam-over and alert starfleet we'll require the assistance of at least three medical cruisers. See if the 'Betty Ford' is in the sector, will you?"</blockquote><P>------------------<BR>I'm not uncouth.<BR>I'm <I>differently mannered</I>.<BR><A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Shire/8641/" TARGET=_blank>www.geocities.com/Area51/Shire/8641/</A> <P><p>[This message has been edited by Baloo (edited July 22, 1999).] <br /> </font> </td></tr> <tr bgcolor="#A3B9CC"> <td valign="top" width="18%"> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <b>Saiyanman Benjita</b> <br /><small>Member # 122</small> </font></td> <td width="82%"> <font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> <img src="https://flare.solareclipse.net/posticon.gif" border="0" alt=" - " /> posted <script language="JavaScript1.3" type="text/javascript"> document.write(timestamp(new Date(1999,6,22,23,7,0), dfrm, tfrm, 0, 0, 0, 0)); </script><noscript><span class="dateformat-0">July 22, 1999</span> <span class="timeformat-0">11:07 PM</span></noscript><hr /> </font> <font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> I'm just writing you from NASA. We're going there first, you British Redcoats. You may think of us as drunken sods, but if we make it there first, we'll be Really drunken sods. *Belches XXX he got from the Duty free because America's beer is really weak.*<P>------------------<BR>Nurse: Can I help you?<BR>Stan: We're here to commit our friend, Kyle.<BR>Nurse: Reason?<BR>Kyle: I'm a clinically depressed fecalpheliac on Prozac.<BR>Nurse: <B>JACKET!!</B><BR> <br /> </font> </td></tr> </table></td></tr></table> <br /> <br />
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