I'd like to swim in a non-Newtonian fluid, just for the experience.
Would it be possible to swim in gold coins? You know, like Scrooge MacDuck?Water has a density of one kilogram per liter, or cubic decimeter. Assuming that filling one cubic decimeter with gold coins fills about 75% of the space, that gives it a density of 19 kg/dm3*0.75=14.25 kg/dm3, which is still fourteen times denser than water. And that's ignoring the vast increase in friction between the material if you actually tried to swim in it.
It's about as cliche as you can get, but I've always really wanted to swim in a pool full of jell-o.
On a dubiously related note, watching scantily clad ladies wrestle in jello is the best thing ever.
I'd like to swim in a non-Newtonian fluid, just for the experience.
I think swimming in mercury, toxic effects aside, would be really fun. It's so dense that you'd float like a silver duck.You might not have as much control as you'd need unless you're on your back. On your front, you'd need your arms to keep your face above the surface. They'd tend to sink. Could you "paddle" in such a dense medium? Surely someone's thought this through.
I wonder what life is like for a person who does not feel awkwardness anywhere near the level I do. I feel awkward over the tiniest little things. It's rare when I feel completely in control, and when I do I always awkwardly second-guess myself the following day. Idunno. Self-assured people are the object of my envy.
The plant where large [product name deleted] tubes were assembled was a large barn with a hard packed oily dirt floor. Some of these tubes were larger than 55 gallon drums; control rectifiers for pumped storage power plants, etc. There were open 55 gallon drums of mercury around to fill them. One of the tour demos was to see if you were able to completely immerse your arm in a drum of mercury. I remember the feeling of almost being lifted off the ground by the buoyancy of my arm deep in the barrel.
The hard part of swimming in mercury would be to get any part of your body below the surface.Quote from: a reader of periodic table.comThe plant where large [product name deleted] tubes were assembled was a large barn with a hard packed oily dirt floor. Some of these tubes were larger than 55 gallon drums; control rectifiers for pumped storage power plants, etc. There were open 55 gallon drums of mercury around to fill them. One of the tour demos was to see if you were able to completely immerse your arm in a drum of mercury. I remember the feeling of almost being lifted off the ground by the buoyancy of my arm deep in the barrel.
Gold coins would be denser, but (duh) less fluid, so maybe you could "immerse" yourself.
On a dubiously related note, watching scantily clad ladies wrestle in jello is the best thing ever.
I've just never understood the 'girls fighting is hot' thing at all. If we're got two girls with low self esteem, just make 'em bang for our amusement, why waste it getting them to fight?
I've just never understood the 'girls fighting is hot' thing at all. If we're got two girls with low self esteem, just make 'em bang for our amusement, why waste it getting them to fight?
There is just so much wrong with that post, both individually and culturally...
Keep up the good work!
I couldn't let you be king of TMI, redball!
I guess my question is, did she point it out?Nope. Though, when pointed out, there was a moment of 'huh, funny', before we went on with the business at hand, triangle chokes with the legs.
We went to a halloween party this past weekend and it was all skinny little college girls with nice butts. One had a corset.
(I just remembered that I had a dream last night where there was this seven foot tall dude and I was like, "Can I hug you?" and he hugged me and PICKED ME UP and it was basically the best thing ever.)
How... Were they like rock hard or something? Or was she wearing a bra of steel? Does not compute. :psyduck:
I am about 5'3, and my boyfriend is at least a foot taller - I think more like a foot and a half. It is ridiculous. I don't usually feel short (this year I am only the fourth smallest in the choir!) but I do next to him.You're conscious enough of that height difference I wonder if your estimate's accurate. Maybe you should place him in a doorway, stand on a chair and measure his height.
By a clever experiment involving suspending variously-weighted vegetables from the ceiling on pieces of elastic, trip wires, displacement of soup in a large vat and diffraction of light from an oversized crystal, I have determined that he is actually only a foot taller than me.