#british thermal unit

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Table 8.6 lists equivalents in joules for a variety of frequently encountered units.

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[iicraft505]

mispelling but as btu call that british thermal unit

[bejeweledblondie]

Knight In Shining Armor

Captain John Price x F! Royalty Reader

Summary: Y/N is part of the British Royal Family & is kidnapped by terrorists. John Price & Task Force 141 are given the responsibility of rescuing her before the ransom deadline

Warnings: mentions of torture, abuse, kidnapping, anxiety

Captain John Price was ready to kick his feet up & relax for the rest of the weekend. He had already cracked open a beer. With one click of the tv remote he knew his weekend would be anything other than relaxing.

“This just in her royal highness the Duchess of Windsor Y/N L/N has just been ambushed & is considered missing. The young Duchess was leaving a gala when armed men ambushed her vehicle & were able to successfully kidnap her. Her whereabouts are unknown at the moment & London is currently on lockdown near Buckingham Palace.” The news anchor on the television reported. A groan escaped his lips knowing this mission would come across his desk.

“Fuckin hell, “ He cursed to himself & looked up at the ceiling. “Lord I wanted one weekend, one fucking weekend is that too much to ask for?”

Right on cue his phone started to vibrate. Laswell in big letters flashed across his screen.

“Don’t even elaborate where do we need to be?” He asked rubbing his temples.

“Well hello to you too, meet me at headquarters as soon as possible.” She stated. He stood up & stretched before sending a message out to the rest of his team. He walked into his bedroom & pulled out his combat pants, combat thermal, & two pairs of socks. Price got dressed & laced up boots. The thought of the Duchess started to creep into his mind. He couldn’t even imagine what she was experiencing. The absolute fear of being at the mercy of international terrorists has to have terrifying.

Price made his way to his car & started it. He started to drive to the post & when he got to the gate he scanned his ID. The soldier saluted him & the gate arm lifted. He pulled up of the offices & started to walk into the building. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, & Alejandro were already sitting in the briefing room waiting for him. Laswell was already at the front of the room with the screen behind her turned on.

“Ah Captain Price! Good to see you! Sit down so we can start.” Laswell said. “Colonel Vargas & his team will be conducting this operation with us due to the severity of the situation.” Price sat down, & Laswell started her briefing. “So while we don’t know how the Duchess was able to be taken, we were able to pin her location. Seems like our terrorists didn’t do a good job at giving their location. They released a video with a list of their demands, & hefty ransom. It is disturbing I’ll admit. They’ve beaten this poor woman to hell & back already.” Laswell pressed a key on the laptop in front of her & the video started.

There sat the Duchess tied to a chair with smudged mascara & a black eye. She was trying her hardest to stay awake. The once beautiful pink gown she had on was covered in blood & dirt. Pure anger ran through Price’s veins seeing her in that state. Each of the terrorists had black balaclavas on & stood on either side of her.

“To the Royal Family & the United Kingdom, we are taking revenge. One by one each Royal family of each Western nation will start going missing if you do not fulfill our wishes. If you wan to see her again, let alone alive you will fulfill our wishes. The cost of her safe return is 500 million dollars. You have until midnight.” One of the Balaclava clad men demanded. He gripped her chin roughly & she protested at his grip. “You little cunt. You will respect me.” He lifted the hand that held a Glock in it & used the back of the gun to slap her across the face. A loud cracking noise happening & the video paused.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap said. “Who are we dealing with?”

“The usual suspects.” Laswell replied. “We pinned their location & we have to act accordingly because it’s very clear their intentions will result in more violence. They’ve taken her to a warehouse in Romania, & we have their governments full permission to go in. So let’s get going, we lift off at 20:00.” She closed the laptop & everyone got up from their respective seats. Everyone started to funnel out of the conference room & started down to the air strip.

There was a heaviness in the air, they knew the weight on their shoulders. Not just the weight of the United Kingdom was on their shoulders but the entire western world. Alejandro’s team already had their gear laid out ready for inspection & he walked off to make sure they had everything.

“Alrighty lads lay out your gear for inspection.” Price shouted. One by one he went through each of their gear & made sure it was ready for use. Thankfully no one was missing anything. Two Blackhawk helicopters sat on the air strip waiting to take them over the border into Romania. 20:00 came faster then they had anticipated & both teams boarded the helicopters.

The usually chatty Task Force 141 sat in silence. They looked around at each other solemnly, & praying that the Duchess would be still alive. Price couldn’t get the image of her being brutalized. The men were familiar with her philanthropic efforts, & they were infuriated someone would go out their way to hurt her. Y/N had spent time overseas in incredibly dangerous countries delivering medicine herself, & showcasing what children in those countries go through. She was a saint in the public eye & overall was a incredibly kind woman.

“We are over the border gentlemen & in Romania. Fifteen minutes away from target.” The pilot had stated. They were all filled with pure adrenaline by this point eager to get on the ground. “Target located gentlemen.” The pilot. “Gods speed.” The warehouse was below them, & the fast ropes dropped. One by one both teams dropped men. Alejandro’s team took the ground & Task Force 141 took the roof. These terrorists clearly weren’t smart enough to plant guards on the roof.

Ghost kicked in the door the lead to the stairs. He threw in a grenade & then started to use the light on his rifle to lead the team in. They walked past bodies of the men hit by the grenade & started all the way down to the loading docks of the warehouse. Price could tell the warehouse hadn’t been used in years. Rust & mold were all over the metal of the building. Once they made it to the bottom of the stairs, they were greeted with the gun fire. Both Ghost & Price easily eliminated those threats.

Price could hear Alejandro’s team outside, the sound of the gun fire echoed through the building. The lights were completely knocked out but they were able to eliminate any & all targets.

“Captain!” Ghost yelled over the radio alerting Price. “Found her.” He ran over to the room were Ghost was. There she was, Y/N Windsor the Duchess of Windsor. Her ballgown was completely destroyed & was covered in wounds. Some deeper than others. She was entirely unconscious, poor thing couldn’t respond to Ghost’s questions. Thankfully she still had a pulse but it was evident she was hanging by a thread. Price picked her up & she was limp. “Ghost we need to get back to the helicopter.” He said. Over the radio Ghost had alerted Alejandro they had located the Duchess. Price held her close to his body, & tried to apply pressure to the more intense wounds. On the helicopter she was able to open her eyes, & saw the Union Jack on Price’s plate carrier. Still in his arms, she weakly lifted her arm up & pointed to the flag.

“Please don’t let me die,” she mustered out.

“Don’t worry darling, I won’t.” He replied. She then passed out again afterwards.

Finally they were able to get on board the helicopter & out of Romania. Once they had landed base on the air strip on base a ambulance was waiting for them. Price & Laswell sat in the back of the ambulance as a liaison for the Royals. Once at the hospital the staff took her & brought her immediately into surgery. Still covered in the Duchesses blood & sweat Price sat there in the waiting room his leg shaking out of anxiety. Laswell rubbed his back gently in an attempt to comfort him.

Eight hours of surgery later, the surgeon exited the operating room with good news. The Duchess was going to make a full recovery. A wave of relief washed over him. The news outlets were updated almost instantly by Buckingham Palace Officials. Price went everyday to the hospital to visit her. Although she was asleep & he still spoke to her. She infiltrated every single thought he had every waking moment. Soap had teased him a little bit about it only to be met with a death stare.

About a week later, she awoke to the sound of a deep British accent talking to her. The same one that had been in her dreams. She awoke to bright lights & the beeping of the heart monitor. Her moved around violently as she tried to take in her surroundings.

“Love, you’re alright you’re in the hospital.” The voice said as a hand started to pet her hair. She looked over & saw a man with full beard. He looked a little bit older than her. His blue eyes were amplified by the florescent hospital lighting. There was just so comforting about his presence. Two nurses came in & started to check on her vitals. She was able to answer as many questions as they threw at her. The mysterious man with the blue eyes still stood beside her. Once the two nurses left she turned to him.

“Who are you?” She asked. Her voice was meek & was cracking.

“Captain John Price your highness.” He replied. “I had helped lead the effort with my team to rescue you.” A flood of memories came back. She remembered the pain, & the blood stained Union Jack flag on his chest.

“I’m a man of my word love,” He replied & grabbed her hand.

“What?” She replied clearly the fog of amnesia still had it’s effect on her.

“I didn’t let you die love.” He replied. “I kept my promise.” His thumb brushed over her knuckles delicately. She gave him a soft smile in return.

“Thank you Captain Price,” she replied. Little did either one of them knew that this rescue would lead to the Royal Wedding of the decade.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

SI Derived Units: Energy, Work, Heat, and the Joule

The SI derived unit of energy was officially adopted as the joule, after James Prescott Joule, in 1889, only months before Joule's death. It is defined a number of ways, including as "the amount of work done when a force of one newton displaces a mass through a distance of one metre in the direction of that force" and is equivalent to a number of other units. Work and heat are two specific types of energy and therefore also use the joule in SI units.

Mathematically, the joule is represented by a capital J; energy is represented by any number of letters and symbols depending on the usage of the term (energy on its own is often capital E; work capital W, and heat capital Q, but U is often used for internal energy, K for kinetic energy, etc.). The joule is equal to one newton meter, or one watt second, or one coulomb volt, but in base units is one kg m^2 s^-2. Equivalent energy units in other systems are too numerous to give in detail, but include the following: the erg, the kilowatt-hour, the calorie, the British thermal unit or BTU, the electronvolt, and the foot-pound-force.

Sources/Further Reading: (Image source - collegedunia) (Wikipedia: Joule, Energy, Work, Heat) (Metric System) (LibreTexts) (Engineering Toolbox)

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

All Along the Watchtower

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: some military jargon, mild angst, brief mentions of sexual activity in the past, brief mentions of violence

Summary: Sgt. Rory Sinclair with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment of the British army has been called on to assist with a joint US/UK operation. Quickly discovering that her Commanding Officer for the mission is a man she's met before...

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis. Will also be available to read on AO3.

October 13, 2017 09:37 - Special Reconnaissance Regiment Headquarters, Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire, United Kingdom 

Rory sat in her cubicle, grey plastic walls surrounding her, free of any personal items. Scouring hours of footage shot during a scouting mission in thermal vision, taking note of timestamps and important location details for her report, she couldn’t help but taste the acrid pang of jealousy. It was the duty of her and the other SRR operators in the office to painstakingly comb through reports and footage, collecting intel. The nerve center for army intelligence. Keyboards clacked and phones rang as information was filtered and passed along to where it was needed.

"Sgt. Sinclair."

A deep voice broke the monotony around her, it was one that few ever heard unless the powers that be deemed it so. She’d only heard it once before when her transfer to the SRR was approved. Spinning in her seat at her desk, she rose to stand, her hand raised in a salute as she stood at attention. "Colonel Rourke, Sir?"

Rourke, a man with decades of experience as part of the British army, stood at her desk. Brusque and stern, he was a bulldog of a man trapped in an office space. He would have been more comfortable leading a fleet of tanks rather than an infantry of analysts. "At ease, soldier." She relaxed, hands held behind her back as he continued, "I don't make a habit of personal visits, but I've just left an important meeting and I need your attention for a moment, Sergeant."

"Of course, sir."

“Follow me.” Leading her away from the bullpen she was sitting at and towards a quiet corner, a potted plant was the only company there. Free from prying eyes and ears, he turned his back to the rest of the room, and lowered his voice. "There's a joint operation happening between the Americans and the SAS, and they require our assistance. However, they're looking for boots on the ground experience, and a fair portion of the SRR operators currently available for missions of this sort of nature just don’t have that. But you –"

She nodded, her face falling somewhat. She'd only transferred six months ago and was still settling in. The SRR HQ provided a different type of work than she was used to, but she appreciated the change of pace it gave her, utilizing a different portion of her skill set. It also meant she was closer to her father rather than being half a world away in the middle of a war zone – but a soldier could only be at peace for so long. 

"I understand you were transferred here to clear the headspace, but I can’t think of anyone better suited. You have an impressive record, Sinclair. A real asset. You’ve a history with counter-terrorism, been in the thick of it, and I have a Station Chief with the CIA here who wishes to speak with you."

It wasn't a question or an offer. She had been selected. An honor bestowed upon her. There was no turning it down. Not that she would. Ambitious, career-oriented – she had no reason to say no. Walking past the cubicles of operators, it was a stark contrast to where she was less than a year ago. The ground no longer shook as bombs dropped overhead, bullets didn’t tear through the air or rip through kevlar, it was quiet here. Safe. She still played an important part in the war effort, but without the risk to life and limb. The blood no longer dripped from her hands, though that still didn’t make her clean. 

The colonel stopped outside a large meeting room and opened the door for Rory, directing her inside with his hand. The room was empty except for one woman with a coffee and a laptop sitting at a long table. Dressed in business casual clothing, she looked prepared for a day at the office compared to the soldiers around her wearing their uniforms. Looking up, her face serious, she tilted her head in Rory's direction but spoke with the Colonel, "Is this her?"

"Yes, this is Sgt. Sinclair."

Like a child being spoken about between a parent and a teacher, she was recognized as being there, but not as part of the conversation. Things had been set in motion, all of which she had yet to be made privy to. Rory was no stranger to working on a need to know basis, moving up the ranks meant for much of her career she often merely had to follow in the direction she was being pointed. This was certainly no different.

"Good to meet you," the American said with a nod of her head. "I'm Kate Laswell." Holding her hand out to the open seat beside her, she directed Rory to it. "Take a seat."

Appearing sure in her steps, even while the stress took hold, she stopped at the table and took a seat, exhaling her breath finally as she settled into the chair, still trying to hold the proper decorum expected of a soldier. 

"You can relax, Sinclair. It's just you and me." Laswell looked at the Colonel and the door quickly closed, leaving the two women to sit alone in the large, echoing, blank slate of a room. She sipped her coffee, her eyes shifting to the screen of her laptop before speaking again. "I assume the colonel didn't reveal much about what's going on here, did he?"

Shaking her head, the short choppy locks of her chestnut bob hovered around her neck. "No, not really. Just that you're looking for boots on the ground?"

"Not exactly. We have the boots, it's more so a certain expertise." Kate glanced over at the younger woman, her brow lifting. "Why's a soldier like you working behind the scenes?"

Rory stretched her neck from side to side, cracking her knuckles. A cigarette suddenly seemed like a very good idea to her. "It was suggested I take a transfer from the field after I completed my last tour.” Glancing over at Laswell, she noticed the woman had begun looking right at her, scrutinizing her. “I spent the last several years in Iraq during the civil war. Working with CIA, PMCs, whoever my unit was assigned with." Her eyes fell to her fingers as she started to pick at the hangnail on the edge of her thumb, the skin underneath as sore and raw as the memories.

"Off the books?"

She cleared her throat and returned Laswell’s eye contact. "Oftentimes, yeah."

Kate paused, her head tipping to the side. "Seen some things, huh?"

Rory tried to get a read on the woman, it was hard to get much from her face or her demeanor. There was empathy or at the very least some form of understanding. Was she a soldier in the past? Or just an overpowered cop like some of the other CIA agents she'd met? She scratched her brow, clenching her jaw. "Did some things too."

"Not afraid to get your hands dirty then." Laswell’s face never seemed to change, her mouth drawn in a straight line as she folded her hands on the table. 

"I did what was asked of me."

"Like?" The station chief seemed genuinely interested in her, trying to get a beat on her all the same. Both of them were in the process of figuring out who they were about to get into bed with. 

"Primarily I focused on targets of high importance to prevent further incursion from the insurgency. Assassinations, interrogations – been there, done that."

"Assassinations?" Kate's voice rose, her interest piqued.

"I”m SSC trained. Ran a fair few missions that left me in some nests in high towers."

"A sniper, huh?"

"Yeah. When needed."

Nodding, Laswell’s straight face seemed to break for just a brief moment into a nearly unnoticeable grin. "How many confirmed kills?"

"High importance targets? Thirty three. I lost count of the random sods," she said with a shrug.

Laswell sipped her coffee, unfazed, hearing news like that was just a walk in the park for this woman. "No stranger to deep recon then?"

"It's in the name,” Rory confirmed. “It's what the SRR does. It used to be part of the SAS, but broke off and focused on the intel part of things. It’s why I was specifically transferred here and not just put on leave. Command didn’t want to lose someone with my experience."

"You have some connections with intelligence?"

"I have friends at MI6."

"Good.” Laswell’s attention fell on her completely. “Well Sinclair, I have a friend who's running this op – he's SAS – and you sound like just what he's looking for. If you're up for it, of course." 

Rory contemplated the decision for a moment, she hadn’t thought she’d be back out in the field quite so soon, and considering the fact that none of the details of the mission were being revealed to her until she agreed to come, she assumed she was heading into some real shit. Her hands slipped from the tabletop and into her lap, a tremor shaking through them out of sight, before she nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Laswell shut her laptop and scooped it under her arm as she stood, collecting her coffee cup in her other hand. "Come with me."

Her brow lifted. "Just like that?" She was well accustomed to the bureaucracy and strict measures the British army seemed to enforce, things didn’t just happen, not without cutting several layers of red tape and after being passed through multiple hands first.  

"Just like that."

She stood up and followed behind the Station Chief, keeping pace with her as they moved through the halls. Rory was in no position to argue, nor would she want to, it was nice not to be beholden to the rigidity of the chain of command. This was more cavalier. Very American. 

"So, you straddle the line between spy and soldier, huh?" Kate asked, her eyes kept forward.

"Sort of like you, I assume?" Rory asked with a sideways glance, her lips curving into a half grin.

"Sort of." Kate huffed out a laugh. "Yeah."

They turned the corner and headed down the stairs, the reverberations of their shoes on concrete bouncing off the walls. Once an RAF base, now the headquarters of the SRR and the 22 Special Air Service Regiment in the midlands, it was sprawling with large open fields. Out on the parade, a helo sat waiting, it’s rotor warmed up and the blades spinning. There was no time to grab her things, it was get up and go, the moment she said yes she was being tossed from the frying pan into the fire. The urgency was clear, she had likely already been transferred and meeting Laswell was simply a courtesy. 

Ducking under the blades, the shadow of each one cutting across the sun as it broke through the dense cloud cover above, Laswell pulled open the door of the helicopter. “Head inside,” she said with a tip of her head towards the waiting entrance into the vehicle, raising her voice to be heard over the engine. 

Rory climbed in and looked over at the row of seats, noticing another soldier sitting there, already strapped in. His face stern as he shifted, adjusting his hat, the overwhelming scent of cigar smoke drifting from him. Scratching at his cheek, his nails dragging through a thick fuzz of facial hair, he glanced over at her and then turned back to Laswell who took the seat across from him. "I assume this is the one, Kate."

"Yeah, John, this is her.” Laswell pulled on the front of her jacket as she sat back and got comfortable. “Sergeant Sinclair, meet Captain Price."

Rory's brow furrowed for a moment at the name. It was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint how. Was it one she'd seen in a report? As she strapped into her seat, steely blue eyes measured her up before turning his attention to lighting the Villa Clara cigar he’d pulled from one of the pockets of his vest. 

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."

His voice was deep, rumbling, and it stirred something in her. She was no stranger to appreciating someone’s timbre, but this was something different. He seemed so familiar, she couldn’t place how, but she knew it. Intimately. And then the memory hit her – the bathroom stall. Five years prior, one night in a bar. The sheer chance of them meeting like this damn near improbable. Her stomach dropped. Jesus. His face was nearly recognizable beneath the facial hair that hadn't been there the first time they met. His voice had become more gruff, lower than she remembered. The cigar he was currently smoking gave a clear indication as to why. Swallowing down the embarrassment that threatened to burn at her cheeks as she looked at him, gauging his reaction to her name - if he recognized her the way she suddenly did him, he didn't show it.

"Good to meet you too, sir," she said. Her gaze fell to her hands, remembering how it felt when he had held them. Trying her damnedest not to look at him, she preferred to appear nervous over the mission and not the man who had suddenly become her commanding officer. 

Tugging at the tactical vest he wore, Price tilted his head back, puffing on his cigar and looking out the window as the helicopter began to move, the inside shaking as they lifted up off the ground. 

There was no backing out now.

Laswell passed her a tablet, and started giving her the brief. “That is Igor Zorokov, Russian oligarch and alleged trafficker. Weapons, drugs, information…people.” Rory’s eyes locked on the screen, scanning through images of the man. Older, blond, in relatively good shape. Not the type someone might assume as a master criminal upon first inspection. “He has ties around the globe, but his stronghold is in Eastern Europe. Supplying several military coups with funds and weapons, he’s a dangerous man with people at disposal in his back pocket, and we have reason to believe he’s funding terrorist activities.”

“And we’re investigating him? Or taking him out?” Rory needed to prepare for exactly the type of mission this was going to be. Recon was one thing, taking someone’s life was another. 

“Erring on the side of caution. The Russian government could easily sweep just how far his global reach is under the rug if he’s brought to light, especially since it’s been beneficial for them. We want to find out who he’s funding and put a stop to the pipeline he has through his many ventures.”

Rory hummed, muttering, “Putting a tourniquet on before cutting off the arm.” 

“Exactly." Price's voice cut through the roar of the engine. "First stop is Kastovia, have a friend who’ll meet us there and get us into Russia undercover.”

“Nikolai?” Laswell asked.

“Yeah.”

It was clear these two weren’t just casually paired together for the mission, there was a long-standing relationship. Trust. She certainly understood how being a soldier who just so happened to have a friend who could get into the places they normally couldn’t would be beneficial, having an American ally even more so. 

“I hate to be a bother, ma’am," Rory spoke up, "but I’m not exactly prepared.” She felt damn right naked. Her duffel was down in the red brick complex below that was steadily getting smaller and further away. Her gear, her weapons, all of it was disappearing out of view as she sat there in her fatigues.  

“No need to worry about that, Sergeant.” Price replied instead, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Nik’ll have us covered when we land.”

All she had to do now was sit back and relax (as best she could) and try not to let her mind stray too far afield as the memories flashed before her eyes of the man who sat six feet from her.

[hotgirlmythology]

The OIAR's very well funded response team headcanon (I havebbeen watching Torchwood too much)

Now, we know that Mr Bonzo is On His Way to deal with anyone the OIAR sics him on, but there is only one Mr Bonzo. What happens when one needs to catch a group of people in a building with a door they can all just leave through once Mr Bonzo arrives? Clearly, the OIAR needs their Response part to complement the Assessment.

The OIAR has terrible funding, just like the magnus institute, and so I'm guessing that any kind of response element would also be badly funded. Presumably the assault rifle carrying crazies who showed up at the hilltop road charity shop and proceeded to shoot everything and then firebomb it were an external organisation, associated with another Entity maybe. Thus we should base our OIAR crack hit squad on an even less well equipped group: The british police force.

We already have section 31, so the police clearly have some knowledge of paranormal activity and respond to it. The OIAR does not need to manage the entire country, in that case. So the team directly associated with them would be fairly small and deployed when the target is not going to be moving off anytime soon. Isolated avatars and creatures, and localised cults are unlikely to get wind that they are about to be attacked by a sleep deprived paramilitary who have to travel by train so this probably isn't much of an issue.

The equipment of this group would probably be based on british police equipment, though obviously with some modifications for dealing with possible paranormal activity. British armed police generally carry pistols and have taken up using rifles recently too. However, let us think. Does it seem likely that an eldritch touched being is likely to buy body armour. Not really. If a weak bullet doesn't stop it long enough to be dealt with a rifle bullet probably won't either, and given the cost constraints it would probably make sense that this response unit has pistols all around and perhaps a sniper rifle. Some kind of night vision or thermal imaging may also be useful in the case of entities messing around with the time of day, which does seem to happen rather a lot. To round out the actually reasonable equipment, a flashbang might help. It's hard to concentrate on using your mystical powers of death and destruction when your ears are bleeding.

Now we move to the more silly equipment (:3). Rope! Rope is great for when you are nervous about losing your way or climbing into a pitch dark hole. Maybe string would help too, come to think of it. Glowsticks should also be useful for testing the aforementioned pitch dark holes, or to make sure nothing is creeping around behind you (would leave a shadow). For that matter stick a torch on the guns. Some kind of analogue recording device would probably be nice as entities seem to be able to wreak havoc with any kind of electronics, so paper and pen basically. Motion sensors are quite cheap and easy to set up, so we can give them some of those too. Pepper spray is terribly boring but I think it might be useful.

The most important part of these people is obviously going to be their esoteric knowledge of entities and ability to keep a clear and logical head when everything goes pear-shaped and their friends get turned into pineapples or something. Ideally they should understand the broad strokes of meditation exercises, be able to get past contradictory sensual input and have experience being a part of at least one paranormal group (so that they understand the modus operandi of this type of thing). Additional helpful tricks might be being able to shoot very accurately, some kind of self hypnosis to force oneself to snap out of delusions of fear or literally being an avatar themselves.

The Eye runs the OIAR as it ran the Magnus Archives and I think we can all agree on this. The Eye is probably also very interested in the prospect of being able to subsume allll the knowledge that this response team manages to nick from the people they black bag and drive off in trucks with. So on some level the response team is just as much a branch of the Eye as the assessment people. I'm thinking mmm unusually keen eyed (miraculous recovery from needing glasses), people becoming compliant when interrogated, maybe a compulsion to be extra thorough when turning the target's house upside down for secret books, but only when there is one to be found (the Eye is good at secrets). Obviously the Hunt is going to be involved somewhere too but likely to a lesser extent than the Eye.

I did consider having them drive around in the alcoholic equivalent of a clown car but honestly this would probably get them found out rather easily. Instead, it's more likely that they would take the train with some kind of identification to allow them to travel with weapons (or the Eye just helps them not be noticed when they are on it). And THEN they get into the clown car, which is actually a "requisitioned" unmarked police van. Of course, not everywhere they go has these to spare. In fact, they seem to magically get misplaced as soon as the Voyeurs (nickname for how they sometimes get caught nose deep in filing cabinets) show up. In which case, it's time for walkies

TLDR: Group of understaffed paramilitary kick in your cult's front door and somehow know precisely where all your EVIL TOMES are kept. And then when you try to cast an incantation upon these poltroons they throw rocks at you. An alternative interpretation is if someone was to be going around making people think they're falling out of the sky, deploying a bunch of people of whom some have actually fallen out of the sky will probably help them keep it together.

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once again it is time to post the LLNL energy consumption sankey diagram because i have seen at least three people this week making the error of thinking residential use and personal choice contributes any more than 12% of the energy budget

if residential energy use was 0%, if no one ever consumed any energy at home, we would still lose 67 quadrillion british thermal units to waste heat. the largest gains to be had by far are in recapturing lost energy, a topic that curiously no one discusses. fully two thirds of the energy we produce does not power anything

every discussion we have on this topic that is focused on residential use and personal choice amounts to obsessing over 8 quads of the budget to the exclusion of the other 92 of them. (if you look closely, residential use is twice as efficient as overall loss to waste. i almost got that wrong, and assumed residential use also loses two thirds to waste.) if all residential use was perfectly efficient, with no loss to waste, we would regain 4 quads. if overall usage was 6% more efficient... again, we would regain 4 quads!

if you want to talk about cars that's a different story, but this diagram does not separate out personal cars from industrial and commercial trucks, which makes it a bit less useful for that context. here's a pie chart from 2009 about it

cars also use 8 quads of the budget (29% of 27.5), but note that that includes commercial use like cabs and deliveries, and note that your commute is a cost you incur, when your commute emissions really ought to be your employer's responsiblity, since you wouldn't be driving there every day if they hadn't hired you. this is one of the only ways to turn a profit: abdicating responsibility for waste

i know everyone knows this and i've seen it said many times, that individual and personal choices will always pale vastly in comparison to industrial use, but the specific ratio by which commercial, industrial, and transportation use, and loss to waste, outnumber anything you do at home... is 12:1

please, please focus with me on the problems of scale instead of repeating the useful idiot dialogue that has been scripted for us

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Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet Suppliers

Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet in Mumbai, Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet Importers in Mumbai, Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet Suppliers in Mumbai, Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet Exporters in Mumbai, Cobalt Alloy Haynes 188 Sheet Stockists in Mumbai.

Haynes 188™ is a cobalt based alloy with excellent high temperature strength and great oxidation resistance up to 2000° F. Haynes 188’s™ has good resistance to sulfidation and good metallurgical stability, therefore Haynes 188™ can be easily fabricated.

Element

Min

Max

Carbon

0.05

0.15

Manganese

--

1.25

Silicon

0.20

0.50

Phosphorus

--

0.02

Sulfur

--

0.015

Chromium

21.0

23.0

Nickel

20.0

24.0

Tungsten

13.0

15.0

Lanthanum

0.03

0.12

Boron

--

0.015

Iron

--

3.0

Cobalt

Bal.

Physical Properties

Physical Properties

°F

British Units

°C

Metric Units

Density

72

0.324 lb./in.(3)

22

8.98 g/cm(3)

Incipient Fusion Temperature

2375- 2425

1302- 1330--

Electrical Resistivity

70

39.6 microhm-in.

21

1.01 microhm-m

Mean Coefficient of Thermal Expansion

70 to -400

5.4 microin./in.-°F

21 to -200

9.7 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70 to -200

5.8 microin./in.-°F

21 to -129

10.4 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-0

6.2 microin./in.-°F

21 to -18

11.2 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-100

6.2 microin./in.-°F

21-38

11.5 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-200

6.6 microin./in.-°F

21-93

11.9 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-400

7.0 microin./in.-°F

21-204

12.6 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-600

7.4 microin./in.-°F

21-316

13.3 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-800

7.8 microin./in.-°F

21-427

14.0 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-1000

8.2 microin./in.-°F

21-538

14.8 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-1200

8.6 microin./in.-°F

21-649

15.5 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-1400

9.0 microin./in.-°F

21-760

16.2 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-1600

9.4 microin./in.-°F

21-871

16.9 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-1800

9.9 microin./in.-°F

21-982

17.8 X 10(-6)m/m-K

70-2000

10.3 microin./in.-°F

21-1093

18.5 X 10(-6)m/m-K

Thermal Conductivity

100

75 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

38

10.8 W/m-K

400

100 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

204

14.4 W/m-K

600

112 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

316

16.1 W/m-K

800

125 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

427

18.0 W/m-K

1000

138 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

538

19.9 W/m-K

1200

152 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

649

21.9 W/m-K

1400

167 Btu-in/ft²-hr-°F

760

24.1 W/m-K

Thermal Diffusivity

572

0.006 in²/sec

300

3.9 x 10(-6)m²/s

752

0.006 in²/sec

400

3.9 x 10(-6)m²/s

932

0.007 in²/sec

500

4.5 x 10(-6)m²/s

1112

0.007 in²/sec

600

4.5 x 10(-6)m²/s

1409

0.008 in²/sec

765

5.2 x 10(-6)m²/s

1652

0.008 in²/sec

900

5.2 x 10(-6)m²/s

2012

0.009 in²/sec

1100

5.8 x 10(-6)m²/s

Magnetic Permeability (Room Temperature)

1.01 at 200 oersteds (15,900 A/m)

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discussing british thermal units in the mclennon channel

[writer59january13]

Many British thermal units* later

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, (a married heterosexual doofus, – whose alter egos named and highlighted courtesy

Gallant and Goofus) attones to heat these lovely bag of bones

amazingly graceful human specimen more so than required to generate clones,

whose jibber-jabber feeble poetic words

crafted for no particular rhyme nor reason

analogous to babbling drones aging musculoskeletal physique groans

kvetching synonymously nsync with (metronome like) tick tock

where alphanumeric, esoteric, and generic

garden variety alter kocker

(eons ago a foo fighting

beastie boy baby boomer) and/or like

kin himself to famous mummified Pharaoh ala King Tutankhamun's moans wrapped in long strips of linen,

indistinguishable among rolling stones netting sometimes wrapped

each finger and toe individually against many future unknowns

as the soul of mine traveled across cosmos temporarily filling black hole sun, and kerplunked across space/time continuum

easily mistaken for pinteresting soundcloud virtual xylophones providing an x uber rent lyft along the edge of night amidst dark shadows to the outer limits of many twilight zones.

Hence, I will beg, borrow or steal loot and make a fair trade

with a paperback writer,

who exudes profound wisdom

as keen philosophical thinker oh no... no... no, this non smoking bandit, nor drinker will explain to police officer, that me willingly doth plead

guilty as freshly showered stinker

without spectacles yours truly can only blinker

if nabbed he

submissively relinquishes freedom

to do time inside

state of the art clinker, where ample heat warms hoodwinker covering mine rickety musculoskeletal, while escorted to attend requisite appointment with headshrinker with the icy name of Mister Rinker. Token Doubting Thomas here resorted to life of doggone petty crime without fanfare for this common man dirt poor bloke who doth air, (not that anybody

will give a rat's a$$, nor care

a jot regarding me squalid shiftless schlepper bereft of a place to call home

anemic checking and savings accounts with Citizens Bank describes my financial welfare), and similar to Scrooge, (who mutters "bah humbug**" grossly dislikes Xmas time of year, not always the case with yours truly,

cuz as a lad din

Southeastern Montgomery County

one cute as a button little boy with

short cropped strawberry blond hair, (unadulterated, accursed and unbiased opinion), aye declared papa tricked out as Santa Claus

divine and stood bug eyed while shopping with mother and siblings amidst madding crowd (at the King of Prussia Mall) then no living nightmare

not like today November twenty ninth

tooth how sinned twenty four

bajillion people angrily glare with livid rage expect whistleblower shrill shrieking against crass consumerism thru air courtesy bull-let-in aiming crosshair, whereat vendors pushing merchandise hooping he/she can scare

up brisk business, hence

caveat emptor i.e. buyer beware aside from aforementioned hypothetical scenario - I won't ever overspend credit cards, which profligate net spending occurs within glorious land of bilk and money Amazon qua America OnLine, the home of the free..., where distribution of wealth very unfair.

Yukon still experience enjoyment of beauty,

according to this poet of Perkiomen Valley with less sense and sensibility than a baboon, or other naked ape, cuz his pride and prejudice got in the way while seeking love and friendship, nevertheless he can bet

dollars to donuts (with glazed eyes) without oneself spending themselves silly

garnering mountain due of debt

subsequently cue sax and violins gently weeping (think guitar coming

unstrung at every fret),

thus... ya gotta get get aware simple pleasures experience mindfulness, such as zipping across globe on private jet hobnobbing with rich and famous, then swinging by utmost secluded unconventional monastery, and meet...

nun other than one cell bated abbott cost 'ello to thine reverent Mother.

* - The exact origin of the British Thermal Unit (BTU) is unclear, but Thomas Tredgold, a British railroad engineer, is the closest person to being credited with its discovery. Tredgold's definition of the BTU was the quantity of pounds avoirdupois that would raise the temperature of a cubic foot of water by one degree Fahrenheit.

** - The word "humbug" has been used since the 1700s to describe something or someone that is false or deceptive. It's also been used to describe a trick played on unsuspecting people. The word's exact origin is unknown, but some theories include: For example, you might say "Bah humbug!" if someone won't let children play catch on their lawn

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How to Choose the Right Furnace Size for Your Home

Choosing the right furnace size for your home is crucial for ensuring optimal comfort, energy efficiency, and long-term savings. A furnace that’s too small won’t be able to adequately heat your home, leading to increased energy consumption and higher utility bills. Conversely, a furnace that’s too large can lead to frequent cycling, inefficiency, and unnecessary wear and tear on your system. Here’s how to choose the right furnace size for your home.

1. Understand the Importance of Proper Sizing

When selecting a furnace, it's essential to consider the size of your home to ensure the unit has the appropriate heating capacity. The size of the furnace is measured in BTUs (British Thermal Units), which represents the amount of heat it can produce per hour. A furnace that’s too small will struggle to keep your home warm, especially on very cold days. On the other hand, a furnace that’s too large may result in overheating your home, leading to short cycles and unnecessary energy consumption.

2. Consider the Square Footage of Your Home

The size of your home plays a significant role in determining the correct furnace capacity. As a general guideline, you can use the square footage of your home to estimate the furnace size needed:

1,000 – 1,500 sq. ft.: A furnace with 40,000 – 60,000 BTUs is typically adequate.

1,500 – 2,000 sq. ft.: You’ll need a furnace with 60,000 – 80,000 BTUs.

2,000 – 2,500 sq. ft.: A furnace with 80,000 – 100,000 BTUs is ideal.

2,500 – 3,000 sq. ft.: A furnace with 100,000 – 120,000 BTUs should do the job.

However, this is just a basic estimate. The actual furnace size you need will depend on various other factors.

3. Factor in Your Home’s Insulation and Layout

The insulation and layout of your home significantly affect its heating needs. Homes with poor insulation or drafty windows may require a larger furnace to compensate for the heat loss. On the other hand, homes with good insulation will retain heat better and may require a smaller furnace.

Additionally, homes with multiple levels or open floor plans may have unique heating requirements. A multi-story home with a lot of open space may require a furnace that can efficiently circulate air to all areas, while a well-sealed, single-story home might be able to do with a smaller unit.

4. Take into Account the Climate and Local Weather

The climate where you live also plays a crucial role in selecting the correct furnace size. If you live in a colder climate, your furnace will need to be more powerful to effectively heat your home. Similarly, if you live in a region with mild winters, a less powerful furnace may suffice.

Always consider the typical low temperatures and the duration of the heating season in your area when choosing the right size.

5. Get a Professional Load Calculation

The best way to ensure you're selecting the right furnace size is to have a professional perform a Manual J load calculation. This is a detailed, industry-standard method used by HVAC professionals to determine the heating requirements of your home based on factors like insulation, windows, home orientation, and local climate. It provides an accurate calculation of the furnace size needed to maintain comfort and efficiency.

Why Smile HVAC?

At Smile HVAC, Toronto's Best HVAC Service Company, we prioritize your comfort and peace of mind by offering reliable, top-quality HVAC services tailored to meet your specific needs. With years of experience serving Canadian homes, our team of certified professionals ensures expert installation, maintenance, and repairs using the latest technology and energy-efficient solutions. We pride ourselves on excellent customer service, transparent pricing, and fast response times, making us the trusted choice for all your heating and cooling needs. Choose Smile HVAC for a service that delivers comfort, savings, and a smile every time.

Our Service Locations

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Conclusion

Selecting the right furnace size for your home is an essential step in ensuring year-round comfort and efficiency. By considering factors such as square footage, insulation, climate, and professional guidance, you can choose a furnace that perfectly matches your home’s heating needs. Always consult a professional to perform a proper load calculation and help you select the best system for your home. With the right furnace, you’ll enjoy reliable warmth and lower energy costs for years to come.

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Affordable Portable Air Solutions You Can’t Miss Out On!

In today’s fast-paced world, maintaining a comfortable indoor climate is essential for our well-being and productivity. With increasing concerns over air quality and temperature control, the demand for affordable portable air solutions has never been more pronounced. Whether you're dealing with sweltering summer heat or damp winter days, finding the right devices that keep your environment pleasant without breaking the bank is crucial. This article dives deep into various energy-efficient devices, indoor air quality solutions, and other portable cooling devices that can enhance your home comfort while being mindful of your budget.

Understanding Portable Air Solutions What Are Portable Air Solutions?

Portable air solutions refer to any compact devices designed to improve indoor climate conditions, including temperature regulation and air quality enhancement. These products range from portable air conditioners to compact dehumidifiers, each serving unique purposes while ensuring ease of use and flexibility in placement.

Why Choose Portable Air Devices?

The appeal of portable air devices lies in their versatility. They are typically lightweight, easy to move around, and do not require extensive installation processes. This makes them ideal for renters or those looking to optimize spaces without permanent modifications.

Types of Affordable Portable Air Solutions 1. Portable Air Conditioners Benefits of Using Portable AC Units

Portable air conditioners are an excellent choice for cooling individual rooms or small spaces efficiently. They come equipped with features such as adjustable settings, remote controls, and energy-saving modes.

Energy-Efficient Cooling: Many modern portable AC units are designed with energy efficiency in mind, allowing you to cool your space without significantly increasing your electricity bill. Flexible Placement: Unlike traditional AC systems, portable units can be easily moved from room to room depending on your needs. How to Choose the Right Portable AC?

When selecting a portable air conditioner, consider factors https://weaverrobertizsfy.gumroad.com/p/choosing-between-digital-and-analog-hygrometers-for-accurate-readings like:

BTU rating (British Thermal Units) for room size suitability Noise levels (look for models labeled as quiet home appliances) Energy efficiency ratings (EER) 2. Compact Dehumidifiers Importance of Humidity Control

High humidity can lead to discomfort and health issues such as mold growth or allergies. Compact dehumidifiers help maintain optimal humidity levels by extracting excess moisture from the air.

Space-Saving Design: Perfectly sized for smaller areas like bathrooms or basements. Low Maintenance: Most models feature simple tank designs that are easy to empty and clean. Choosing the Right Dehumidifier

Look for:

Capacity (measured in pints per day) Energy efficiency ratings Noise levels 3. Air Purifiers Enhancing Indoor Air Quality Solutions

Air purifiers play a crucial r

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The Timeless Appeal of Column Radiators: A Maybrays Guide

Column radiators have become a cornerstone of modern interior design, seamlessly blending functionality with aesthetic charm. At Maybrays, we understand the growing demand for heating solutions that combine traditional elegance with contemporary performance. This article delves into the versatility and benefits of column radiators, shedding light on why they are an ideal choice for any home or business.

What Are Column Radiators?

Column radiators are a type of heating system characterized by their vertical columns, which are designed to maximize heat output while maintaining a compact footprint. Available in various sizes, finishes, and configurations, these radiators have evolved from their industrial origins to become a stylish and efficient heating solution for homes and commercial spaces alike.

Their classic design often evokes a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of period properties, but their adaptability ensures they suit modern interiors just as effortlessly.

Benefits of Column Radiators

1. Timeless Design

One of the standout features of column radiators is their timeless aesthetic. Unlike standard panel radiators, column radiators add an air of sophistication and elegance to any room. Whether your space is a vintage cottage or a sleek city apartment, their versatile design enhances the overall decor.

2. Superior Heat Output

Thanks to their multi-column structure, these radiators provide excellent heat output, making them suitable for both large and small spaces. The columns create a larger surface area, which allows for efficient heat distribution, ensuring every corner of the room is warm and cozy.

3. Customization Options

Column radiators come in an array of sizes, styles, and colors, allowing homeowners to select a model that perfectly matches their interior design. At Maybrays, we offer bespoke solutions to cater to your specific requirements, ensuring you never have to compromise on either form or function.

4. Durability

Constructed from high-quality materials such as cast iron, steel, or aluminum, column radiators are built to last. With proper maintenance, they can serve you reliably for decades, making them a cost-effective investment in the long run.

5. Energy Efficiency

Modern column radiators are designed with energy efficiency in mind. They heat up quickly and retain warmth effectively, reducing energy consumption and contributing to lower utility bills.

Choosing the Right Column Radiator for Your Space

When selecting a column radiator, several factors should be considered to ensure optimal performance and aesthetic appeal.

1. Room Size

The size of your room plays a critical role in determining the appropriate radiator. Larger spaces may require taller or wider radiators with more columns to generate sufficient heat. Smaller rooms, on the other hand, benefit from compact designs that do not overpower the space.

2. Heat Requirements

Calculating the BTU (British Thermal Unit) requirement for your room helps identify the right radiator. At Maybrays, our experts can guide you through this process to ensure your chosen radiator delivers the desired level of warmth.

3. Style and Finish

Column radiators are available in a variety of styles, from traditional cast iron models to sleek modern designs. Finishes include classic white, matte black, and metallic tones, providing endless possibilities to match your decor.

4. Placement

Where you install your radiator can impact its efficiency. Common locations include under windows or along colder external walls to combat heat loss. Vertical column radiators are a great option for spaces with limited horizontal wall space.

Why Choose Maybrays for Your Column Radiator Needs?

At Maybrays, we pride ourselves on offering top-tier heating solutions tailored to our customers' needs. Our range of column radiators combines quality craftsmanship with cutting-edge technology, ensuring you receive a product that is both reliable and stylish.

Expert Guidance

Our team of heating specialists provides personalized advice to help you select the perfect radiator for your space. Whether you need assistance with sizing, design, or installation, we are here to ensure a seamless experience.

Wide Selection

We stock a comprehensive range of column radiators, catering to both traditional and modern tastes. From compact two-column models to grand six-column designs, our collection has something for every home or business.

Affordable Pricing

Maybrays is committed to offering competitive prices without compromising on quality. We believe that everyone deserves access to premium heating solutions, and our pricing reflects this ethos.

After-Sales Support

Our relationship with customers doesn’t end at the point of sale. We offer robust after-sales support, including maintenance tips and advice on optimizing radiator performance.

Caring for Your Column Radiator

Proper maintenance can prolong the lifespan and efficiency of your column radiator. Here are some quick tips:

Regular Bleeding: Air trapped in the radiator can reduce its efficiency. Bleed your radiator periodically to ensure it heats evenly.

Cleaning: Dust and debris can accumulate between the columns, impacting heat distribution. Use a radiator brush or vacuum attachment for thorough cleaning.

Professional Servicing: Schedule regular checks with a professional to identify and address any potential issues.

Elevate Your Heating Experience with Column Radiators from Maybrays

Column radiators are more than just a heating solution—they are a statement piece that adds character and comfort to any room. With their perfect blend of style, efficiency, and durability, it’s no wonder they are a popular choice among homeowners and designers. At Maybrays, we are dedicated to helping you find the ideal column radiator to enhance your space. Browse our collection today or contact our team for expert advice. Let us help you create a warm and inviting atmosphere that stands the test of time.

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How to Choose the Right Portable AC for Your Outdoor Events

Hosting outdoor events in Dubai can be a breathtaking experience, filled with stunning scenery and unforgettable moments. However, as someone who has organised several events in this beautiful but hot city, I can attest that the relentless heat can quickly turn a dream event into a sweaty nightmare. Whether it’s a wedding, corporate function, or festival, ensuring that guests are comfortable is essential for success. This is where my reliance on portable AC rentals comes into play.

Why I Turned to Portable AC Rentals for Outdoor Events

During my first outdoor wedding in Dubai, the temperature soared above 40°C (104°F), leaving my guests visibly uncomfortable and fanning themselves. I learned the hard way that without proper cooling solutions, enjoyment can quickly turn into distress. This prompted my deep dive into the world of portable air conditioning rentals.

Portable air conditioners are versatile and powerful, making them ideal for open spaces and semi-enclosed venues. They offer localized cooling precisely where it’s needed most, transforming an uncomfortable setting into a refreshing oasis. For my events, renting portable air conditioners has become a game-changer, allowing everyone to focus on the celebration rather than the heat.

Key Advantages of Portable AC Units for Outdoor Events

Mobility: One of the best aspects of portable AC units is their mobility. I can easily move them to hot spots, ensuring that areas where guests gather are kept cool.

Easy Setup: Unlike permanent installations, these units are straightforward to set up. I can have them running within minutes, allowing me to focus on other critical aspects of event preparation.

Cost-Effectiveness: Renting portable AC units is a budget-friendly solution compared to investing in permanent cooling systems. This is especially beneficial for one-time events.

Real-Life Example: A Successful Corporate Function

I once organized a corporate function at an outdoor venue in Dubai. Knowing the summer heat could pose a problem, I rented several portable AC units. I strategically placed them around the seating area and food stations. Guests were visibly pleased, with many commenting on how the cooling made the event enjoyable. The feedback was overwhelmingly positive, and the company has since made my services their go-to for future events.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Portable AC Rental for Your Event

Size of the Event Space: When selecting portable AC units, the first step is determining the size of your event space. Units come in various sizes, and their cooling capacity is measured in BTUs (British Thermal Units). For my last event, I used units with a cooling capacity of 12,000 BTUs to effectively cover a 1,000-square-foot area.

Outdoor Environment and Placement: Outdoor events present unique challenges. I found that placing units near tents and high-traffic areas, such as food stations, made a noticeable difference in comfort levels. It's essential to ensure unobstructed airflow for maximum efficiency.

Cooling Power and Energy Efficiency: In Dubai’s extreme heat, powerful air conditioning is crucial. I always look for energy-efficient units with features like adjustable thermostats and eco modes. These not only save on energy costs but also contribute to a more sustainable event.

Noise Levels: A noisy air conditioner can disrupt speeches or performances. I make it a point to check the noise ratings of rental units. For quieter events, I opt for models specifically designed to minimize sound.

Duration of the Event: For multi-day events, reliability is key. I ensure the portable AC units I rent can run continuously and have features like auto-shutoff to prevent overheating. I’ve learned that units with self-evaporating systems require less maintenance, allowing me to focus on other event details.

Aesthetics and Design: For high-profile events, aesthetics matter. I often choose portable AC units that blend seamlessly into the event décor. Companies like Andrews Sykes offer sleek designs that provide effective cooling without drawing attention.

Conclusion: Your Event Deserves Comfort

My experiences organizing outdoor events in Dubai have taught me the importance of planning for comfort amid the heat. By choosing the right portable AC rental, I can create an inviting atmosphere for my guests, ensuring they enjoy the event to the fullest.

If you’re planning an outdoor event in Dubai and want to avoid the pitfalls of heat discomfort, consider renting portable air conditioners. Andrews Sykes offers a variety of units tailored for Dubai’s extreme conditions, with easy setup, energy-efficient options, and expert advice.

Don’t let the heat ruin your outdoor event! Visit Andrews Sykes today to explore our range of portable AC rentals and ensure your event is a cool success.

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English Units

English units were the units of measure used in England until the 1820s. From these units were derived the imperial unit system, still in use in the United Kingdom and Canada, although both these countries officially recognize the metric system as their unit of measure today. US customary units were also derived from English units and is still the official unit system in the United States, though many industries in the country, including the automobile industry, tend to use the metric system.

Both the imperial unit system and US customary units use inches, feet, yards, and miles as units of length, although the definition of these units was different until standardization in 1960. Liquid volumes use units of gallons, pints, and ounces, again differing between the two systems. Pounds are used for weight, pound force for forces, horsepower for power, and British thermal units (BTUs) for energy, among countless other units.

Sources/Further Reading: (Images - Wikipedia) (2015 Kitchen management book) (ANSI - US Units) (Cuemath - Imperial system)

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It's Wednesday my dudes and I come bearing the gift/curse of writing. I know most of you don't go here, I'm sorry, COD has infected my brain and I can't get it out so FC5 is on the back burner for a little while (i'm still writing it, it's just my brain needs a break from the deranged army woman and the darker stuff I have going on in that canon for a bit) so have a taste of a little fic I'm working on set before the events of the call of duty: modern warfare (reboot) games.

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October 13, 2017 09:37 - Special Reconnaissance Regiment Headquarters, Stirling Lines, Credenhill, Herefordshire, United Kingdom 

Rory sat in her cubicle, grey plastic walls surrounding her, free of any personal items. Scouring hours of footage shot during a scouting mission in thermal vision, taking note of timestamps and important location details for her report, she couldn’t help but taste the acrid pang of jealousy. It was the duty of her and the other SRR operators in the office to painstakingly comb through reports and footage, collecting intel. The nerve center for army intelligence. Keyboards clacked and phones rang as information was filtered and passed along to where it was needed.

"Sgt. Sinclair."

A deep voice broke the monotony around her, it was one that few ever heard unless the powers that be deemed it so. She’d only heard it once before when her transfer to the SRR was approved. Spinning in her seat at her desk, she rose to stand, her hand raised in a salute as she stood at attention. "Colonel Rourke, Sir?"

Rourke, a man with decades of experience as part of the British army, stood at her desk. Brusque and stern, he was a bulldog of a man trapped in an office space. He would have been more comfortable leading a fleet of tanks rather than an infantry of analysts. "At ease, soldier." She relaxed, hands held behind her back as he continued, "I don't make a habit of personal visits, but I've just left an important meeting and I need your attention for a moment, Sergeant."

"Of course, sir."

“Follow me.” Leading her away from the bullpen she was sitting at and towards a quiet corner, a potted plant was the only company there. Free from prying eyes and ears, he turned his back to the rest of the room, and lowered his voice. "There's a joint operation happening between the Americans and the SAS, and they require our assistance. However, they're looking for boots on the ground experience, and a fair portion of the SRR operators currently available for missions of this sort of nature just don’t have that. But you –"

She nodded, her face falling somewhat. She'd only transferred six months ago and was still settling in. The SRR HQ provided a different type of work than she was used to, but she appreciated the change of pace it gave her, utilizing a different portion of her skill set. It also meant she was closer to her father rather than being half a world away in the middle of a war zone – but a soldier could only be at peace for so long. 

"I understand you were transferred here to clear the headspace, but I can’t think of anyone better suited. You have an impressive record, Sinclair. A real asset. You’ve a history with counter-terrorism, been in the thick of it, and I have a Station Chief with the CIA here who wishes to speak with you."

It wasn't a question or an offer. She had been selected. An honor bestowed upon her. There was no turning it down. Not that she would. Ambitious, career-oriented – she had no reason to say no. Walking past the cubicles of operators, it was a stark contrast to where she was less than a year ago. The ground no longer shook as bombs dropped overhead, bullets didn’t tear through the air or rip through kevlar, it was quiet here. Safe. She still played an important part in the war effort, but without the risk to life and limb. The blood no longer dripped from her hands, though that still didn’t make her clean. 

The colonel stopped outside a large meeting room and opened the door for Rory, directing her inside with his hand. The room was empty except for one woman with a coffee and a laptop sitting at a long table. Dressed in business casual clothing, she looked prepared for a day at the office compared to the soldiers around her wearing their uniforms. Looking up, her face serious, she tilted her head in Rory's direction but spoke with the Colonel, "Is this her?"

"Yes, this is Sgt. Sinclair."

Like a child being spoken about between a parent and a teacher, she was recognized as being there, but not as part of the conversation. Things had been set in motion, all of which she had yet to be made privy to. Rory was no stranger to working on a need to know basis, moving up the ranks meant for much of her career she often merely had to follow in the direction she was being pointed. This was certainly no different.

"Good to meet you," the American said with a nod of her head. "I'm Kate Laswell." Holding her hand out to the open seat beside her, she directed Rory to it. "Take a seat."

Appearing sure in her steps, even while the stress took hold, she stopped at the table and took a seat, exhaling her breath finally as she settled into the chair, still trying to hold the proper decorum expected of a soldier. 

"You can relax, Sinclair. It's just you and me." Laswell looked at the Colonel and the door quickly closed, leaving the two women to sit alone in the large, echoing, blank slate of a room. She sipped her coffee, her eyes shifting to the screen of her laptop before speaking again. "I assume the colonel didn't reveal much about what's going on here, did he?"

Shaking her head, the short choppy locks of her chestnut bob hovered around her neck. "No, not really. Just that you're looking for boots on the ground?"

"Not exactly. We have the boots, it's more so a certain expertise." Kate glanced over at the younger woman, her brow lifting. "Why's a soldier like you working behind the scenes?"

Rory stretched her neck from side to side, cracking her knuckles. A cigarette suddenly seemed like a very good idea to her. "It was suggested I take a transfer from the field after I completed my last tour.” Glancing over at Laswell, she noticed the woman had begun looking right at her, scrutinizing her. “I spent the last several years in Iraq during the civil war. Working with CIA, PMCs, whoever my unit was assigned with." Her eyes fell to her fingers as she started to pick at the hangnail on the edge of her thumb, the skin underneath as sore and raw as the memories.

"Off the books?"

She cleared her throat and returned Laswell’s eye contact. "Oftentimes, yeah."

Kate paused, her head tipping to the side. "Seen some things, huh?"

Rory tried to get a read on the woman, it was hard to get much from her face or her demeanor. There was empathy or at the very least some form of understanding. Was she a soldier in the past? Or just an overpowered cop like some of the other CIA agents she'd met? She scratched her brow, clenching her jaw. "Did some things too."

"Not afraid to get your hands dirty then." Laswell’s face never seemed to change, her mouth drawn in a straight line as she folded her hands on the table. 

"I did what was asked of me."

"Like?" The station chief seemed genuinely interested in her, trying to get a beat on her all the same. Both of them were in the process of figuring out who they were about to get into bed with. 

"Primarily I focused on targets of high importance to prevent further incursion from the insurgency. Assassinations, interrogations – been there, done that."

"Assassinations?" Kate's voice rose, her interest piqued.

"I”m SSC trained. Ran a fair few missions that left me in some nests in high towers."

"A sniper, huh?"

"Yeah. When needed."

Nodding, Laswell’s straight face seemed to break for just a brief moment into a nearly unnoticeable grin. "How many confirmed kills?"

"High importance targets? Thirty three. I lost count of the random sods," she said with a shrug.

Laswell sipped her coffee, unfazed, hearing news like that was just a walk in the park for this woman. "No stranger to deep recon then?"

"It's in the name,” Rory confirmed. “It's what the SRR does. It used to be part of the SAS, but broke off and focused on the intel part of things. It’s why I was specifically transferred here and not just put on leave. Command didn’t want to lose someone with my experience."

"You have some connections with intelligence?"

"I have friends at MI6."

"Good.” Laswell’s attention fell on her completely. “Well Sinclair, I have a friend who's running this op – he's SAS – and you sound like just what he's looking for. If you're up for it, of course." 

Rory contemplated the decision for a moment, she hadn’t thought she’d be back out in the field quite so soon, and considering the fact that none of the details of the mission were being revealed to her until she agreed to come, she assumed she was heading into some real shit. Her hands slipped from the tabletop and into her lap, a tremor shaking through them out of sight, before she nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Laswell shut her laptop and scooped it under her arm as she stood, collecting her coffee cup in her other hand. "Come with me."

Her brow lifted. "Just like that?" She was well accustomed to the bureaucracy and strict measures the British army seemed to enforce, things didn’t just happen, not without cutting several layers of red tape and after being passed through multiple hands first.  

"Just like that."

She stood up and followed behind the Station Chief, keeping pace with her as they moved through the halls. Rory was in no position to argue, nor would she want to, it was nice not to be beholden to the rigidity of the chain of command. This was more cavalier. Very American. 

"So, you straddle the line between spy and soldier, huh?" Kate asked, her eyes kept forward.

"Sort of like you, I assume?" Rory asked with a sideways glance, her lips curving into a half grin.

"Sort of." Kate huffed out a laugh. "Yeah."

They turned the corner and headed down the stairs, the reverberations of their shoes on concrete stairs bouncing off the walls. Once an RAF base, now the headquarters of the SRR and the 22 Special Air Service Regiment in the midlands, it was sprawling with large open fields. Out on the parade, a helo sat waiting, it’s rotor warmed up and the blades spinning. There was no time to grab her things, it was get up and go, the moment she said yes she was being tossed from the frying pan into the fire. The urgency was clear, she had likely already been transferred and meeting Laswell was simply a courtesy. 

Ducking under the blades, the shadow of each one cutting across the sun as it broke through the dense cloud cover above, Laswell pulled open the door of the helicopter. “Head inside,” she said with a tip of her head towards the waiting entrance into the vehicle, raising her voice to be heard over the engine. 

Rory climbed in and looked over at the row of seats, noticing another soldier sitting there, already strapped in. His face stern as he shifted, adjusting his hat, the overwhelming scent of cigar smoke drifting from him. Scratching at his cheek, his nails dragging through a thick fuzz of facial hair, he glanced over at her and then turned back to Laswell who took the seat across from him. "I assume this is the one, Kate."

"Yeah, John, this is her.” Laswell pulled on the front of her jacket as she sat back and got comfortable. “Sergeant Sinclair, meet Captain Price."

Rory's brow furrowed for a moment at the name. It was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint how. Was it one she'd seen in a report? As she strapped into her seat, steely blue eyes measured her up before turning his attention to lighting the Villa Clara cigar he’d pulled from one of the pockets of his vest. 

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant."

His voice was deep, rumbling, and it stirred something in her. She was no stranger to appreciating someone’s timbre, but this was something different. He seemed so familiar, she couldn’t place how, but she knew it. Intimately. And then the memory hit her – the bathroom stall. Five years prior, one night in a bar. The sheer chance of them meeting like this damn near improbable. Her stomach dropped. Jesus. His face was nearly recognizable beneath the facial hair that hadn't been there the first time they met. His voice had become more gruff, lower than she remembered. The cigar he was currently smoking gave a clear indication as to why. Swallowing down the embarrassment that threatened to burn at her cheeks as she looked at him, she gauged his reaction to her name - if he recognized her the way she suddenly did him, he didn't show it.

"Good to meet you too, sir," she said. Her gaze fell to her hands, remembering how it felt when he had held them. Trying her damnedest not to look at him, she preferred to appear nervous over the mission and not the man who had suddenly become her commanding officer. 

Tugging at the tactical vest he wore, Price tilted his head back, puffing on his cigar and looking out the window as the helicopter began to move, the inside shaking as they lifted up off the ground. 

There was no backing out now.