#ionosphere X

[thewul]

8 ans!

8 longues années Professeur, a faire et a refaire, a voir et a revoir, a décider que c'est cela puis que il y matière a continuer, car comme je l'ai dit rien ne me prédisposait depuis le dessin que j'ai abandonné après mes années de lycée, a part des gribouillages sur des calepins pendant des formations professionnelles ennuyantes, a réaliser un tel navire

Un travail que modestement je peux qualifier de minutieux, de progrès graduel pour arriver a notre dernière version

3D2!

3D2 qui est la suite de notre version 3D1, soit notre deuxième voir troisième version du Cuba Libre puisque l'on peut considérer que 3D0 a existé a un moment donné, tandis que 3D2 n'est en elle même que le point de départ de 3D3

Ah?

3D3 vise la réalisation en 3D du Cuba Libre, un modèle exploitable a des fins d'engineering pour sa fabrication

Quel est votre sentiment?

C'est cette photographie Professeur que nous voyons la qui me fait réaliser a présent qu'au dela de l'idée du Cuba Libre, de réaliser un soumarin afin de faire le tour du monde se projette une idée bien plus vaste et plus éminente

Qui est celle de la découverte de notre monde et de la rencontre de l'autre, qui est un petit monde bien qu'il nous paraisse grand, et qui est riche de la diversité des ses cultures et de ses peuples

Qu'en définitive le Cuba Libre est un moyen et non une fin en lui même, ce qui est pour moi une réalisation tout a fait surprenante que ce navire qui a été une fin pendant ces 8 années finalement se révèle être un moyen

Mais quel moyen!

Il est tout simplement hors norme Professeur, et je suis tout a fait curieux de savoir si nos futurs ingénieurs vont arriver a lui conserver ces espaces que l'on voit la en terme de superficie, bien que j'estime qu'ils seront de 8 a 10% moindres afin d'implémenter la structure intérieure du navire, les cloisons et séparations, porteuses ou non porteuses

Egalement il est peut être injuste de dire qu'il n'est qu'un moyen et cela est propre aux soumarins qui a quelques dizaines d'encablures sous les mers deviennent leur propre monde, et c'est cela aussi l'idée, la proposition faite a la CCL, non pas de fuire le monde mais de construire un monde dans le monde, plus petit certes mais tout semble y être, loin de tout, c'est nécessaire parfois ou souvent

Que pensez vous qui pourra décider les différents candidats a devenir membres de la CCL?

En premier lieu leur enthousiasme pour l'idée, en second la conviction chiffres a l'appui qu'il s'agit d'un investissement humain et financier viable et non pas de voir la chose comme jeter des mille et des cents dans un soumarin a l'encontre de toute logique, en dernier lieu vouloir réellement faire partie de la communauté solidaire qu'est la CCL qui a ses objectifs, ses buts et son fonctionnement

Comment imaginez vous votre première rencontre avec ces candidats?

Ah cela c'est le travail de la petite équipe de Moulinsart, car nous aurons besoin Professeur d'un modèle réduit du Cuba Libre qui doit absolument être disposé aux regards de tous en plein milieu de cette grande table de réunion

Le soumarin qui est l'objet de la CCL, et le challenge d'en faire une affaire qui tourne pour tous les membres de la CCL

Oui il y a le soumarin, et ce voyage autour du monde, qui deviennent possible avec l'investissement et de Bombardier et de la CCL, et de la CCL, au dela la CCL a des projets pour consolider sa rentabilité, des restaurants, et le site de La Rochelle qui doit fonctionner comme musée dédié a la mer, et aux soumarins

Nos candidats doivent être indépendants financièrement, a parts nos passagers emplois solidaires, et doivent et c'est la l'objet même de ces réunions être convaincus que c'est la chose a faire pour eux, leur engagement doit être mûrement réfléchi et sans l'ombre d'un doute ou hésitation quant au succès de notre entreprise, convaincus par eux mêmes et par tout ce qu'on pourra mettre sur papier comme chiffres et études

Notre première préoccupation lors de la formation de la CCL est cet aspect, critique, de ne pas former la CCL avec des membres qui hésitent et qui peuvent changer d'avis par la suite

Pendant 8 ans j'ai porté ce projet sans aucun retour financier en prenant sur mon temps libre et mes weekends, je ne demande a personne d'en faire pareil mais on doit le savoir, qu'il s'agit d'un engagement avant toute chose

Les apports a la CCL pourront etre financiers, en industrie, ou mixtes financiers et en industrie, maintenant je le dit en toute transparence, la CCL et l'équipage embarqué Bombardier travaillent a bord du Cuba Libre, le voyage autour du monde nous permet de changer de cadre pendant que l'on travaille, avec un seuil de productivité attendu, par tous a la CCL, nous sommes réellement une entreprise avec des charges et une rentabilité a atteindre

Et donc personne ne se tourne les pouces a bord du Cuba Libre Professeur, nous travaillons tous a réaliser les buts et objectifs de la CCL, a part peut être nos membres VIP dont l'apport financier est en conséquence, qui veulent simplement profiter du voyage ou bien travailler sur leurs projets personnels

Et même la cette question d'apport financier reste tributaire de ce que tel ou tel membre pourra apporter de plus en valeur ajoutée a la CCL outre l'aspect financier, et ils participent aux corvées a bord comme tout le monde

Alors c'est intéressant cet aspect d'entreprise, très intéressant, toute entreprise a un objet, ou plusieurs, quels sont les objets de la CCL?

Nous souhaitons réaliser ce navire, dont l'exploitation est commune et qui fonctionne également comme navire de representation pour Bombardier a travers le monde

Daccord, et?

Nous souhaitons ouvrir différents restaurants à travers le monde, plus d'une quinzaine, nous en avions prévu 17 si mes souvenirs sont bons, et jusqu'à une vingtaine au total, en réaliser une dizaine lors de notre voyage serait déjà un exploit, ensuite nous pouvons être partis pour un an et demi, voir deux

Oui, et?

Nous souhaitons développer le site de La Rochelle pour qu'il fonctionne comme musée dédié a la mer et aux soumarins

Bien! C'est clair et conçis, et sur le long terme?

Eventuellement nous souhaitons réaliser un navire plus conséquent en taille le Cuba Libre II, qui est un navire purement commercial pour une activité de tourisme balnéaire, avec un si

Si la CCL décide de s'engager dans ce projet, pragmatiquement je pense que de réaliser le Cuba Libre sera déjà un exploit et que nos membres souhaiterons rentabiliser leurs investissements avant toute chose

Et donc peut etre, si le Cuba Libre les restaurants et La Rochelle tournent bien, dans 20, 25 ans

Vous aviez mentionné les Maison d'Amis Bombardier et les Résidences Bombardier?

Vous avez bien fait de me le rappeller, nous souhaitons développer cela aussi avec nos restaurants puisqu'il s'agit de visiter et de prospecter des sites pendant nos voyages

Et c'est rémunéré par Bombardier?

Cela devrait c'est du travail, d'autre part la CCL peut prendre une participation dans le réseau Maison d'Amis, Concernant les Résidences Bombardier nous n'en avons pas prévu d'en lancer beaucoup a date pendant le voyage, Rabat serait construite au préalable

Donc uniquement La Havane, pour laquelle nous avons déjà un site, l'ancienne ambassade des Etats Unis

Réussir le doublé restaurant Maison d'Amis me parait tout a fait pertinent pendant ce voyage Professeur

Et de le réussir 10 fois de suite!

Voila

Mais cela a un coût supplémentaire qui n'est pas négligeable?

Et c'est la que l'on en revient Professeur a une logique d'entreprise qui investit dans des projets viables, et qui a la capacité de lever des fonds pour les financer

Les lever au préalable?

Oui effectivement, 20 restaurants on va être a tant, et souvent procéder par rachat

Bon mais il faudra rembourser ces fonds?

Absolument, et la question du remboursement ne se pose pas pour des restaurants qui tournent bien, la vraie question c'est de ne pas les racheter trop cher, et aussi de trouver des établissements qui cadrent avec l'image de marque de la CCL

Vous avez un comptable a Moulinsart n'est ce pas?

Bravo Professeur, un Monsieur ou une Dame, retraité sans doute, et qui a la magie des chiffres et de la rentabilité au bout des doigts, car nous n'allons rien improviser nous allons budgétiser pour réaliser ces divers investissements, avec une partie en fonds propres et une autre sous forme d'appel a capitaux

Et non pas d'emprunt?

Non pas d'emprunts, on recherche des investisseurs que l'on va repayer avec profits sur nos bénéfices, il ne s'agit pas de payer des intérêts à une banque la CCL procède autrement, nos membres travaillent sereinement sans crédit à rembourser

Vous avez oublié les Confitures Bonne Maman!

C'est vrai cela, racheter les Confitures Bonne Maman fait partie de nos projets Professeur, des confitures traditionnelles, vous avez bien fait de me le rappeler

Hé bien je vous remercie pour ce tour d'horizon a l'occasion de ces 8 ans!

Avec plaisir Professeur, l’intérêt de BCS par rapport au Cuba Libre est qu'il ne s'agissait pas uniquement de dessiner ou de concevoir un soumarin, mais également de le construire et pour cela biensur en assurer la rentabilité pour une communauté qui est la CCL, ainsi que pour Bombardier qui est associé perenement a ce projet au delà de son rôle de constructeur

Ah! A propos, certains disent que les frais de représentation pour Bombardier sont trop bas pour un navire de cette taille et effectif a l'année?

Oui et non Professeur, il est indubitable que Bombardier rend possible ce projet en prenant 60% des parts, également en versant les frais pour son personnel embarqué et bureaux, donc nous ne pouvons ajouter aux frais pour Bombardier qui doit s'y retrouver aussi, par contre nous pouvons les intéresser a notre projet pour les Maisons d'Amis Bombardier en vue de rémunérer notre travail de prospection, dans le cadre de cette représentation

Vous savez Professeur si on me prend 20 cabines a bord a l'année, pour un effectif maximal de 96, qu'on me loue des bureaux et que l'on me verse des frais de représentation, il faudrait par la suite faire preuve de médiocrité pour ne pas rentabiliser ce navire

Et donc la médiocrité je n'aime pas cela, par contre j'ai la conviction d’être arrivé a une équation qui rend possible et la construction et la rentabilisation de ce projet, et modestement Professeur c'est un exploit, n'importe qui ferait les yeux ronds si on leur annonce que l'on va construire et rentabiliser un soumarin de 85 mètres, en vue de faire le tour du monde

Un soumarin civil est jusqu’à présent une rareté, et ce n'est pas quelquechose que l'on rentabilise, c'est cela le tour de force de BCS par rapport au Cuba Libre

Je vous confirme l'avis de l'ensemble de mes correspondants et de moi même, BCS est une étude de cas inédite a plus d'un titre, en effet la dualité entre votre ambition de conquête spatiale et la réalisation d'un soumarin est tout a fait fascinante!

Merci Professeur

[tyrianludaship]

This isn't completely related to selfshipping but i unironically love making up shipnames for my s/i and the tf2 characters.

[also to note: some of these are not canon; pyro and scout are friends; and saxton hale is just kinda there. idk he's alright.]

Engineer x Morale: Radio Repair

Soldier x Morale: Roger That

Spy x Morale: Esprit de corps, Radio Drama

Medic x Morale: Herzschlag / Heartbeat

Demoman x Morale: Boombox

Sniper x Morale: Radio Silence, National Outback

Heavy x Morale: Tea and Jam

Scout x Morale: Skip Distance

Pyro x Morale: Smoke Signals

Miss Pauling x Morale: Two-way Radio

Saxton Hale x Morale: Mating Calls [this one is just dumb ignore]

Proships DNI

[patchesofuniverse]

I love the implication that the only reason Arecibo existed was for SETI and when a random senator got the program cancelled they just. Left the world's largest radio dish in the middle of the Puerto Rican mountains, covered the backends in plastic, and locked the door.

[merelygifted]

NASA spots unexpected X-shaped structures in Earth's upper atmosphere — and scientists are struggling to explain them | Live Science

A NASA satellite has spotted unexpected X- and C-shaped structures in Earth’s ionosphere, the layer of electrified gas in the planet’s atmosphere that allows radio signals to travel over long distances.

The ionosphere is an electrified region of Earth's atmosphere that exists because radiation from the sun strikes the atmosphere. Its density increases during the day as its molecules become electrically charged. That's because sunlight causes electrons to break off of atoms and molecules, creating plasma that enables radio signals to travel over long distances. The ionosphere’s density then falls at night — and that's where GOLD comes in.

NASA's Global-scale Observations of the Limb and Disk (GOLD) mission is a geostationary satellite that has been measuring densities and temperatures in Earth's ionosphere since its launch in October 2018. From its geostationary orbit above the western hemisphere, GOLD was recently studying two dense crests of particles in the ionosphere, located north and south of the equator. As night falls, low-density bubbles appear within these crests that can interfere with radio and GPS signals. However, it's not just the wax and wane of sunshine that affects the ionosphere — the atmospheric layer is also sensitive to solar storms and huge volcanic eruptions, after which the crests can merge to form an X shape.

In its new observations, GOLD found some of these familiar X shapes in the ionosphere — even though there weren't any kinds of solar or volcanic disturbances to create them.  ...

...  In addition to the odd X's, GOLD also saw curved C-shaped bubbles appear in the plasma surprisingly close together. Scientists think they are shaped and orientated according to the direction of winds, but GOLD imaged C-shape and reverse-C-shaped bubbles as close as about 400 miles (643 kilometers) apart. To have wind patterns change so drastically over such short distances is quite unusual, according to the researchers.  ...

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil's catastrophic weather spawns spate of conspiracy theories

The climate catastrophe that has struck southern Brazil, killing more than a hundred people and displacing nearly two million, has also spawned a spate of bizarre conspiracy theories, some involving jets' vapor trails and weather antennas in faraway Alaska.

As often happens at times of disaster and great uncertainty, several of these theories have gone viral on social media.

"What's happening in Rio Grande do Sul is definitely not natural," one woman said on the platform known as X. "Let's open our eyes!"

She blamed something called HAARP -- the High-frequency Active Auroral Research Program -- a US project that studies the ionosphere using huge antennas in Alaska.

Other people have posted images of airplanes crisscrossing the skies over Brazil's hard-hit state of Rio Grande do Sul, saying the trails of condensation left by jets contain toxic chemicals as part of a secret and nefarious governmental program.

Taken together, the theories paint an ominous picture that somehow denies climate change while blaming governments and scientific institutions that supposedly are orchestrating "planned tragedies" for murky motives.

These theories ignore the overwhelming scientific consensus that climate change is almost certainly behind a global increase in extreme weather events.

Continue reading.

[glitterbombedshadow]

Microwave is a form of electromagnetic radiation with wavelengths shorter than other radio waves but longer than infrared waves. Its wavelength ranges from about one meter to one millimeter, corresponding to frequencies between 300 MHz and 300 GHz, broadly construed.[1][2]: 3 [3][4][5][6] A more common definition in radio-frequency engineering is the range between 1 and 100 GHz (wavelengths between 30 cm and 3 mm),[2]: 3  or between 1 and 3000 GHz (30 cm and 0.1 mm).[7][8] The prefix micro- in microwave is not meant to suggest a wavelength in the micrometer range; rather, it indicates that microwaves are small (having shorter wavelengths), compared to the radio waves used in prior radio technology

The boundaries between far infrared, terahertz radiation, microwaves, and ultra-high-frequency (UHF) are fairly arbitrary and are used variously between different fields of study. In all cases, microwaves include the entire super high frequency (SHF) band (3 to 30 GHz, or 10 to 1 cm) at minimum. A broader definition includes UHF and extremely high frequency (EHF) (millimeter wave; 30 to 300 GHz) bands as well.

Frequencies in the microwave range are often referred to by their IEEE radar band designations: S, C, X, Ku, K, or Ka band, or by similar NATO or EU designations.

Microwaves travel by line-of-sight; unlike lower frequency radio waves, they do not diffract around hills, follow the earth's surface as ground waves, or reflect from the ionosphere, so terrestrial microwave communication links are limited by the visual horizon to about 40 miles (64 km). At the high end of the band, they are absorbed by gases in the atmosphere, limiting practical communication distances to around a kilometer.

Microwaves are widely used in modern technology, for example in point-to-point communication links, wireless networks, microwave radio relay networks, radar, satellite and spacecraft communication, medical diathermy and cancer treatment, remote sensing, radio astronomy, particle accelerators, spectroscopy, industrial heating, collision avoidance systems, garage door openers and keyless entry systems, and for cooking food in microwave ovens.

[moraygrotto]

Heya! Would you be up for writing a fic about Idia chugging too much soda when playing his games which makes him super burpy until his stomach feels a little too heavy and gassy for him to play?

yushhh; filling this with idiа x reader !

~

"MmmmMMM! Fuck yeah!" Idia dropped his controller into his lap, then flopped down onto the sofa, kicking his legs up into the air.

As you walked into the room, you were greeted by his upside-down face, which blushed at once upon catching sight of you. On his gaming TV, his character stood idly next to an opened treasure chest.

"Oh!" Idia cheeped, looking sheepishly up at you. "Heya. Your work done?"

You nodded. "Yeah. How's your game going?"

"GREAT!" he burst out, picking up the controller and sitting up cross-legged. "I just beat this dungeon, the same one I mentioned earlier how people online are FUMING over the difficulty. Heheh, sniveling fuckin' noobs..." He caught himself mid-snicker, then looked up at you. "I can switch to co-op mode once I get back to home base, if you wanna—"

"No, no," you replied. "That's alright; you seem like you're in a good groove. Besides, I don't know if I'd have the energy—" On the table next to the couch, you spotted a six-pack of cola with two cans missing. "May I?" you said, gesturing to it.

"Oh, yeah," said Idia, "go right ahead." He licked his lips. "Actually, can you sauce me one too? This victory deserves a toast!"

Detaching two of the cans, you caught yourself before telling him you'd be pleased to share it with him. Even the smallest flirting could send Idia spiraling into a deeply flustered mood, and you didn't want to punctuate his current glee with anything else.

Sinking down next to him, you passed him one of the two cans of cola, which he cracked open and drank from at once. After a moment, you realized he was going for the whole can, pale throat bobbing with gulp after gulp. Finally, he shook a few last drops out onto his tongue, before setting the empty can down next to the sofa.

There were two others next to it, alongside a half-full bag of hot chips. You weren't sure why you had noticed neither these, nor how Idia's belly was pudged slightly out beneath his skinny long-sleeved T-shirt.

"Alright," he cheered, "let's goooo!" He turned to glance at you. "You good just watching?"

"Uh-huh," you said. "Mind if I get a little closer, or will that impede your gaming?"

"Huh? No, I don't think so."

With this permission, you sidled up next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and snaking one arm around his side.

"Ohmigosh," he began muttering in his talking-to-himself voice. "Totally getting cuddled while gaming right now. Like, every gamer's dream. Okay, this is fine; it'll make me better, not worse."

Under your fingers, as Idia clicked a button to resume his game, you could feel his belly rumbling.

Seeming to slip quickly back into the headspace, Idia muttered to himself about the game he was playing, making note of various features and cursing at enemies.

"Alright, I doooon't think this puzzle is gonna be too hard; nope; it's definitely in the last room with the... yeah... Uh-huh— gURRP!"

His bony shoulder hitched slightly beneath your head as a loud belch popped out from between his open lips. You stiffened a bit, expecting him to be embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, guard the key," he continued to mutter, as if nothing had happened at all. "I'll just beat your ass into the ionosphere, no big deal; heheh, yeahhhuRP!" His stomach sloshed at this, and he quickly reached down into the bag of chips beneath him to stuff a few into his mouth.

Only now that you detached yourself from him and let your hand trail across his bony spine, did he seem to remember you were there. "Ohshitohfuck," he said between crunches. "I'm making a slob out of myself while you're watching me—"

"I don't mind!" you interjected at once. "I like seeing you this relaxed."

He gulped, blushing softly. "You're right, huh," he said. "I don't let myself chill out like this around very many people. Thanks for putting up with me, I guess."

"No problem whatsoever," you said, stroking up and down his back. Hearing the contents of his stomach churn loudly, you offered a firm pat.

Idia's eyes bulged outward as a strangled "Hngrk!" sounded from his throat, before a monstrous, guttural burp poured upward into his closed mouth. His cheeks ballooned up near the end, and he blew it out the corner of his pale blue lips. "Oof," he said, sharply averting his eyes, "uh—"

"Dude," you interrupted, before he could go on. "That was great. I didn't even know burps like that could come out of you."

Idia let out a tense sigh. "No way," he whispered, "Noway noway. I can't believe they like my burps. I've never gotten any compliments over voice chat before."

"Well, that one sounded incredible," you said, even though you knew he didn't like people responding to his self-talk. "Here," you said, reaching over to the depleted six-pack. "Got room for more?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" he chimed. "You know I have a second stomach for gamer fuel."

Smiling, you passed him another can, and he opened it to take a sip before setting it down in his lap. As he continued his game, his words were interspersed with belches once more, but it seemed this time as if he were really talking to you when he explained his various maneuvers and strategies. Now and then, he paused to suck down more soda, occasionally following a loud gulp up with a satisfied burp.

"Hey," he said after shaking out the last dregs of the can, "could you pass me another?"

"Sure," you said, removing the final cola. "How does your tummy feel?"

"Rrph— Fine. I just wanna keep going."

Obediently, you passed it to him, and watched him mechanically set his empty drink down on the floor and replace it with the next one in his lap.

He drank with a focused ferocity, taking large swigs in brief pauses from his game. About halfway through it, he glanced at you, and blinked. "Hey," he said, "you haven't touched the can of soda you took."

It was then you realized that all of your attention had been on him, and you had forgot to even open it. "You're right," you said, and cracked open the tab. "Don't mind if I do," you quipped over the sound of fizz. "Get back to your game, now. You're in the middle of a quest; don't let me distract you."

As Idia resumed playing, you tried a sip of the cola. It was a foreign brand that he had ordered online, and the taste was just to the left of familiar on your tongue. It was strange to think that four and a half cans of it now bubbled inside of Idia.

"Rrgh—" he grunted a few minutes later. He had encountered a boss, but he wasn't spouting his usual babble throughout the fight.

"Hey," you interjected, "Idia, what's the matter?"

"Matter? No, I'm—" His character got hit on the head, and he frowned. "Nothing's the matter; I'm fine."

"Hey," you repeated, "if you're not comfortable, just pause the game."

"No, I'm fine; I can't— hic—"

The boss enemy dove forward, and Idia tried to sidestep its movement; all of a sudden, a brief gurgle coiled up from his stomach, and the loudest burp you had ever heard from Idia burst forth. Simply put, it was gorgeous. His belly muscles rippled; his bony chest lurched forward; his hands seized at the controller. It seemed entirely out of his control, too, like his body was nothing but a vessel for the soda bubbles now bursting cleanly free up his gullet. The sound of it almost dazed you.

Idia, on the other hand, looked sour. "FUUUCK!" he squealed, and only then did you notice the quiet game-over music coming from the TV.

He slammed his controller down and flung himself backward atop the sofa. "Stupidass overpowered garbage-tier game design boss fight—"

"Hey, hey—" you tried to say. "Idia, calm down—"

"You can't console me," he said, muffled as he slapped both palms over his face. "If any enemy is so powerful that you can't even burp while fighting them, then it's just logic that they shouldn't be in the game."

"Idia, my love," you said, "the game autosaved beforehand, remember? You can just restart the battle, with no interruptions this time."

Pouting fiercely, Idia reached down to the half-finished can of soda still in his lap, and chugged the remainder all at once. Crushing it in one skeletal hand, he wiped the back of his mouth with the other, and his scowling lips parted to let up a gurgling belch.

"There you go," you said, unsure how to diffuse his mood. "All fueled up, right?"

"Sure, whatever," he grumbled, and turned to the screen again.

"Here," you said, "before you start up again—" You slid a hand beneath one of his own. "Take a few deep breaths with me."

If it were anyone else, Idia would most likely roll his eyes and mutter a snide refusal, so your heart was warmed to actually see him close his eyes, and draw in a breath in time with you.

His shoulders rose, and just as he was about to exhale—

"Grgglurphhhhhhh..."

"Baby," you said, "you can't even breathe without burping; that's so cute!"

Idia's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"You really crammed yourself full of soda, huh?"

Idia snorted, a blush rising to his cheeks again. "I can't help myself; it's so good."

"I'm not blaming you," you replied. "Can I touch your stomach?"

His gaze dropped to the floor. "Whatever. Go ahead."

Once more, Idia closed his eyes, and let his hands fall to his sides, exposing his body in a way he rarely seemed to do.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Idia's soft tummy shifted under your hand like liquid. A gentle prod to the sensitive cleft beneath his ribcage elicited a gurgle, and another gurgle, and more in succession like a meteor shower of sound.

A few gentle belches passed up and hissed through his lips, and after a moment, Idia truly seemed to relax.

"Good boy," you couldn't help but to coo. "Does this feel any better?"

"M-hm," he whimpered. "You really think I'm cute like this?"

"Yes, adorable."

He blinked his eyes shyly open. "Almost makes me wish that weren't the last can, heheh..."

You held up the soda you had been drinking, which was still mostly full. "I mean, there is more."

"That one's yours, though."

The thought of one more drink poured into Idia was far more appealing right now than having the rest to yourself. Suddenly, a devious thought entered your mind. "You can have it," you said, "if you let me hold the can while you drink."

Idia went stiff as a board. "Ohmigod, really?"

"Yeah?"

"For real? You're actually willing to feed me soda?"

You chuckled. "I'm asking."

His blush had spread to every visible inch of skin; he looked on fire, even moreso than usual. "Yeah, um, okay," he squeaked. "You can do that. Just, um?" He took a trembling breath. "Could you, like, praise me while you're doing it? Also, go slowly. I don't wanna choke."

"Yeah, of course!" You reached around to hold him once more, and lifted the can.

"Oh!" tittered Idia. "Right now; okay."

Carefully, you aligned the mouth of the can with his tilted head, pressing it to his lips like a kiss. "Ready, baby?"

He gave an "Mmn" in reply, and you carefully tipped the fluid into him. A drop of it missed, bubbled, overflowed down the corner of his mouth, but you pet his back warningly, trying to urge him to stay still. "It's okay," you said, "we'll clean it up afterwards. Just be good for me, and drink."

His small, constant gulps were interrupted by a voiced sound which must have been some kind of affirmative. You kept stroking his back, over and over the ridge of his spine, careful to keep your hand steady, for if you gave him the slightest pat, you were sure he would burp, and messily interrupt his constant sipping.

"There you go," you soothed. "You're doing a good job."

At this, Idia actually slurped harder at the flow, making audible gulping sounds as he forced it down his throat, and the trickle of overflow thickened by a few drops down his chin.

"Be careful," you chuckled, then let your voice fall back to a flirting tone. "Don't hurt yourself, baby. You're too cute for that; just sip slowly now."

"Mm," Idia grunted.

The angle of the can was quickly nearing ninety degrees, and Idia was drinking obediently, the sound of fizz a soft background to his wet slurps and gulps.

After a while, he gave a noise like a moan.

"Are you okay, baby boy?" you asked. "Tap my thigh twice if no, okay? Otherwise, I want you to chug this whole thing for me."

You took one of his hands, and placed it on your thigh, but Idia continued gulping down, hair cascading down his back and Adam's apple jutting outward as his head tipped back to swallow the last of the cola.

When the can was upside down, you tapped out the dregs with a finger. Weakly, face flushed and belly snarling audibly, Idia licked upward at the drops.

"That's my good boy," you praised, and placed the can down next to its emptied brethren, the latest trophy showcasing just how much Idia's tank could hold.

Jaw trembling, Idia moaned pathetically.

"Don't say a word," you said. "Just let it settle." Carefully, you reached out to caress his belly. It was tight under your fingertips' touch, made noises like a discontented animal while giving the tactile and visual impression of a balloon ready to burst.

Idia was breathing slowly through his mouth.

"That's it," you said, "just relax your throat, stomach muscles, everything. You drank that so well; I'm so proud of you."

You didn't realize, at first, the sound Idia was making, through the incessant clamor of his stomach around its fizzing contents, and the soft music still playing from the TV. Through his open lips, you realized, was rumbling a soft "grrrrrrrphhhhhhhhhfff..."

You leaned in close, rubbing your thumb over the sensitive parts of his belly while you cradled the soft parts in your palm, and at your touch the sound grew louder, deepening into a rolling "urggggggh—"; at the slightest bit more pressure applied, into a hearty "GRURRRRRRP..."

His brow was furrowed; you couldn't tell if he was blissed out by the cola's sweetness, a helpless victim to his own digestive system, or both.

At last, the belch trailed off on a bubbly gurgle, and then a low afterburp passed up through him as he sat completely still.

There was a beat of blank, inert silence, then Idia wheezed a deep breath, doubling over. "Fuck," he said, "Ohhh my god. Holy shit."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah! Yeah, urph, I'm great. Holy moly, man; that was... Ahhh..."

You cautiously scooched an inch closer to him. "Was that good enough praise?" you said. "Was it what you were hoping for?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Idia said, gripping his thighs. "That was INSANE. Uhh, you were perfect, that is."

"Good," you said, and passed him a half-crumpled napkin from the bedside table. "Wanna clean your face off?"

Idia took it from you without looking. "Yeah," he said, and dabbed at his chin. "Oh my god, yeah."

You laughed, and pat his back. "Are you ready to try that boss fight one more time?"

Idia froze, then continued wiping his face. "No," he said. "I will tomorrow. I'm totally outta my groove now. Plus, I'm way too full for that. I think it is officially Idia chill time."

As Idia sat up, you hugged him close, and pecked a kiss atop his sticky cheek. "In that case," you said, "do you want more belly rubs?"

You felt goosebumps form under Idia's sleeve, and he leaned into you. "Urp— Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I'd say yes to that."

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Abstract

"The statistical analysis of the impact of the top 50 X-class solar flares (1997–2024) on global seismic activity as well as on the earthquake preparation zones located in the illuminated part of the globe and in an area of 5000 km around the subsolar point was carried out. It is shown by a method of epoch superposition that for all cases, an increase in seismicity is observed, especially in the region around the subsolar point (up to 33%) during the 10 days after the solar flare in comparison with the preceding 10 days. The case study of the aftershock sequence of a strong Mw = 9.1 earthquake (Sumatra–Andaman Islands, 26 December 2004) after the solar flare of X10.16 class (20 January 2005) demonstrated that the number of aftershocks with a magnitude of Mw ≥ 2.5 increases more than 17 times after the solar flare with a delay of 7–8 days. For the case of the Darfield earthquake (Mw = 7.1, 3 September 2010, New Zealand), it was shown that X-class solar flares and M probably triggered two strong aftershocks (Mw = 6.1 and Mw = 5.9) with the same delay of 6 days on the Port Hills fault, which is the most sensitive to external electromagnetic impact from the point of view of the fault electrical conductivity and orientation. Based on the obtained results, the possible application of natural electromagnetic triggering of earthquakes is discussed for the earthquake forecast using confidently recorded strong external electromagnetic triggering impacts on the specific earthquake preparation zones, as well as ionospheric perturbations due to aerosol emission from the earthquake sources recorded by satellites."

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[poisonouswritings]

Ahhhh I'm good!!!!! I'm back at school and everything is awful I have to take a science course for the second time 🥲 idk why I decided to do this to myself

I pumped out way too much way too soon of my sage x mc ouat au and now I'm burnt out so that's nice

I don't even know what an exosphere is so you're much smarter than I am...

-disney anon

Riiip. I just have to do this one science class and then I'm done. What're you taking?

Also yeah that's a big mood. It's very easy to get burnt out.

The exosphere is the outermost layer of the atmosphere. It goes exosphere, thermosphere, (the ionosphere is kinda between spheres), mesosphere, stratosphere, and the troposphere. The mesosphere is where meteors burn up so I don't think there's satellites there?? So I have to ask.

Also one of the questions was 'whats the dark rock that makes up the sea floor' and I immediately knew it was basalt because it sounds like Balsam and every time it comes up in lectures I giggle for a second and then get sad cause. I miss Balsam a lot.

[thewul]

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[andronetalks]

NASA scientists observe bizarre alphabet-shaped structures glowing above Earth's atmosphere

Good By Neha B. August 14, 2024 The closer one looks at the universe, the more mysterious it seems. Recently, NASA’s Global-scale Observations of the Limb and Disk (GOLD) mission revealed bizarre C and X-shaped structures hovering in the electrified layer of the ionosphere. “Who knew Earth’s upper atmosphere was like alphabet soup?” NASA wrote about the recording on its website. The two papers…

[nullarysources]

Scientists have spotted unexpected X- and C-shaped structures in the atmosphere. They are struggling to explain them

Ashley Strickland, CNN:

Astronomers have known for some time that X-shaped crestlike formations can appear in the ionosphere's plasma — a sea of charged particles — after solar storms.

Satellite data hasn't always been able to capture the full picture of what's occurring in the ionosphere, but NASA's GOLD mission has a bird's-eye view of the atmospheric layer over the Western Hemisphere from space, revealing how different factors cause disturbances in the ionosphere.

Now, astronomers looking at data collected by the GOLD mission have found similar features shaped like Xs and never-before-seen Cs that surprisingly seem to have appeared during "quiet times" when there were no atmospheric disturbances, according to new research. The findings are upending what's known about how the unusual structures might form and their potential impacts.

How long before we can spell dirty words in the ionosphere

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

NASA's GOLD mission found unexpected X- and C-shaped structures in the plasma of Earth's ionosphere. Researchers have likened our upper atmosphere to "alphabet soup."

[stephanmacro]

NASA spots unexpected X-shaped structures in Earth's upper atmosphere — and scientists are struggling to explain them | Live Science