very good Mariachi band playing and we hung out there the longest. I made myself the designated driver, because it was obvious early on that Billy boy was going to pound a few cold ones. I shared one shot of Herradura Tequila with a side of sangrita, but that was the extent of my drinking. At this same bar, I did have to rescue Bill from the grasp of two people dressed as women who to me had questionable gender issues. They were trying to lift his wallet from him as he came out of the bathroom so I had to intervene, resulting in a couple of words thrown my way that escaped my understanding. I am not sure what they called me, but I am positive they were not calling me handsome. My drunken companion was very cheerful and spreading his charm with the senoritas so it was hard to get him out the door and back to the car.
It was a quiet car ride back, since my passenger had fallen asleep 30-seconds after getting into the car. We did have situation about 20 minutes into the drive that necessitated the quick opening of the passenger window so Bill could exercise some demons. Lucky for me his window could be controlled from my side or it might have got ugly…and smelly.
Bill was trying to comprehend where he was and thought d amn, who was making freakin that racket outside, Bill’s fuzzy brain tried to comprehend the noise and why his mouth tasted like crap. Bill sat up even as he was grasping to answer those questions and realized that he was in his room, fully dressed and did not remember squat about how he got there. Glancing at the clock, he was shocked to see that it was just after eleven in the morning. It was dark outside for eleven so he gingerly got off the bed feeling somewhat queasy, wandered over to the window and saw that there was a rare rainy day outside. He also saw the garbage men toss the cans back into the bin, which provided another cacophony of sounds to Bill’s sensitive ears. While looking out the window he espied an old style quilt hanging off the back porch of an apartment a couple of buildings over. At first, he was not sure what drew his attention to it, but then it began to dawn on him why it piqued his interest. With renewed vigor, he stripped out of his clothes, which smelled strongly of smoke and jumped into the welcoming shower.
Boy that felt g ood Bill said to himself as the hot water cascaded over his head. His thoughts drifted back to the issue at hand. How to design a prototype that would provide the proper voltage and wattage needed to run the average household. Based on the results Rico had finalized yesterday, it was as simple as the math that would determine the ultimate design. We know the steady output of the specimen and we know how much liquid is needed to produce the amount of amperage needed, so using those assumptions I can create a design similar to the quilting in which the quilt was just the sum of stitched in squares of the same size. Each square, rectangle or whatever geometric shape, will hold the same amount of liquid. The quilted panels, so to speak, are wired with positive and negative leads and will be linked in parallel or in serial with other panels to achieve the voltage or amperage levels need. Somehow, the wiring connects back to a central console.
Getting out of the shower, he continued to work the puzzle in his head. Since the organism needed light to function , the sun-facing surface of the electrical quilt had to be transparent, durable and flexible enough it could be used anywhere. Keeping with the quilt concept, he concluded that a rigid design similar to a solar panel would be too inflexible for the applications in his mind. He pictured a quilt or a series of quilts laid across the average rooftop that were tied back, using a direct current to an alternating current or AC converter to a home’s electrical panel similar to how emergency generators are installed. Another concept he considered was that excess
It was a quiet car ride back, since my passenger had fallen asleep 30-seconds after getting into the car. We did have situation about 20 minutes into the drive that necessitated the quick opening of the passenger window so Bill could exercise some demons. Lucky for me his window could be controlled from my side or it might have got ugly…and smelly.
Bill was trying to comprehend where he was and thought d amn, who was making freakin that racket outside, Bill’s fuzzy brain tried to comprehend the noise and why his mouth tasted like crap. Bill sat up even as he was grasping to answer those questions and realized that he was in his room, fully dressed and did not remember squat about how he got there. Glancing at the clock, he was shocked to see that it was just after eleven in the morning. It was dark outside for eleven so he gingerly got off the bed feeling somewhat queasy, wandered over to the window and saw that there was a rare rainy day outside. He also saw the garbage men toss the cans back into the bin, which provided another cacophony of sounds to Bill’s sensitive ears. While looking out the window he espied an old style quilt hanging off the back porch of an apartment a couple of buildings over. At first, he was not sure what drew his attention to it, but then it began to dawn on him why it piqued his interest. With renewed vigor, he stripped out of his clothes, which smelled strongly of smoke and jumped into the welcoming shower.
Boy that felt g ood Bill said to himself as the hot water cascaded over his head. His thoughts drifted back to the issue at hand. How to design a prototype that would provide the proper voltage and wattage needed to run the average household. Based on the results Rico had finalized yesterday, it was as simple as the math that would determine the ultimate design. We know the steady output of the specimen and we know how much liquid is needed to produce the amount of amperage needed, so using those assumptions I can create a design similar to the quilting in which the quilt was just the sum of stitched in squares of the same size. Each square, rectangle or whatever geometric shape, will hold the same amount of liquid. The quilted panels, so to speak, are wired with positive and negative leads and will be linked in parallel or in serial with other panels to achieve the voltage or amperage levels need. Somehow, the wiring connects back to a central console.
Getting out of the shower, he continued to work the puzzle in his head. Since the organism needed light to function , the sun-facing surface of the electrical quilt had to be transparent, durable and flexible enough it could be used anywhere. Keeping with the quilt concept, he concluded that a rigid design similar to a solar panel would be too inflexible for the applications in his mind. He pictured a quilt or a series of quilts laid across the average rooftop that were tied back, using a direct current to an alternating current or AC converter to a home’s electrical panel similar to how emergency generators are installed. Another concept he considered was that excess
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