>>1941
Maybe he's not a student though.

Maybe he's not a learning animal at all, eh?

>>1941

Wait, are you saying that >>1812 is "realistic and knows what he's talking about in this area"? Aside from the very obvious samechap, absolutely not lad.

Also just a point of information: Somewhere in the seven-paragraph lunacy of >>1812 he mentions EMP weapons. The most effective EMP weapon is a nuclear device detonated at altitude, so EMP weapons themselves are no use.

We have a large solar storm heading our way today if anybody's interested. It's not going to be the apocalypse but there's a real possibility that mobile phones will stutter and radio signals will increase or decrease in range. The last time something like this happened, people could pick up random radio stations from different continents for a day or so.

There'll be an increased aurora if you're somewhere close by. The technical term is "coronal mass ejection". It's not rude.

>>1945
I suppose next up is "I'd eject my corona into her mass, IYKWIM"

>>1941
>If you want to know about a specialist area, you ask an expert.

Exactly. So if you want to know about the effects of induced electrical currents, you ask an electrical engineer, or someone who bases their knowledge on something more than a post from above top secret.
Or you could go along with someone like >>1812, who has nothing to add apart from a smug, screaming, frothing rant about the end of the world and how we're all going to die because we're not as clever as him, and fails to address a single point, instead choosing to claim that electricians and electrical engineers don't know anything about electricity.
>>1814 still stands
>You're a smug, condescending idiot and you don't know what you're talking about.

>>1945

I agree that >>1812 is somewhat of a raving lunatic, but >>1809 is still stupid to dismiss it all as a load of bollocks. The worst case scenario is not that "the lights go out for a few minutes", it is a worldwide period of chronic blackouts and brownouts, potentially continuing for months.

Power stations themselves are reasonably well protected, but most of the infrastructure is still very old and suffering from poor investment, and even if it was all replaced now research in the area is still ongoing and there is no perfect protection against it. In a mild storm what will happen is that no physically damage would occur, but the useful capacity of the grid will be decreased significantly due to reactive power, which would only cause problems during certain times of the day when demand is high. In a moderate storm, what will happen is that the grid will have to be turned off for the duration, and then it can't simply be switched back on straight after. A severe storm may not happen, or may just happen once, but it could cause a lot of damage to the infrastructure which could be fixed in a matter of weeks, but with our government it would likely take months to get back to full capacity.

http://palermoproject.com/Mars_Anomalies/PhobosAnomalies1.html

I read this short story a while back and I think anyone who's posted in this thread will enjoy it, so I hope you lot don't mind a bit of /lit/-ish derailment. It's by a chap called Ray Bradbury, a fairly prolific science fiction author (Fahrenheit 451 will be the one of his you've heard of).


Kaleidoscope
The first concussion cut the rocket up the side with a giant can opener. The men were thrown into space like a dozen wriggling silverfish. They were scattered into a dark sea; and the ship, in a million pieces, went on, a meteor swarm seeking a lost sun.
“Barkley, Barkley, where are you?”
The sound of voices calling like lost children on a cold night
“Woode, Woode!”
“Captain!”
“Hollis, Hollis, this is Stone.”
“Stone, this is Hollis. Where are you?”
“I don’t know. How can I? Which way is up? I’m falling. Good God, I’m falling.”
They fell. They fell as pebbles fall down wells. They were scattered as jackstones are scattered from a gigantic throw. And now instead of men there were only voices-all kinds of voices, disembodied and impassioned, in varying degrees of terror and resignation.
“We’re going away from each other.”
This was true. Hollis, swinging head over heels, knew this was true. He knew it with a vague acceptance. They were parting to go their separate ways, and nothing could bring them back. They were wearing their sealed-tight space suits with the glass tubes over their pale faces, but they hadn’t had time to lock on their force units. With them they could be small lifeboats in space, saving themselves, saving others, collecting together, finding each other until they were an island of men with some plan. But without the force units snapped to their shoulders they were meteors, senseless, each going to a separate and irrevocable fate.

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“Let’s talk. We haven’t anything else to do.”
The captain cut in. “That’s enough of that. We’ve got to figure a way out of this.”
“Captain, why don’t you shut up?” said Applegate.
“What!”
“You heard me, Captain. Don’t pull your rank on me, you’re ten thousand miles away by now, and let’s s not kid ourselves. As Stimson puts it, it’s a long way down.”
“See here, Applegate!”
“Can it. This is a mutiny of one. I haven’t a damn thing to lose. Your ship was a bad ship and you were a bad captain and I hope you break when you hit the Moon.”
“I’m ordering you to stop!”
“Go on, order me again.” Applegate smiled across ten thousand miles. The captain was silent. Applegate continued, “Where were we, Hollis? Oh yes, I remember. I hate you too. But you know that. You’ve known it for a long time.”
Hollis clenched his fists, helplessly.
“I want to tell you something,” said Applegate. “Make you happy. I was the one who blackballed you with the Rocket Company five years ago.”
A meteor flashed by. Hollis looked down and his left hand was gone. Blood spurted. Suddenly there was no air in his suit He had enough air in his lungs to move his right hand over and twist a knob at his left elbow, tightening the joint and sealing the leak. It had happened so quickly that he was not surprised. Nothing surprised him any more. The air in the suit came back to normal in an instant now that the leak was sealed. And the blood that had flowed so swiftly was pressured as he fastened the knob yet tighter, until it made a tourniquet.
All of this took place in a terrible silence on his part. And the other men chatted. That one man, Lespere, went on and on with his talk about his wife on Mars, his wife on Venus, his wife on Jupiter, his money, his wondrous times, his drunkenness, his gambling, his happiness. On and on, while they all fell. Lespere reminisced on the past, happy, while he fell to his death.
It was so very odd. Space, thousands of miles of space, and these voices vibrating in the center of it. No one visible at all, and only the radio waves quivering and trying to quicken other men into emotion.
“Are you angry, Hollis?”

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It was, of course, ridiculous. Only a minute before he had been giving advice to others, to Stimson; he had felt a braveness which he had thought to be the genuine thing, and now he knew that it had been nothing but shock and the objectivity possible in shock. Now he was trying to pack a lifetime of suppressed emotion into an interval of minutes.
“I know how you feel, Hollis,” said Lespere, now twenty thousand miles away, his voice fading. “I don’t take it personally.”
But aren’t we equal? he wondered. Lespere and I? Here, now? If a thing’s over, if s done, and what good is it? You die anyway. But he knew he was rationalizing, for it was like trying to tell the difference between a live man and a corpse. There was a spark in one, and not in the other – an aura, a mysterious element.
So it was with Lespere and himself; Lespere had lived a good full life, and it made him a different man now, and he, Hollis, had been as good as dead for many years. They came to death by separate paths and, in all likelihood, if there were lands of death, their kinds would be as different as night from day. The quality of death, like that of life, must be of an infinite variety, and if one has already died once, then what was there to look for in dying for good and all, as he was now?
It was a second later that he discovered his right foot was cut sheer away. It almost made him laugh. The air was gone from his suit again. He bent quickly, and there was blood, and the meteor had taken flesh and suit away to the ankle. Oh, death in space was most humorous. It cut you away, piece by piece, like a black and invisible butcher. He tightened the valve at the knee, his head whirling into pain, fighting to remain aware, and with the valve tightened, the blood retained, the air kept, he straightened op and went on falling, falling, for that was all there was left to do.
“Hollis?”
Hollis nodded sleepily, tired of waiting for death.
“This is Applegate again,” said the voice.
“Yes.”
‘I’ve had time to think. I listened to you. This isn’t good. It makes us bad. This is a bad way to die. It brings all the bile out. You listening, Hollis?”
“Yes.”
“I lied. A minute ago. I lied. I didn’t blackball you. I don’t know why I said that. Guess I wanted to hurt you. You seemed the one to hurt. We’ve always fought Guess I’m getting old fast and repenting fast I guess listening to you be mean made me ashamed. Whatever the reason, I want you to know I was an idiot too. There’s not an ounce of truth in what I said. To hell with you.”
Hollis felt his heart begin to work again. It seemed as if it hadn’t worked for five minutes, but now all of his limbs began to take color and warmth. The shock was over, and the successive shocks of anger and terror and loneliness were passing. He felt like a man emerging from a cold shower in the morning, ready for breakfast and a new day.
“Thanks, Applegate.”
“Don’t mention it. Up your nose, you bastard.”

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The remains of Vladimir Komarov.

>>1970
>Why does he need to define life? We can use our current understanding of life.
If we use the definition as used in biology then no, we couldn't use our "current understanding of life" and still claim that life exist on Venus, because the conditions are too hot for it. If you want to say that a different kind of life is possible, that's fine (and I doubt any scientist would argue against it), but then you get into the "define life" question. The systemic complexity of a star is far beyond that of simple single-celled organisms, but is it alive?

>>1969
Summat that self replicates.

>>1969
Yeah. Earth DNA gets buggered at 150 C. Venus 'DNA' wouldn't. Remember that earth biochemistry has to be relatively facile so that it can run efficiently at ambient/body temperature. Venus biochemistry would have no such requirement and would require and tolerate much higher temperatures.

>>1973
>Summat that self replicates.
By your definition, then, computer viruses are alive.

https://www.youtube.com/v/uakLB7Eni2E

This thread reminds me of this clip from Cosmos, which is one of my favourite bits.

>Insect aliens
Move aside, lads.

>>1872
the guy making the video is a total shitsack.

"Obviously it was cloaked" WHAT? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK DID YOU SAY? Does cloaking exist? Have you seen it first hand? Have you? Are you a scientist? An expert on defense and space-travelling technology? You can shut right the fuck up cunt. Not even any background about what those images are or how they were recorded. I mean, he's talking vaguely about "energy from the sun" which I assume means radiation. How do we know that "object" isn't just a reflection of the radiation hitting mercury? Or a piece of debris destroyed by the radiation?

Tinfoil bum-pokery if you ask me

>>1890

/boo/

You fucking moron.

>>1921
Precisely - there's nothing spooky about offensively vague bunkum like this, so I guess /b/ is the most relevant place.

>>1877
Just found this today and was coming here to post it. I spat milk all over my fucking laptop.

There's an English version somewhere.

>>1877
Just made me piss myself laughing.

Then again, I found myself laughing uncontrollably at the gorier parts of A Serbian Film too.

Once back in 2003 I was had by a screamer.

Never again.

>>1966
http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=31&weekday=tu

Kid's going to grow up to be recruited/turned into some awesome ninja assassin.

>>1958

I'd like to see him bought to the west for further studies.

ITZ COMING, lads.

>>1961
Oh give it a rest

My guess is they're trying to kill the Western-born stereotype of squint eye.

>>1934

The sound should appear to come from everywhere and nowhere. If it was directional it is not this thing.

>>1916

>16: And the number of the army of the horsemen were two hundred thousand thousand: and I heard the number of them.

Maybe two hundred million was an inconceivable amount of people in a time when there were only about 170 million people alive on the entire planet, but I find it far-fetched that even two hundred million would be able to slaughter 2.33 billion people if the apocalypse happened tomorrow, especially when many more would be actively fighting back.

>>1936

Good Lord, you are stupid.

>>1942

Yes, what a fool he is for not quite making sense of a completely preposterous brain-fart of a thread.

"Good Lord, you are stupid."

It's a Saturday lunchtime, you're on the internet, and we're talking about the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Lighten the fuck up!

Viral marketing is a blight upon humanity.

He was a racist, drug-addicted, misogynistic, homosexual kiddy fiddler with weird ideas and more STDs than you could shake a stick at.

>>1849

racist and misogynistic - yeah probably, those were different times

kiddy fiddler - never seen any evidence suggesting this, he was certainly a pansexual bumlover of course

weird ideas - he sure did have strange, weird and revolutionary ideas and I salute his memory for this

>>1803

While listening to "The Great Beast Speaks", and hearing his voice, I was expecting him to sound much more sinister.

http://downloadsatan.blogspot.com/2011/10/aleister-crowley-great-beast-speaks-cd.html

>>1803

A true genius. The Book of Thoth is outstanding. He's unmatched.

>>1803
I think he was a massive egoist. Clever fellow, definitely. Educating and enlightening, definitely. But not someone who's footsteps I'd care to follow in.

Now arguably the darkest thing Ozzy's ever done was bite the head off an already-dead bat, but he still made a sweet song about Crowley:
https://www.youtube.com/v/D-2NQnxDDJE

>In the past civilisations had the sense to have granaries and emergency supplies for lean times.

We still have this thanks to the Common Agricultural Policy and its actually one the reasons why we have it. Food prices will remain normal in the west.

>>1910

Please tell me where this food is, what it is, how it will be distributed and how much it is. Otherwise I call bullshit.

>>1920

>"calling bullshit" on the grain mountains

Really lad? If you're interested in where they are, I happen to know some if it has been stored here:

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Wellington+Parkway,+Bitteswell,+Harborough+District,+United+Kingdom&hl=en&ll=52.45376,-1.242485&spn=0.043047,0.077162&sll=52.458232,-1.245661&sspn=0.021521,0.038581&oq=wellington+park&vpsrc=6&hnear=Wellington+Pkwy,+Magna+Park,+Lutterworth+LE17+4XW,+United+Kingdom&t=h&z=14

>>1922

And how many months/years per person throughout Europe will this supply feed and last for? What types of food? How much? How will it be distributed? Still waiting...

These "food mountains" are bullshit. I know fine well they've had them for a while and last time I looked at the stock numbers (and double and triple checked with EU press releases and reputable media) as big as the clueless thought these things were it was all a drop in the bucket for what would actually be needed. Gone as fast as the supermarket stocks, even if you could get a sniff of it. Anyone thinking it's for anything other than short term economic reasons in the current market is utterly clueless. Unless of course you think the "wine lakes" are there for emergency supplies of wine. You know, when people are dying in the streets for lack of wine. As they do.

Any real problems and prices WILL go up and shortages WILL happen. Your hugbox dreams simply go against all reality.

>>1923

Lad, you don't know what you're talking about. If you're interested, most of the "types of food" are butter, feed grain and stuff like that. There are protocols in place which could get the reserves mobilised but as you've (ever so cleverly!) pointed out, even the biggest granary on the face of the planet wouldn't support a whole continent for very long. However, they do exist and there are enough large supplies of food to be used as emergency domestic relief in a food crisis. I hope you feel incredibly silly for "calling bullshit" on the existence of such things!

Anyway, yes prices will rise and shortages will happen. Most of us have grown up through that - you've been brought up in a period of relative stability so you don't know how these fluctuations work or how people cope. In essence, and as mentioned above, you don't know what you're talking about.

I think you should concentrate on yourself rather than polluting /boo/. After all, there's an apocalypse to prepare for - either focus all your energy on survival, or dedicate yourself to spreading the word where it matters. This is not that place.

NATION IN SHOCK AS DAILY MAIL REPORTS NON-BULLSHIT STORY

>How did a building hardened against terrorist attack

Nah m8. It was hardened against small aircraft hitting it by accident and against bombs driven to it on the ground. Nobody thought that someone would hijack two jumbo jets and fly them into it.

>>1833

Wrong. Read the details on it. It was designed to take very large aircraft hitting it. You've just revealed yourself as an idiot as you're telling people what is and isn't without even fucking researching first. What a cunt you are.

>>1854

None of the buildings were designed to withstand a jumbo jet impact you useless muppet, stop reading those terrible websites.

>>1855
Not the charming fellow you're chatting to, but they were designed to be able to withstand a large aircraft hitting them, and they did so, very well in fact. They could have probably withstood a "jumbo" jet impact, which didn't happen - both of the aircraft involved were "mid-sized", weighing approximately 170 tonnes, as opposed to the well over 400 tonnes of a 747. Unfortunately the structures weren't designed to withstand prolonged temperatures of the magnitude caused by burning jet fuel, although it is doubtful whether designing a building structure which could is actually possible. People seem to forget that the towers didn't immediately collapse, one burned for an hour before starting to, and the other for over 100 minutes.

>>1859
No, that is wrong, the punchline should be:
Wie sieht er riechen? Schrecklich!

>>1815
you dream about fisting lloyd webber? jesus fuck you're one disturbed individual

>>1862

It's not unusual to dream about your work.

>>1866
It's not unusual to go out at any time.

>>1874
It's ot unusual, it happens every day.

>>1836
The Russians had a space station with a cannon on it for a while. And any treaty the Americans sign isn't worth the paper it's written on.

>>1836

Wow, someone said they wouldn't. That means they won't ever do it! They made murder illegal. That means there won't ever be any more murders! Come on lad, these things are only part of the open wrangling public spectacle. People aren't meant to do all manner of espionage, assasinations and dirty tricks but it goes on regardless.

They only really banned nuclear weapons going up there. Rods from God and the like are all possible to put up there without going nuclear and the Chinese have clearly been working on some calibration efforts for their own platforms and you can be certain that the US and other space and nuclear powers will have already got this worked out (as it was all possible decades ago under the American technological and expertise levels). So even if they stuck by agreements they can easily have all the tech in place.

If they do bend the rules (likely) or ignore them (hardly unheard of) then it can also additionally mean all manner of high tech and high payload horrors up there waiting for you.

>>1838

>as it was all possible decades ago under the American technological and expertise levels

So then why didn't it happen? The world today is far less likely to fall into global war as it was in the 1980s.

>>1192

You do realise that sky wog wordfilters to sky wog, right?

Because it does and it's a pretty commonly used word around these parts.

>>1856

>>1841

I'm familiar with everything from the Miley Cyrus backmasks to Preston Nichols' "The Music of Time" so please don't tell me I'm not allowed to make a judgment.

Oh god some eskimo conspiracy nut I know pasted this on facebook ages ago.

OH SHIT CHECKERED FLOORS! ITS THE ILLUMINATI! etc.

You'll change your mind when they sacrafice you to their dark gods.

Faith in the Emperor shall shield me from this filth.

>>1850 "THE EMPIRE NEVER ENDED" m8.

Black Iron Prison innit.