How do they make the smoke black or white?
They add "special chemicals" (I haven't found any mention of which ones, but in my car, coolant = white and oil = black) to the paper ballots when they burn them.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
How do they make the smoke black or white?
They add "special chemicals" (I haven't found any mention of which ones, but in my car, coolant = white and oil = black) to the paper ballots when they burn them.
Ouise, I'm sorry to hear about your sister. Any side effects have a *good* chance of only being short-term, and will subside once her body gets all the drug metabolized out and her body recovers from the sudden trauma.
Much ~ma to Ouise.
The puppy is cute!
Cindy needs to write me a note so I can ditch work.
I just said, "Oh, I'm an evil bastard," as I sent an e-mail in which I attempted to pass off a problem child to someone else. But upon reflection, what she wants is not my job, and I sent her to the person whose job it is, therefore I should not consider myself an evil bastard.
Except I am an evil bastard, because wow, I don't wish that person on my worst enemy.
Does anyone have a worst enemy these days? I have a bane of my existence, but enemy, not so much.
Tom DeLay is my worst enemy.
Enemies take energy. My dislikes are generally petty.
Except, possibly, for Tom DeLay.
It's between Cheney and, well, me. (I'm negative but truthful, huh?)
Ah, chemicals! I thought maybe they were burning different things.
Jesse, they don't have to do anything to make it black; that's its default. To make it white, they add extra holiness.
Yeah, of course my coworker smart-ass-ed-ly pointed out that all the Cardinals are burning is the paper. It's God who changes the color of the smoke!
I thought maybe they were burning different things.
Back in the day they added wet straw to make it burn white. Now we have technology for whiter! brighter! smoke.
Oz is a cutie-patootie.
It must be time for all people to pick-up their baby dachshunds . . . one of my former co-workers just sent me a picture of her mother's new adorable long-haired dachsie pup.
It must be time for all people to pick-up their baby dachshunds
Or else it's all part of some sinister alien plot to take over the world.