In cross-your-fingers good news, it looks like they've gotten offsite power to Unit 2 and have gotten a backup generator working to cool the spent fuel pools in units 5 and 6. I haven't seen anything recent on the status of the unit 4 pool.
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
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Well, that's excellent news.
The workshop I've been at since Monday finally, in the last two hours of the last day, got around to talking about the stuff I do. And they blasted through it so fast we didn't address anything in detail. I did learn a few things that I didn't know were going on, which just makes me resentful rather than enthusiastic.
... I have a bad attitude. Huh.
Possibly it's time for ice cream or something.
In bad news on the individual rather than the plural-of- apocalypse scale, I just hit a large wire that I have no idea how it got in my yard, and now my brand-new mower won't start.
Ugh, Ginger. I hope it will after a bit.
... I have a bad attitude. Huh.
One of us, one of us!
I'm assuming it's that I'm sick and a little bit hungover from last night.
I know my bad attitude grows exponentially as the amount of snot increases
Fricking BadAttitudeandSnotTardis
In cross-your-fingers good news, it looks like they've gotten offsite power to Unit 2 and have gotten a backup generator working to cool the spent fuel pools in units 5 and 6. I haven't seen anything recent on the status of the unit 4 pool.
Fuck yeah.
Mower-ma, Ginger.
I'm assuming it's that I'm sick and a little bit hungover from last night.
Yeah, either of those would contribute to crankiness, for sure. Along with things that are cranky-making!
Um, I've been commenting in my head all day, but maybe not actually on here?
False alarm, at least about the mower. I let it rest a while and it came back from the dead.
Has anyone else with a compost heap wondered if carrots are really food? They seem to have the half-life of a Twinkie.
The must feel all nice and at home in a compost pile.