Fly, Robin, Fly

Crack. Whoooooooooooooossshhh. Fizzle.

G'day.

That was the sound of one of the more foolish decisions I made this week. That also being the sound of yours truly deciding it wouldn't hurt to open a semi-frozen can of fresh up whilst driving down the road. Logic being, it wasn't fizzy so it shouldn't be a problem. Of course, I hadn't accounted for the fact that ice takes up physically more space than the equivalent liquid. Thus, the internal pressure of a frozen can is somewhat more than the external atmospheric pressure.

Of course, if the can had entirely been ice, I wouldn't have even been able to open it. And hypothetically, even if I had, it wouldn't have exploded because it would be a solid ice block. But, as usual, my luck dictated that this would only be partially frozen. The perfect scientific trap, if you will. The fact it was semi frozen also compounded the "spray nozzle" effect, as the can opening only opened a minute amount before contacting the solid ice core, thus allowing the internal pressure to escape through the hairline fissure, spraying freshup all over my seat, the steering wheel, the roof, and of course me.

Once this had taken place, and I had sufficiently determined why this phenomenon had indeed occurred, I then had to resolve the issue of the increasingly sticky state of the steering wheel. Luckily I had some Armorall nearby, and I ended up giving the whole dash a polish up while I was at it.

At this point, I had to then find out what caused the can to be partially frozen in the first place. I had to determine if this was some kind of cruel prank, cunningly thought out by some evil mastermind, or an innocent chain of events leading to total disaster. Beginning to feel like Sherlock Holmes, I donned my deerstalker and lit my pipe. I began by investigating the temperature setting of my fridge. Sure enough, it was set below the optimum "chilling" setting, and was nearer the more fatal "freeze" setting.
There were three options which immediately sprung to mind. The first, one of my colleagues had decided to play a prank. (Which would not be the first time I might add). Secondly, I may have bumped the setting inadvertently whilst reaching over top the fridge to obtain access to my laptop, thus eventually setting off the chain reaction. Unlikely, but possible. Thirdly, finally, and I believe most likely; a couple of emus may have been passing by and had the following conversation.


"Hey. Dude. You see that?"
"See what, man?"
"That Nixon cruiser. See it?"
"Yea, I see it, man."
*Sniggers* "Wouldn't it be funny if he had a fridge in there, and we set it to freeze?"
"Yea man, that would be really funny. Funny as man."
"$50 says you wouldn't have the guts to do it."
"Do what man?"
"Set his fridge on freeze."
"$50! You're on, man."
"OK, you jump in the back and I'll keep lookout!"
"This is going to be so intense, man!"


Now, the reason I believe this to be most likely is the following photograph, which I managed to retrieve from one of the CCTV systems.



In my mind, there is no doubt.

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Aside from that, a fairly busy couple of weeks really. I've been out at the mine, reprogramming radios. And after that, reprogramming some more radios. And once I had finished that, there were yet more radios to program. I think we are up to around 800 now and still going. I am heading back out there next week too. You guessed it, to program yet more radios. Hopefully this time I might be back half way through the week and it won't take too long to see some light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully, it won't just be the headlight of an oncoming train this time.

Right, on that note, I shall bid you adieu.

TTFN.