The smell of ozone like that from the pits of Baelzebub penetrates the
room...
painfully moves across the stone floor
a thin trickle of spittle from the corner of his mouth...
Kind of reminds me of the first time I got married. Gee, Dennis, thanks for
the memories!
Charlie - N5BLY
-----Original Message-----
From: tentec-bounces@contesting.com [mailto:tentec-bounces@contesting.com]
On Behalf Of Dennis OConnor
Sent: Sunday, November 26, 2006 10:56 AM
To: tentec@contesting.com
Subject: [TenTec] New Radio - Day Ten
Well, I'm still up after 60 hours with only 3 hours sleep during the day
Sunday... I getting too old for this stuff, jeez... Right now I don' t
care if I ever hear another static crash - but I'll probably put in a couple
hours this evening to close the contest out... Right now I have a personal
best in CQWW CW as SO SB LP 80, way beyond any score in past years... The
O2 is a huge part of that...
Anyway, the new radio was put through the paces in CQWW ... In spite of my
best efforts as a sleep deprived, thick fingered, staggering, glass eyed
zombie, I was not able to crash it - not even once...
"A multiplier Egor, I must have a multiplier!"
Igor hunched over, dragging his left leg, painfully moves across the stone
floor and sits down on the chair of horrror, the right hand trembles over
the chrome plated instrument of torture, a thin trickle of spittle from the
corner of his mouth... "Yes Master, I will find one."
His eyes roll back... He mashes the red knob on the end of the chromium bar
and crackling St. Elmos Fire billows between his fingers, rises up his arm,
jumps from his neck to the wires overhead, writhing and pulsing as it
spirals upwards and sqeezes out the tiny window at the top of the dark
chamber, ending with a blinding flash... The smell of ozone like that from
the pits of Baelzebub penetrates the room... The shout for another
multiplier shakes the very heavens and makes the aether recoil... Igor
leans forward, his twisted ear pressed to the horn of the coherer
Alas, only static rebounds from the speaker... No, wait! There, right
there... Is that one... Igor leans forward more.. A tiny sound, buried in
static, parts of it cut off and missing... It repeats... Igor's huge fingers
fumbles across the panel, pushes a button here, turns a knob there... The
sound fades away, almost gone, then after a short pause comes back again,
stronger this time, clearer this time... YES! It is another multiplier...
Igor triumphantly raises his huge arm overhead and with a convulsive descent
smashes away at the red knob, a crescendo of sound rises to the heavens,
blowing the static aside like a Peterbuilt plowing through a fog bank,
making the crystal globe of the very universe ring in time with the pulsing
blows from Igor's huge hand <actually someone elses hand, but that's another
story>
OK, long story short - This is one righteous radio...
denny / k8do
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