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not sure where these fairies are flying but I will kick the yellow crumbles if these rocks don't start pouring
The most basic definition of chemical (useful) work is given by the first
law of thermodynamics:
delta H = Qabs - Wu /1/
where delta H is the enthalpy of a chemical reaction, Qabs is the heat
absorbed and Wu is the chemical work extracted from the reaction.
Let us consider the EXOTHERMIC reaction
A -> B /2/
If it is not coupled to another reaction, conversion of one mole A into B
would just release heat equal to -(delta H). However if /2/ is coupled to
another reaction, some of the energy released (-delta H) could be transfered
to the other chemical system in the form of Wu, and the rest would still be
dissipated as heat (Qabs, which is negative in this case). This is what /1/
says: the energy released by one mole of A is either entirely dissipated as
heat (delta H) or, if the reaction is coupled, some of it is transfered as
chemical work (Wu).
Please let me know if this balance sounds plausible. If yes, we would go
further to show that the other definition of chemical work:
-Wu = delta G = delta Go + RTln((B)/(A)) /3/
is incompatible with it. What I was not able to explain before is that
/3/ is in principle correct but it corresponds to a different PHYSICAL
course of the reaction - in the first case Wu comes from the
INTRAMOLECULAR energy of A, whereas /3/ corresponds to a special course
in which the intramolecular energy does not matter - heat is absorbed from
the environment and converted into Wu.
For the ATP system, /3/ remains a definition of potential useful work done
under reversible conditions, but only if this special course of the
reaction takes place. It never does. The implications are incredible.
Ha! Hot Beens!!
No, it does not outside. I can't believe I believe you believe I believe. Where does it go to go to come to become two tutus plus two too? You know you, you. Out there, over here, you run over here. Though, who thought who thought "hoo" though "tough" in a thought of a hoolahoop ho with The Who on Hee Haw any how? You, not you, you u knot you.
Unfortunately that is the plot. It has come from the depths of shadow muppets.
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Seems that i'm always, thinking of you.
^ Fail.
Can rocks really be poured into that tree? Pics or it didn't happen. The moon dripped it's rainbow stream of tears on her balls.
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Hello elephant tusk where is your mommy?
Down a well!
High Ho Bluebell away!
Silly integrals. There is no reason to urinate upon my furrowed sphincter.
There was once an apple like this upon a distant orange tree. I birthed it from the depths of chaos. Oh, the wonderful worlds I wove with mine mouth words. Then, like a mountain of rotting molehills, an unfortunate hurricane hit too close and forced implosion.
"We'll be back with a few words," they say. These are lies.
This thread has degenerated so much. This is what nonsense should look like:
You know what, Frederick? There’s one place I’d rather not sit right now? You know where that is? Huh? Deep space. It’s fucking cold there. I wish you didn’t make me sit in deep space. But you do, Sally. You do. I shouldn’t have beaten you with the tomato, because now you own my feng sway. Not feng shui. Sway. You know why? H is a dirty letter. It stands for happiness, and home, and house, and hands, and ham, and harness, and hippo, and help. And those are some very dirty things, Carla. I don’t want your dirty ham. You got my tomato, but I don’t want your dirty ham in return. Just give me your succulent dog. He is very well trained for a hippocampus. Isn’t that right, Melvin?
You shouldn’t mess with my Stallone. It’s not fair. I can’t even believe this. Why is it happening? The reindeer don’t belong in the closet. Get them out. GET THEM OUT! I don’t want your fucking reindeer anywhere near my fine octopus. You are a bag of shit. I hate your guts. I hate your mother. I hate your friend. I hate your salad. I hate YOU. You are an unbelievable pile of rocks. I don’t believe in your bacon-frying religion. Your salmon roe politics will not get me. You propagate Iranian jewel thief propaganda. I do not appreciate your generous donation to the Shit Fund. Take it back, you slime fish. You scuzz bear. Vixen whale.
Do you think it is nice to bang your churros together like me? I don’t, Odin. You think you’re slimy, smelly and stinky? I think you need to drop a cow. Ashgigs McFlesh gush oafish okapi urchins. Warn Fug that an anchor ark and aura have ova. Wear quill fish. Dash the gaining gown when Kina High lashed cod.
Yes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lord Bennington
You're a TRULY senseless thread..
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Senseless thread.
Don't touch the Lord, for he is not here when he is not here nor there. He makes too much sense in his senses, except in sentences one and two from his two cents and has since but not sense. To my tomato, Tommy and a to my toe. Sew. Today, I watched Today to dare you to say tomato which you did say, witch, not they, though Thee is not a higher tree as is a squirrel not even in the highest of thoughts you and Sheila should see the peas' pleas please jeez. Us. Not me, not not you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lord Bennington
I am so suing you for calumny.Quote:
Originally Posted by Licity
However, the
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buffet
It would seem as if typing in this thread is the most amusing thing the sun could ever do under the sky. I simply need to let my thoughts wander, and type whatever enters my mind along with the tree-horse. I've always found the dancing banana to be a major distraction when reading these threads, and wholeheartedly believe it should be made illegal, in a similar way to monkey trees.
Besides that, there's no way to tell. These rantings sound a bit like the music of k-os, although they lack music, and therefore sound nothing like it at all. We all want to say everything that pops into our minds, but can't because people wouldthinkrealize we're absolutely bonkers. So this string as an incredible relief. Simplement incroyable.
I'll be trying the speakers under the roof. No one knows what the results will be, except for the results themselves. Unless they do not know themselves very well. Which is likely the case, since they lack sentiency. It'd be hilarious if someone tried to write a reply to every point in every post of this thread. They'd have to quit their job. Or school. Or stop sleeping.
And with that, I depart. Wish me well in the wide world of the place they call "Earth." Just remember that Y is the letter with the long long tail.
:clap:Absolute whip ass gold. And you are only 16? Excellent stuff. Stuff excellent? 16 only are you and. Gold ass whip absolute. :clap:Quote:
Originally Posted by musicaljelly
It's a crying shame that i am not looking at the keyboard while typing this, because errors will number greatly while puncuation marks and capoitol letters will not be in great poppulation. i think i may just might perhaps in the future if my sister's brother's friend's cosuin's mistress' sexy sex husbands wifes daughters friend's boyfriend has a string desire to eat buttered toast while watching the lates episode of house.
I wrote something here once, but it fell into nothingness. I guess I can collect my thoughts before the fingers fly away, tapping incestuously across this plastic thing. It curves ever so slightly and rattles as i hit it. I should really fix that. No, that would make little sense.
The purpose is to have no point, so why did he ask for a point. I think that might have been very pointy.
I think I may have found the point. No, I am lost. There is no point, I think.
Circular logic is fun when it's not logical at all. So say we all.
Now I'm cheating. Thought control ends in coherency.
The end of coherency has ended my life
I am a Queen of YOU Stone Age.
They get smaller. . .