Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 08, 2024

i like that kinda physics – if it only works without stiffness and aches

The rest of the street is running away from this sight.

And people wonder why his wife, Wilma, sits in the kitchen drinking all day.

Combine that with a vibrating belt machine and he’ll be slim in no time.

Not.

I’ll tell you what’s burning….the neighbors eyeballs, that’s what.

As sweat evaporates from your skin it takes some heat away from your skin. Wind (moving air) can speed up the evaporation of the sweat from your skin as it moves the “sweaty air” away from your body – giving more “room” in the air for more sweat/moisture to evaporate into. That heat taken away may be measured in calories. While it’s not exactly friction, Walter is not totally wacko (because of this).

Printed this one many years and stuck it on my wall. One of my favorites.

As long as the towel stays in place…

Same logic as the motorized exerciser being touted on the B level cable channels.

If only……

Can’t say I’m a fan of this concept.

If only it worked that way!

Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!

Probably why he married Wilma Gale…

If the ladies walking back from church see Walter exposing himself like that.. Wilma’s gonna take a lot of friction at the next bridge club meeting.

I have a small illustration of a silhouette person in a hammock clipped from newspaper, captioned “Doing two things at once: resting and breathing.”

If only!!!

Heck, all dogs know that!

so… you mean… there’s nothing on under the towel?!?

In practice, wind on skin cools the skin, requiring the body to burn more calories to maintain an optimum temperature. Unfortunately, dietary “calories” are actually “kilocalories” (a thousand thermal calories). You’d have to sit in a force 6 gale for a couple of hours to get the necessary hypothermic condition to lose any weight. :)

Walter also works out by breaking wind whenever possible. Snuffy Carlson who lives down wind is much chagrined by this.

Sounds logical.

walter secretly dreams of moving from ballard st to the windy city…

Walter looks like he’s died. Someone turn the fan off before he stinketh.

Good night, Ballard Dears!