Dagobah
Back when I lived in Phoenix, AZ, my friend Melissa ordered me some truffles from Dan’s Chocolates for my birthday. Because of my location (desert) and the time of year (nigh on summer), it arrived in a thick styrofoam box with a block of dry ice at the bottom to keep the chocolates from melting.
While I loved the chocolates (a pound of them), I found much amusement in the dry ice as well. I lived in an apartment with no air conditioning, only a store-bought swamp cooler to keep me cool. It was about 120 degrees F during the day at the time, and even the swamp cooler couldn’t get the apartment much below 90 even in the dark of night.
I put the dry ice into the swamp cooler reservoir to see what would happen.
Pretty soon the fog began to waft from the fan. Not like a special effects smoke machine, but a vague mist, drifting through the living room and towards me as I sat at the computer. After a time, I looked around to find a thin layer of fog all over the room at floor level, rising about a foot above.
I made several net friends laugh as I described turning my apartment into a ghetto version of Dagobah.
The fog lasted for a week, until the last of this huge chunk of ice finally succumbed.
