need to find how to connect an air compreesor to 2 rubber tires spinning opposite each other?

it is for a home project similar to a tennis ball machine or a baseball pitching machine. I have the mechanics of what i am working with but have no idea what to look for to hook up an air compressor or motor to a pair of rubber tires that spin opposite each other

Writers block, please help? ?

Hey, Im writing a story and I am having writers block. This is what I have got so far..
. Blood cascaded down my motionless arms as I ran down the never ending corridor. I heard a sound, a sound that seemed like a…a… I lost my thoughts as my eyes were suddenly transfixed on the frosted window. In the dimmed light, I could just make out a solitary silhouetted figure hunched over and slowly moving in my direction. My heartbeat quickened as panic gripped me. In my head I was screaming but no sound emanated from my throat. I backed away; I just wanted this whole nightmare to end!
I could hear pounding footsteps, heavy breathing… the man, figure, whatever it was. It was getting closer! So I ran, what else was there to do? I felt a hand grasp my shoulder, and then darkness…
It all started seven months ago, Friday 9th January 2009 at that school, the school I never even wanted to go to. I will never forget the day my life transformed forever. I lost everything and no one can ever resurrect what’s gone for eternity. I had no choice but to move, not after what happened; not after that horrific night that still haunts my dreams to this day! I can’t go a single second without playing it over in my head, in such vivid details from the rain drops caressing the autumn leaves to the echoing screams. I can’t remember much. It’s just a blur clogging my memory and comes to life while I dream; Dad lost the argument and was taking me to Katie’s party. Then came the sharp bend and it was all confusing. I heard the screech of the tyres and a high pitched scream all at once but then…silence.
I woke up, confused. I looked around; the seat was covered in red. Was it juice, or perhaps blood? I looked to my right and saw a telephone pole and a broken car window. I didn’t understand but then I looked to my left and I saw it. That scarring image of death.
I tried to escape but the car, it was crushed. I could faintly hear sounds of sirens in the far distance. I whispered into his ear “Dad, dad… it’s going to be okay. I’m so sorry, this crash it’s my entire fault.”
The sirens got close but I never really heard them. Instead it felt like I was being dragged under the waves then sometimes I would reach the surface. I know it sounds cheesy but I saw a light. Everything went white and then I came round. I felt a shooting pain in my back. I wasn’t in my own clothes and needles were digging into the back of my hands. But if you thought that was bad enough, I could feel eyes just watching me, and then I heard a noise. Machines were beeping, people were mumbling. My dad, he was dead.
I cried in agony as the pain was too much to bear. As fragile as a leaf in a storm, I fearfully moved closer to my deceased father, recollecting my fond memories and the joyful times we shared. I reluctantly, yet increasingly became more aware that my father and these memories were the very last. Tears poured silently down my damp, cold face. I felt crushed, defeated, my father was my only light, but now, that light has been diminished, that light has faded away. That light has slithered down the drain, leaving me in complete and utter darkness! I was alone.
From that day on, I never have forgiven myself for what happened to my dad. I was fed up of getting blamed for the accident; even my friends were saying it was my fault. I tried everything; self harm, suicide, starving myself but nothing seemed to work. I just wanted to die. My mum thought it would be best if we moved away from Manchester and that’s what we did. 2 months after the crash, my mum and I moved to Birmingham.
I wanted nothing more than to have a fresh start but I guess that flew out of the window on my first day. The ten minute car journey seemed like an eternity in hell. We pulled up at Heartlands Academy, and I was a nervous wreck. I begged my mum not to go, but she said it would be better if I got out of the house, so I followed her instructions. My mother, seeing how terrified I was, whispered; “Goodbye Lindsay, You’ll do fine. Have a superb day and I’ll pick you up at four.” She was just trying to be encouraging but it really didn’t help. The moment I attempted to go through the large, squeaky wooden door, every student seemed to be evaluating me as the new girl. I was trembling in fear whilst my eyes were searching for some sort of place to hide, when I noticed the toilets; I charged through the door and was sick at once. I just couldn’t stop crying.
I felt a vibration rush up my leg and I instantly realized my phone was ringing. The screen was flashing; “Withheld.” I pressed accept; put the phone to my ear and the call, well it only consisted of a man breathing heavily and not a word was said. I slid my phone back down and buried my head into my school bag. I just wanted to go home.

I want to like mention she gets brave and goes to her next lesson where her phone keeps ringing with these calls and she is getting scared etc, but I dont know how to word it…

do you think noah lost his temper ?

Ever got tired of cleaning up all that poop ? I mean two of every kind of animal … that had to be a lot of poop. The poor guy mustve done nothing but run around and clean up animal feces. Do you think maybe there might not be some kinds of animals around anymore cause noah got tired of the hairy crap machines and tossed them over the side ? If this what really happened to the dinosaurs … I mean dinosaur poop would be no small task to clean up. Do ya think noah pitched them over the side to a watery death ?

I keep hearing noises that I know aren’t there?

For the past six months at least I’ve been having these strange but similar experiences concerning noises in my head. I’ve had tinnitus in my right ear since October 2008 (high pitched but relatively quiet ringing), however every now and then i get this weird sensation in my head where my hearing becomes muffled (like a cloud or a fog in my head, or like someone is holding their hands over my ears) and I hear this really high pitched, increasingly loud screech (different to the ringing) that lasts for about two minutes. Sometimes I feel really faint when it happens and sometimes there are other noises like machine noises or whatever that I know aren’t really there. I have trouble hearing or concentrating and it feels like I might pass out when it happens. Last night it happened for a lot longer than usual, and it prevented me from sleeping for half an hour. it usually happens between 2-3 times a day to once a week. I’ve noticed it becomes more frequent when stressed or tired. I haven’t gone to my GP about this as it doesn’t cause me any pain and I doubt he’d take it seriously. Does anyone have any idea what this might be?
I have suffered from severe depression, periods of mania and suicidal thoughts in the past… could this have anything to do with it? As in, do you think it could be a neurological issue?

I need to know if I’m in the right or wrong?

Okay, I think I’ve finally reached my breaking point. I get really mad at my spouse because often times he goes to bed 1:30-2 hours earlier than me every night. I’m left up to do the laundry, put the baby to bed, and get everything prepared/cleaned for the next day. I had griped about this SO MUCH that he actually has started helping me (a little) around the house. He will now do the dishes at least once a week and put his clothes in the washing maching instead of the living room floor. Still I’m left thinking, “Big whoop…”, you know? I griped so much about him going to bed earlier than everyone else that he will stay up, but then I become SO frustrated that he never actually moves from the couch I end up yelling at him to just go to bed since he is actually no help anyway.

I’m tired of griping and I know that I have reached my breaking point because I keep turning over and over the idea of leaving in my head because I am so unhappy with the way things have worked out. I know his reasoning behind going to bed earlier than me and the baby is because he has to drive about 30 minutes extra each day now to and from the babysitter’s since she lives past his work. I really don’t think that this is THAT much of a big deal, and (again) I’m like, “Big whoop!”. I even considered the fact that he does do somewhat manual labor whereas I work in an office. But we work the same amount of hours and it used to be the other way around (really!) and I never complained about how tired I was.

I recently told him (okay, several times) that I am unhappy and these are the things that I want to change. He pitches in a little now but I’m still pulling the entire financial load (it’s about 75%-25% me vs. him), doing the cooking, the cleaning, the baby, and NOW I’m really frustrated because he keeps getting these hairbrained financial ideas on how to make all this “big money” and they are STUPID and draining us even more. He bought a vending maching the other day! A vending machine that he paid $25 for and now he thinks he’s going to resell it for $100. No, it’s not going to happen! And it makes me even more mad that the ONE thing I did, the ONE thing I enjoy (playing guitar and singing) he doesn’t support me in at all. He expects me to support his internet ideas (that don’t work) or his real estate ideas (that NEVER happen) but if I play at an open mike night, he’s recording another girl singing and cheering for HER, while I’m on stage (granted he was loaded but I was LIVID).

He says I have changed, and for a while I actually believed him. But then the epiphany hit me last night as I’m the only one up, cleaning and now I have to sleep on the couch because he has “a sleeping disorder” that causes him to roll all over me at night and talk in his sleep that I’m not the one who has changed. It’s him. He used to never spit in the sink and now I have to beg him to at least wash it down the drain. He misses the toilet and leaves pee on the floor and if I tell him to clean it up, he doesn’t. He expects me to make dinner for him every night and will only make a move to do it if I REFUSE. He used to never come up with these ridiculous money schemes before but now they dominate his life. If he’s so unhappy with our financial situation and we are both working, why doesn’t he go out and get a second job as I have?

What happened to us? Why do I feel like he doesn’t care and when I talk to him about this, he only “tries” for a short time or “pretends” to stay up with me when he’s really just sitting on the couch watching Cops on TV? Why do I feel like I can’t gripe anymore and that it’s just doing me no good? Is it really that hard on someone to drive 30 extra minutes a day? Why am I so sad all the time and why can’t he see that he has changed dramatically as a person and to stop saying I have when not ONE thing is different about me. I feel like I’m just standing in the middle of a room screaming and no one turns to look.

What does it means to have tinnitus since… well, maybe since birth?

I’ve had constant tinnitus my whole life, since as long as I can remember. I remember being 5 and not being able to sleep because my tinnitus was loud enough to keep me up in my silent room. To this day I need a (fairly loud) noise machine to help me ignore it. It’s loud enough that it is audible over everyday noises, like my computer or refrigerator running, or soft music (which I can’t decipher if it’s quieter than my tinnitus). The tinnitus gets worse, of course, after loud noises, but also when I am very tired, have had alcohol, and always returns to baseline. Sometimes one of my ears will feel “deaf” or “full”, and/or have a loud, high-pitched ringing for 20-30 seconds. I’m not aware that I’ve ever had any hearing loss.

What is this??