i witnessed a murder
This feels very, Dantes Inferno?
"Dante et Virgil," William-Adolphe Bouguereau
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dante_and_Virgil
captivated yet its face evades me
love wins moodboard
happy pride
can’t believe you guys left out the entire stacy’s dad amv
current mood: vicious reading: nothing listening to: nothing watching: nothing eating: meatball sub drinking: nothing
This is what you get without an HOA.
We have one place in our neighborhood that isn’t governed by the HOA and this is what we get as a neighbor.
great news we may all soon never to hear about ted fucking lasso again
we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
I reblogged this like 9 times kinda jokingly, but software should be able to run on older and less powerful hardware, and consume less power on newer hardware. Like, this is a real problem imo
It’s been long enough since I worked at the hideously mismanaged nanotech startup that I’ve started romanticizing it. Like, yes the hydrogen explosion was scary and I’m entirely too familiar with the odor of decaborane, and yes the CEO and CTO got in a fistfight in the conference room, but nothing makes you feel alive like turning chunks of graphite on an ancient manual lathe with inadequate respiratory PPE.
Asbestosis-like lung damage via inhalation of loose airborn boron nitride nanotubes, nitrate-induced chronic migraines, and a crippling caffeine addiction build character.
Fondly remembering the day where we decided to try a nickel organometallic catalyst instead of our usual iron. The difference being that while nickel should be a better catalyst, if you get an iron carbonyl leak the room smells bad for a bit, whereas if you get a nickel carbonyl leak you’re dead before you hit the floor.
So much adrenaline! We went home wired and giddy, full to the brim with nightmares and scientific euphoria. Every day I dreaded waking up, and every day I held the raw stuff of miracles in my hands. Good times.
god lived in this box, I’m pretty sure
No. Even with such egregious safety shortcuts, they barely even scratched the surface of what was possible. Sure, they had drive and vision, but never enough for my taste. They weren’t mad. They were barely even eccentric.
And I was no mere hench! I know the process. Every single object you see in these pictures was designed and assembled by me, with my own mind and hands. And moreover, I know all the radical experiments that they were too timid to attempt. All I need is some space, a bit of cash, and a used furnace or two, and I will spin up an operation to put my erstwhile peers to shame.
For as much as they were willing to risk with our health, they were unwilling to risk the money. Honestly, I get it. People do stupid things when funding is on the line. Happens all the time. I can’t even be angry. I’m really not.
No, I’m not mad, I’m just… frustrated.
OP how does it feel to be a real life mad scientist
Ok so if you haven’t already heard of it, there’s an excellent podcast on engineering disasters (and sometimes engineering disgraces) called Well There’s Your Problem, and they have a segment at the end of every episode called Safety Third, which is listeners writing in about egregiously unsafe experiences they have had especially at their workplaces.
OP, I am BEGGING you to write in with this because I want so badly to hear their voices read your email with mounting horror as they get to the pictures of the box god probably lived in.
(Also if this is the first you’re hearing of the podcast, last week’s episode had the wonderful Maia Arson Crimew @nyancrimew to talk about cybersecurity among other things, which was excellent. On the whole, great podcast, would recommend.)
124 episodes of workplace drama?????? Holy crap, this’ll keep me occupied for a few weeks, thank you!
I am enjoying the fuck out of the notes here, most of which are variations on “I thought this was a bit and then OH MY GOD THERE WAS A PICTURE.” and look I’ve mostly worked in the corners of science that are founded in naturalistic variation with very little room for hubris and I still believed every word from OP there. I’ve seen with my own eyes a video of the time my friend genetically engineered a hamster for maximum rage, okay? I’ve seen the consequences of the horrors and the thwarted sulking of those whose hands have been slapped by IRBs or Environmental Health and Safety or IT. I have two different friends on IRBs and one of these days I’m gonna make friends with someone at EHS purely for the cocktail party stories. And that is in the relatively tame field of behavioral research, okay, I’m not fucking with the stuff of material reality here.
Also I’ve read the inimitable Derek Lowe’s Things I Won’t Work With and I have a healthy fear of applied chemists.
- Igntion! is fantastic. Every time I read it I skip to the chapter on exotic rocket fuels and laugh at the boron chemists.
- I read Hench cover-to-cover in a single night last year, and now it’s lodged permanently in my brain next to the Genius: The Transgression rules doc and a web serial called Fine Structure that I read in 2009.
sometimes i can’t believe i have a well adjusted dog. a year ago i had bruises on my arms from alma jumping on me whenever we crossed the street and almost had some asshole call the cops on me because of her leash reactivity, now i can sit with her at a cafe and she just chills and takes pets from total strangers who tell me they want to adopt a greyhound because of how sweet and calm she is
been going insane over Bruce in his eating dome for 24 hrs now
There is so much story telling here. A person got this pacific parrotlet named it Bruce which in and of itself is amazing but then this person went here my little bird friend a raspbebe for you to enjoy and Bruce said hell yeah and went cataclysmicly and irreversible ape shit ham on that berry. And that probably happened more than once. So instead of never again allowing this little dinosaur the joy of the succulent flesh of the delectable raspberry they went what can we do for our little baby boy. and then boom they got some kind of cake cover type deal and cut a door into it so that Bruce would Not Be Trapped in a fruit prison (altho truely it is the berries who are trapped in there with Bruce but none the less) and so he may go to his pent house and freak it as crazily as his little bird heart desires.
Anyway i love pets they are each distinct little guys who are carred for by the funniest ape to ever exist bc we love animal so much
the real key to looking 18 at way older than that is to keep posting amogus and laughing at cum jokes. also its not as cool as it sounds i just get hit on by teenagers+creepy men and probably passed by people closer to my age and maturity level
bilionaires are so cool. this guy founded venmo by the way
the so-called blood boy stigma
are people already rewriting the megapope shit into ‘he got doxxed off this site for innocently pointing out that that someone posted furry porn :(’????????????? he was an insufferable prick who would regularly post the worst takes imaginable like saying all teenagers who identified as asexual were confused and that they would regret it later and defending some asshole avant garde chef who knowingly served someone food that he was allergic to. he would fucking chide people for wearing sweatpants. the mousegirl thing was just the straw that broke the horny camel with a throbbing boner’s back
also like... if he actually did get doxxed please let me know because that’s inexcusable, but considering there were people taking his side when this happened, i would have expected to at least hear it mentioned back then and not a year later. i never saw any evidence of anything happening other than people pointing out that he was a fucking asshole
are people already rewriting the megapope shit into ‘he got doxxed off this site for innocently pointing out that that someone posted furry porn :(’????????????? he was an insufferable prick who would regularly post the worst takes imaginable like saying all teenagers who identified as asexual were confused and that they would regret it later and defending some asshole avant garde chef who knowingly served someone food that he was allergic to. he would fucking chide people for wearing sweatpants. the mousegirl thing was just the straw that broke the horny camel with a throbbing boner’s back