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the hot sauce community is so fucking funny all the five star reviews of the extract that clocks in at like 2 million scoville units are like “i shat myself and i was crying for 8 hours straight 5/5 would do again”

telegraph.co.uk
Hottest chilli pepper in the world accidentally created by Welsh farmer
A Welsh fruit grower trying to come up with a novel entry for next week’s Chelsea Flower Show has accidentally created the hottest chilli ever recorded.

A Welsh fruit grower trying to come up with a novel entry for next week’s Chelsea Flower Show has accidentally created the hottest chilli ever recorded.

Mike Smith, from Denbighshire, declared himself “chuffed” if a little “surprised” after scientists indicated that his Devil’s Breath chilli had eclipsed the existing American record holder by a clear margin.

Originally intended to be a thing of beauty rather than a sensory beast, the peppers measure a formidable 2.48 million on the Scoville heat scale, ahead of the 2.2 million achieved by the Carolina Reaper.

seileromon  asked:

I love jalapeños! One time I couldn't find them at the grocery (they move stuff around frequently), but a clerk told me that the Anaheim pepper/New Mexico chile is "basically the same, but bigger". That was second-hand information, presumably from another clerk. What can you tell me about peppers? :)

ok so this is a little on the extreme side of the pepper botany genre but dude last year this pepper breeder in the UK accidentally bred the hottest pepper known to man (x)

okay so like this is the deal with this pepper. this is called “dragon’s breath” and was developed as part of a completely unrelated food testing trial between local breeder Mike Smith and Nottingham Trent University and like. this pepper is hot. like it hasn’t been confirmed for the world’s hottest yet (the Guinness book of world records is working on it) but like. it registers at 2.48m on the Scoville scale. for scale the US military uses pepper spray thats 2m. 

this pepper is so hot that if you ate it it could literally kill you by forcing your body into shock.

this pepper is also so hot that it numbs your skin, so scientists have identified it as a possible local anesthetic

mike tried it when it first came up and he bit a little bit of it and even though he immediately spat it out because of the pain it burned his mouth for two days. apparently it gets hotter over time. 

so there u go. idk if that was the information you were expecting from me on this topic but thats the pepper so hot u could literally die 

Another humans are weird

But imagine. Aliens watching humans eating super spicy and hot food for the first time. The humans are obviously in pain, but they. Keep. Eating.

Whenever humans come across a new hot alien food with a Scoville so high no sane being should ever eat it, the human just HAS to try it. Aliens watch in horror as the human sticks the spicy food in the mouth. Tears fill their eyes, they can’t sit still, and even though they are in so much pain the human can’t stop smiling.

Once again the aliens realize that humans should not be challenged.

The Doomsday Clock is a tradition upheld by an obscure science magazine called the Bulletin Of The Atomic Scientists (a name perfectly suited to its founding in 1945). The placement of its hands is decided by a bunch of scientists and climate researchers, who periodically get together to talk about how worried they are about things in general. So that’s the first misconception about the Clock: the only thing it actually measures is the worry of a few people.

In all fairness, said people are esteemed scientists. However, scientists often don’t know shit outside their own, narrow fields of expertise, so making a bunch of them from different fields discuss wide-spanning global issues probably isn’t all that far from you and your coworkers shooting shit at the water cooler. 

Anyway, the consensus from these meetings is published in the Bulletin, complete with the updating of a symbolic logo they call the Doomsday Clock. That’s it. That’s the whole thing. What does it mean to be five minutes to midnight instead of six, or ten, or forty? Nothing. And now you know why the Doomsday Clock folks once randomly counted the Fukushima nuclear disaster right up there with Cold War nuclear proliferation, completely ignoring the fact that Fukushima happened because of an earthquake and tsunami while the latter’s cause was massively powerful countries locked in a deliberate arms race of mutually assured destruction.

Hell, even the very “minutes to midnight” concept of the Doomsday Clock is not just flawed, but actually the exact opposite of a scientific process. The clock was originally set at seven minutes to midnight … for no good reason at all. Martyl Langsdorf, the artist who designed it, chose that reading for this heavily revered symbol on the basis of “it looked good to my eye.”

5 Official-Sounding Measurements That Are Complete BS

anonymous asked:

"you’re all mine."

hey so how about some characters I haven’t written before! That’s always fun!

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Barry stepped into the galley, ducking his head under a low hanging light fixture, pulling on his red IPRE jacket. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, words muffled around the pen he clutched in his mouth, “I just, I had a late night and–”

When he looked up, he didn’t find what he expected. Normally, the galley in the morning was crowded with the seven of them; Taako and Lup would be at the stove or the sink or the counters, whipping up breakfast with whatever food they had available. (Sometimes Lucretia would offer to help, and they’d let her. Sometimes Magnus would offer to help, and Taako would threaten him with serious bodily harm.) Davenport would be the most put-together, the only real morning person in the crew, sitting straight-backed and solid while he reviewed any data they’d collected recently. Merle would be brewing tea and coffee, the only two things in the kitchen he was allowed to touch, but with good reason. Magnus would often be half-asleep, yawning and stretching like a big, burly cat, or a bear just out of hibernation. It wouldn’t be loud, really, but it would be a commotion. The hustle and bustle of life that had become so comfortable, so meaningful over the last fifty-some years.

But instead of all that, there was only one person. Though, if Barry had to pick one, it would always be her.

“Hey there, Care Bear,” Lup said coquettishly, one long leg crossed over the other as she sat on the dining table.

“Hey,” he echoed, smiling reflexively. He glanced around the clean, quiet galley. “What’s, uh. What’s goin’ on?”

“Iunno,” she replied with a playful smirk and a shrug. “What’s it look like, smart guy?”

Barry took a harder look at her, and found nothing out of the ordinary (beyond everything that was extraordinary about her, of course). He glanced behind him, half-expecting to find the rest of them waiting to pounce on him for some kind of practical joke. Was it his birthday? He didn’t think it was. But he’d kind of lost track of that a while back.

Still, Barry was a scientist. He was nothing if not literal-minded.

“We’re alone?”

Lup smirked wider, baring white teeth. “God, you’re brilliant,” she said, dry and affectionate. “And so observant, too.”

“I’ve always thought so,” Barry said, feigning confidence in his stride as he approached her, tucking his pen into his shirt pocket. Lup laughed, short and musical, and his heart fluttered. “So,” he continued, “why are we alone?”

Lup leaned forward him, eyes half-lidded, her gaze not leaving his. “Well, gee, stud,” she said quietly, “why do you think?”

Barry’s eyebrows rose, and he almost laughed. “Really?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

Lup stuck out one long leg and hooked her heel around the back of Barry’s thigh, urging him closer. He did so, a bit cautiously.

“You’ve been runnin’ yourself ragged, babe,” she said, somewhat serious. “And don’t try to deny it.”

He didn’t. “I was just–”

“You’ve been in that lab almost two solid weeks. Last time I saw you outside of it was the crew meeting.”

He sighed, rested a hand on her knee as her foot stroked the back of his leg. “I felt like I was close to something. A way to reliably track the Light. I wanted to – to maintain momentum. Inertia. Y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.” She cocked her head in his direction. “And you know that’s not how brains work.”

“It’s how mine works.” He glanced away. “Sometimes.”

Lup tutted and shook her head. “No, sorry, babe. But don’t worry, yours truly has taken it upon herself to solve this problem. See, Magnus is out on recon with Taako. Davenport is schmoozing with the local leadership. Merle is collecting plant samples, and Lucretia is helping catalog them. They’ll be gone… all… day.”

She punctuated each word with a stroke of her foot against his leg. Barry stepped forward and laid his hands on her waist, bare at the midriff.

“All day, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do you know we won’t be, uh. Interrupted?”

“I’ve taken certain precautions,” Lup said cryptically.

“Precautions?”

She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, babe. Do you trust me or don’t you?”

He made a show of thinking about it. She punched him in the shoulder.

“You know,” he said, “a day off does some pretty good.”

Lup laughed again, and there was a little bit of an edge to it, raw and unfettered and real. That half-surprised, half-crazed laugh of someone who can’t believe how lucky they are. Barry knew the feeling well.

She lifted her hand from the table and gently tipped his chin with her knuckle.

“You’re all mine, Bluejeans,” she murmured.

He smiled and whispered, “Yes I am.”

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“Wasn’t it right here?”

Taako looked up from his bag, where he’d been admiring the haul of important supplies that absolutely were not just fancy scarves and boots that he’d picked up in town. “What?”

“The ship.” Magnus glanced around the clearing, barren but for a few boulders atop a grassy mesa that was typical of this plane’s geography. “Wasn’t it parked right here?”

“Well, clearly not, dullard,” Taako retorted, “or it’d be here.”

Magnus pouted and crossed his arms. “I coulda sworn–”

“Sworn, schmorn,” Taako said, waving dismissively as he shouldered his bag again and turned on his heel. “You musta gotten turned around. Let’s backtrack and–”

“Wait. Look.”

Taako turned back and found Magnus pointing skyward. He looked up.

The unmistakeable silvery shape of the Starblaster sat between two heavy white clouds about ten thousand feet in the air.

Taako stared at it. “Huh.”

Magnus frowned, concerned. “Why would they take off? Who was even on board? I thought it was just Barry and–”

He stopped short. Taako’s eyes narrowed, still staring at the ship.

“Welp,” Magnus said helplessly, clapping his hands together. “Guess we’re camping out tonight. I’ll go get some firewood.”

As Magnus wandered away to cut some saplings, Taako’s gaze remained fixed on the ship.

“No warning, huh, Lulu? Not even a ‘heads-up’?” he grumbled, before finally turning away. “Think someone’s next meal is gonna have a few million extra scovilles in it.”

Rate the Batfam: Tolerance to Spicy Food

Damian: 12/10. Damian is the most tolerant - he can eat practically any spicy food without even breaking a sweat. He grew up sucking on ghost peppers for the heck of it. Capsaicin runs in his blood.

Bruce: 10/10. Bruce is only a little bit below Damian - he acquired his taste not through birth but through training and sheer willpower after Talia spiked his food with mutant habanero peppers that made feel as though the very sweat from his pores was on fire. He vowed to never relive the experience, and worked to build up a tolerance to every common and uncommon spice on the Scoville scale.

Jason: 9/10. Jason used to avoid spicy food like the plague - the Latinx immigrant mothers who lived on his side of town would ladle hot sauce on his tongue if they ever heard him curse. After his return, he found his tolerance for spicy food had increased exponentially and he frequently demonstrates his newfound abilities by tormenting his less tolerant peers. Tim and Roy now refuse to taste anything they didn’t carefully watch Jason prepare.

Cass: ?/10. No one knows Cass’s level of tolerance. If she found anything too spicy, she never let any figure out.

Dick: 5/10. Dick has minimal tolerance for spicy food, but enjoys it immensely and earns points for his masochism. He can frequently be found pouring himself another bowl of Jason’s Extra Hot Nine Alarm Chili, red in the face and drenched in sweat, demanding to know “why people do this to themselves” as he takes another bite.

Stephanie: 1.5/10. Steph can eat jalapeños. She holds this over Tim at every given opportunity.

Tim: 0/10 (if not negative). Tim has literally no tolerance for spicy food. None. If food has anything remotely spicy in it, he immediately turns fire engine red - and too much black pepper is often enough to make him sweat. He carries a packet of powdered milk with him at all times. That said, he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and if presented with a meal with an unexpected kick, he will clean the whole plate out of sheer spite, crying as he does so.

Alfred: Unknown. Does Alfred even eat spicy food? Does Alfred even eat??? Questions we may never have answers to.

Episode 16: Samuel L. Heisenberg w/ George Chen
Jacob Rubin, Jesse McGrath & Will Scovill
Episode 16: Samuel L. Heisenberg w/ George Chen

Episode 16: Samuel L. Heisenberg w/ George Chen

This week George Chen joins Jacob, Jesse and Will to gab about S05E11 “Confessions.” We also learn that Jacob and Jesse have never heard of Soul Asylum, Will didn’t know that Robin and Alan Thicke were related, there are some amazing things at the Breaking Bad online store and oh yeah, WE’RE RECORDING A LIVE SHOW ON 9/29 AND YOU’RE ALL INVITED!!!

New images from NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope are helping researchers view in unprecedented detail the spiral arms and dust clouds of a nearby galaxy, which are the birth sites of massive and luminous stars.

The Whirlpool galaxy, M51, has been one of the most photogenic galaxies in amateur and professional astronomy. Easily photographed and viewed by smaller telescopes, this celestial beauty is studied extensively in a range of wavelengths by large ground- and space-based observatories. This Hubble composite image shows visible starlight as well as light from the emission of glowing hydrogen, which is associated with the most luminous young stars in the spiral arms.

M51, also known as NGC 5194, is having a close encounter with a nearby companion galaxy, NGC 5195, just off the upper edge of this image. The companion’s gravitational pull is triggering star formation in the main galaxy, as seen in brilliant detail by numerous, luminous clusters of young and energetic stars. The bright clusters are highlighted in red by their associated emission from glowing hydrogen gas.

This Wide Field Planetary Camera 2 image enables a research group, led by Nick Scoville (Caltech), to clearly define the structure of both the cold dust clouds and the hot hydrogen and link individual clusters to their parent dust clouds. Team members include M. Polletta (U. Geneva); S. Ewald and S. Stolovy (Caltech); R. Thompson and M. Rieke (U. of Arizona).

Intricate structure is also seen for the first time in the dust clouds. Along the spiral arms, dust “spurs” are seen branching out almost perpendicular to the main spiral arms. The regularity and large number of these features suggests to astronomers that previous models of “two-arm” spiral galaxies may need to be revisited. The new images also reveal a dust disk in the nucleus, which may provide fuel for a nuclear black hole.

The team is also studying this galaxy at near-infrared wavelengths with the NICMOS instrument onboard Hubble. At these wavelengths, the dusty clouds are more transparent and the true distribution of stars is more easily seen. In addition, regions of star formation that are obscured in the optical images are newly revealed in the near-infrared images.

This image was composed by the Hubble Heritage Team from Hubble archival data of M51 and is superimposed onto ground-based data taken by Travis Rector (NOAO) at the 0.9-meter telescope at the National Science Foundation’s Kitt Peak National Observatory (NOAO/AURA) in Tucson, AZ.

Object Names: The Whirlpool Galaxy, M51

Image Type: Astronomical

Image Credit: NASA and The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

Acknowledgment: N. Scoville (Caltech) and T. Rector (NOAO)

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