Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Whose that girl?
She was never let in that city in Colorado but she saved a couple of coconuts over the years. She is the subject of one of the greatest debates in TV history.
The lesson two weeks ago was about Matthew 7 - if your son asks for bread, do you give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.
Some translations mention egg and scorpion. Ow!
Last week I had a chance to put that lesson into practice. That message was timely, indeed. No scorpions, snakes or stones were exchanged.
Gird your loins and light your lamps and be like servants who await their master’s return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks...
I asked Lem a couple of times to put my blog on the blog list, I got dissed (despite the fact I posted his blog immediately on my blog roll). So I am sure as hell not on any favorite lists over there. It makes me sad because I have always liked Lem (and I still do)--but that is the way it is. Apparently my blog is too insulting to some others who need not be named.
Well I think Lem wants to keep the peace with the evil ones. So he will not put you up there which is wrong Evi. I don't know why my blog is there because it is private but what the fuck do I know.
I do think that most people do not comment unless it is a big free for all with Merde throwing where everyone is duking it out.
It is also the summer and people have other things to do on summer weekend. I am stuck in the store so I have the time to comment. Other people might be out having fun.
Unless the shit is flying with Merde then the numbers will be down. You have to put up controversial themes to get controversy and hits. Chichie and Chip Ahoy are doing yeoman work but the rest of them are not holding up their end as far as I can see.
There needs to be a lot more posts that are just links to news stories.
And have they even mentioned A-Rod over there? Jesus, everyone's got 15 opinions about that shit. And of course almost everyone hates the Yankees, so that's bonus material.
But yeah--pretty much no one is showing up other than the people you mentioned.
I asked Lem a couple of times to put my blog on the blog list...
I don't ask to be put on anyone's blog list and I never ask anyone to be friends on facebook. That way, if I am on your blog list or friend list on facebook, I know you wanted me there. I'm funny that way. But, you have over a million hits on your blog, and I'm flirting with 3K.
My afternoon resembled a Thomas Hart Benton painting - I was hurrying to mow the lawn before a thunderstorm hit.
Okay, it wasn't exactly Bentonesque, as I was piloting a John Deere, and the light was not exactly like one might find in a mid-western regionalist painting, but for a moment there I was living the dream. Grass clippings piled up in heaps, storm clouds towering up in the sky, darkness creeping across the landscape as the storm approached, then rain coming in sideways with lightning and thunder.
b) You think people gawking at your blog equals 1. Friendship. 2. Happiness. 3. Influence. See "d" below.
c) You're in a generalized (or maybe specific) pissing contest with other bloggers.
d) You're a moralist or patriot who wants to improve the public for their own good or the good of the nation. God bless you for that.
e) You may not be selling anything specific, such as crappy furniture, to pick an example from the storied past, but you want all that traffic, so your Amazon portal might make you minimum wage for the time spent blogging.
f) You have a verbal abuse fetish, because your father repeatedly reduced you to tears with cruel rhetoric lessons when you were 12, and you love to see others suffer syllogistically.
g) A step beyond the above, you are totally insane. This is perhaps the best way to get numbers, which, of course, may supply its own reasons.
* * * * * * *
For my part, I'm trying to write odd blog posts about topics that interest me for the sake of my brain. It's gotten so badly addled from short, zappity-bump internet content all these years, that trying to write even a modest high school essay is an intellectual task for me equal to being the author of another War and Peace.
Nicholas Carr, author of The Shallows, wrote the damn book to try to get his brain back after a decade of internet surfing had reduced it to something slightly less capable than an iPhone 4.
Not having the time or ability yet to write a book, I'm taking baby steps, so far producing a few, medium-length posts about historical, literary, and other topics that have little built-in controversy. I plan to continue, as I'm old and don't want to die with my brain given artificial Alzheimer's by all these years on the internet. The real thing may play catch-up soon enough, but at least I want to be able to tell the difference if and when the time comes.
I appreciate feedback and comments, but they have less meaning to me than they might so someone described by the above list.
BTW, Althouse herself owned a couple of years ago that she. like Nicholas Carr, had lost the ability to read actual books. Unlike Carr, she seemed not distressed by it in the slightest. Her internet-destroyed brain may go a long way to explain her recent intellectual and moral difficulties in the course of what might be called the Great Althousian Meltdown, or perhaps just Meltdown I, as it is likely not to be the last.
For my part, I'm trying to write odd blog posts about topics that interest me for the sake of my brain. It's gotten so badly addled from short, zappity-bump internet content all these years, that trying to write even a modest high school essay is an intellectual task for me equal to being the author of another War and Peace.
You are to music what I am to chemistry when it comes to blogging. We're both professionally trained, but the audience is hardly willing to bear anything but small doses. That's why writing serial blog posts on the same or related topics is worthwhile, or at least I've found that to be the case. I've done several of these, actually. They sum to something larger. Troop does the same thing too I've noticed.
Well, that's just it, Chickelit. You do a really good job with chemistry, but it's true, you have to break up more complex things into digestible bits.
I just did a post on the old Spectator of 1711-12, which was really very much a blog-like periodical of the day. Chip S. in fact asked about letters to the editor, obviously to be like comments. I'm going to reply directly, but, the reality was that letters to the editor were common and often used as fillers or point-makers at the end of a piece.
So, The Spectator was a proto-blog, and one of the things that made it even more blog-like was just what you say: Splitting hard or complex topics into shorter, easy-to-digest pieces. Addison, for example, did a weekly Saturday series on Milton and "Paradise Lost" that is still one of the best things ever written about both the poet and his most famous poem. But instead of the short book it really was, it was nicely spread out in easily-digestible chunks.
But that is hard to do, and something to work on if you want to communicate at all in this medium, or, frankly, even if you wanted to get through to people back in 1711.
As far as blogging post topics, I only does what interests me. Sometimes I am lazy and basically repost something somone else did (linking to them) to gin up some blog traffic to them and just make the point I agree.
As you can guess the Rule 5 posts generate a lot of traffic...for ever. People never grow tired of Diane Lane.
And then there are posts I spend some time on. But it is all an amusement.
Troop, I saw Lisa's chandelier problem on fb. I started to suggest that she send you in with every customer, explaining the problem, and introducing you as the chandelier monitor. Decided not, since real customers look at that. Those sort of things are annoying and I don't think there's a solution.
Last week, someone left a dirty adult diaper in the foyer outside the bathrooms. Shit fell out of it onto the floor. Of course, we just hit lunch rush. I was the cook that day and couldn't leave the kitchen to attend to it, so my supervisor had to clean it up.
People are filthy and stupid and you just can't fix that.
There was a woman who came in the store today that caused a similar problem. She is not in our size range but she has brought her sister and a couple of friends and is a friend of the store. We have a lot of people like that.
Anyway it seems she went out to brunch with friends and comes in the store and asks to use the bathroom. We were busy with customers so we said sure. She seemed a little tipsy but what the hell. I wish I could get drunk at brunch.
Anyhoo after she leaves I go in the back about a half hour later and I smell shit. It seems she took a dump but didn't flush properly. I flush it but she had some radioactive sludge shit that stuck to the bowl. So I had to do a full fledged bathroom clean with Scrubbing Bubbles and the works.
That is what it means to own a small business. Cleaning up other peoples shit. Literally.
I saw a Western I hadn't seen before about two years back, Day of the Outlaw. Two things were notable about it.
First, Burl Ives was the heavy! Somehow I had never seen him in anything but Christmas specials, so this movie was a shock to me. Then I find out that prior to being a friendly snowman, he had been a heavy in Hollywood. Huh.
The second thing of note was a young Tina Louise, looking much more yummy in this than she did on Gilligan's Island. Wow did she look good in that....
You didn't catch that last week? The PhD in Chemistry saying he wanted to pass on what he knew in whatever time he had left? He damned near admitted to everything except for the hat and turning people into raspberry slushies.
I make sure the flush takes before I leave the stall. Ain't nobody wants to see that.
No shit. I even try to avoid public restrooms for #2's. I try to time them for mornings and evenings. And remember Spinelli bitching about how his balls touched the toilet water in some public restroom? That's just beyond gross. I'm sorry I even brought it up, let alone remembered it. I have found however that writing about things expunges them from my memory. I'm trying it out here -- how to forget by remembering.
ndspinelli said... Would you throw the Gilligan or Hee Haw girls out of the sack, Chick? We're not talking long term relationship, we're talking 20 minutes.
You misunderstand, Nick. I was trying to diss Troop's favorites because he made me suffer for years before he ever put up a photo of Gunilla.
chick, When something is planted in your brain, you can't delete it. Visuals like my balls hanging into the water of a public toilet on Mission Beach will always be there. So, embrace it!!
I was reading about it on Wiki and was surprised and amused to learn they rely on Donna Nelson at the U od OK as a consultant in order to "get things right." You see, I was afraid that I would react to the show much like Sixty Grit does to the trees in every show he watches -- always on the look to to cry "fake."!
I've never met Donna Nelson but we corresponded briefly in the late 1990's. I think I even reviewed one of her papers.
I was reading about it on Wiki and was surprised and amused to learn they rely on Donna Nelson at the U od OK as a consultant in order to "get things right."
Given that most of the chemistry on the show has been about how to make crystal meth, explosives or poison, I think they'd be better off getting things wrong!
Mythbusters has just busted a couple Breaking Bad myths.
I'll guess that the two busted were the one with the giant magnet to erase the hard drive (the principle is sound but the execution was screwy) and one concerning exactly how big an explosion a small rock of mercury fulminate can make.
They showed that you can dissolve a pig carcass with souped-up sulfuric acid instead of HF, but they couldn't get even a fiberglass bathtub to dissolve.
*shrug*
I think they were trying to get hydrofluoric acid to do the job of molecular fluorine.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
92 comments:
Tina Louise, of Gilligan's Isle and God's Little Acre.
As to "ginger or mary ann?"...I've always said "why not both?"
Nice. On the first shot.
Mary Ann. She brings her own weed.
She's still a ginger!
As to "ginger or mary ann?"...I've always said "why not both?"
I have the same regard for those two that Trooper has for the gals of Hew Haw. Which is to say, not much.
Would you throw the Gilligan or Hee Haw girls out of the sack, Chick? We're not talking long term relationship, we're talking 20 minutes.
We're not talking long term relationship, we're talking 20 minutes.
looks like spinelli does the manson trick with Novocaine.
Would you throw the Gilligan or Hee Haw girls out of the sack, Chick?
I think it was someone here (Haz?) who said his dad always said, in response to this phrase, "You gotta get 'em in the sack in the first place."
...we're talking 20 minutes.
Billy Ward and the Dominoes.
Most excellent, windbag!
If you get both in the sack, and you let them out after 20 minutes, you're basically the moral equivalent of a war criminal.
The lesson two weeks ago was about Matthew 7 - if your son asks for bread, do you give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!
So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.
Some translations mention egg and scorpion. Ow!
Last week I had a chance to put that lesson into practice. That message was timely, indeed. No scorpions, snakes or stones were exchanged.
Gird your loins and light your lamps
and be like servants who await their master’s return from a wedding,
ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks...
Meade takes over in Lem's absence...
Meade...
There's that word again.
I thought we agree to use Merde?
It seems like everyone commenting at Lemses is on the roster of very important (more important than the rest of the rabble) contributaries.
Except for Trooper, Evi and eddie utcher.
Oh shit! Merde!
I asked Lem a couple of times to put my blog on the blog list, I got dissed (despite the fact I posted his blog immediately on my blog roll). So I am sure as hell not on any favorite lists over there. It makes me sad because I have always liked Lem (and I still do)--but that is the way it is. Apparently my blog is too insulting to some others who need not be named.
Well I think Lem wants to keep the peace with the evil ones. So he will not put you up there which is wrong Evi. I don't know why my blog is there because it is private but what the fuck do I know.
I do think that most people do not comment unless it is a big free for all with Merde throwing where everyone is duking it out.
It is also the summer and people have other things to do on summer weekend. I am stuck in the store so I have the time to comment. Other people might be out having fun.
I was looking over the last couple of pages of posts to see if I missed anything the last few days. Every post has 14, 21, 28 comments...like that.
But what do I know, right?
Ha!
Unless the shit is flying with Merde then the numbers will be down. You have to put up controversial themes to get controversy and hits. Chichie and Chip Ahoy are doing yeoman work but the rest of them are not holding up their end as far as I can see.
Even a supremely talented blogger like me only gets 10 comments or so per post (he said modestly).
It's tough to do more than that without a poo flinging contest.
There needs to be a lot more posts that are just links to news stories.
And have they even mentioned A-Rod over there? Jesus, everyone's got 15 opinions about that shit. And of course almost everyone hates the Yankees, so that's bonus material.
But yeah--pretty much no one is showing up other than the people you mentioned.
Maybe someone could do a post about how homeschooling sucks. That should rile the waters.
I asked Lem a couple of times to put my blog on the blog list...
I don't ask to be put on anyone's blog list and I never ask anyone to be friends on facebook. That way, if I am on your blog list or friend list on facebook, I know you wanted me there. I'm funny that way. But, you have over a million hits on your blog, and I'm flirting with 3K.
My afternoon resembled a Thomas Hart Benton painting - I was hurrying to mow the lawn before a thunderstorm hit.
Okay, it wasn't exactly Bentonesque, as I was piloting a John Deere, and the light was not exactly like one might find in a mid-western regionalist painting, but for a moment there I was living the dream. Grass clippings piled up in heaps, storm clouds towering up in the sky, darkness creeping across the landscape as the storm approached, then rain coming in sideways with lightning and thunder.
Good times...
That sounds just like Trooper's afternoon, except he wasn't wearing pants, wasn't piloting a John Deere, and is scared of thunder.
I have a dog like that. His name is Yogi, not Trooper.
I can make that right with the next dog. Come on Trooper, here's your kibble. Good boy, lil Troop, good doggie...
That actually works...
Be careful, a dog by that name might wind up pooping in the living room.
And you know whenever anyone of the female gender wanders past he'll be humping their legs.
In a true Benton painting the ground is heaving, always. So you wouldn't have been able to stay on the bucking mower.
Au contraire, mon frere - some of us prefer an active ride.
What is the point of having numbers unless
a) You want to sell something.
b) You think people gawking at your blog equals
1. Friendship.
2. Happiness.
3. Influence. See "d" below.
c) You're in a generalized (or maybe specific) pissing contest with other bloggers.
d) You're a moralist or patriot who wants to improve the public for their own good or the good of the nation. God bless you for that.
e) You may not be selling anything specific, such as crappy furniture, to pick an example from the storied past, but you want all that traffic, so your Amazon portal might make you minimum wage for the time spent blogging.
f) You have a verbal abuse fetish, because your father repeatedly reduced you to tears with cruel rhetoric lessons when you were 12, and you love to see others suffer syllogistically.
g) A step beyond the above, you are totally insane. This is perhaps the best way to get numbers, which, of course, may supply its own reasons.
* * * * * * *
For my part, I'm trying to write odd blog posts about topics that interest me for the sake of my brain. It's gotten so badly addled from short, zappity-bump internet content all these years, that trying to write even a modest high school essay is an intellectual task for me equal to being the author of another War and Peace.
Nicholas Carr, author of The Shallows, wrote the damn book to try to get his brain back after a decade of internet surfing had reduced it to something slightly less capable than an iPhone 4.
Not having the time or ability yet to write a book, I'm taking baby steps, so far producing a few, medium-length posts about historical, literary, and other topics that have little built-in controversy. I plan to continue, as I'm old and don't want to die with my brain given artificial Alzheimer's by all these years on the internet. The real thing may play catch-up soon enough, but at least I want to be able to tell the difference if and when the time comes.
I appreciate feedback and comments, but they have less meaning to me than they might so someone described by the above list.
BTW, Althouse herself owned a couple of years ago that she. like Nicholas Carr, had lost the ability to read actual books. Unlike Carr, she seemed not distressed by it in the slightest. Her internet-destroyed brain may go a long way to explain her recent intellectual and moral difficulties in the course of what might be called the Great Althousian Meltdown, or perhaps just Meltdown I, as it is likely not to be the last.
For my part, I'm trying to write odd blog posts about topics that interest me for the sake of my brain. It's gotten so badly addled from short, zappity-bump internet content all these years, that trying to write even a modest high school essay is an intellectual task for me equal to being the author of another War and Peace.
You are to music what I am to chemistry when it comes to blogging. We're both professionally trained, but the audience is hardly willing to bear anything but small doses. That's why writing serial blog posts on the same or related topics is worthwhile, or at least I've found that to be the case. I've done several of these, actually. They sum to something larger. Troop does the same thing too I've noticed.
Well, that's just it, Chickelit. You do a really good job with chemistry, but it's true, you have to break up more complex things into digestible bits.
I just did a post on the old Spectator of 1711-12, which was really very much a blog-like periodical of the day. Chip S. in fact asked about letters to the editor, obviously to be like comments. I'm going to reply directly, but, the reality was that letters to the editor were common and often used as fillers or point-makers at the end of a piece.
So, The Spectator was a proto-blog, and one of the things that made it even more blog-like was just what you say: Splitting hard or complex topics into shorter, easy-to-digest pieces. Addison, for example, did a weekly Saturday series on Milton and "Paradise Lost" that is still one of the best things ever written about both the poet and his most famous poem. But instead of the short book it really was, it was nicely spread out in easily-digestible chunks.
But that is hard to do, and something to work on if you want to communicate at all in this medium, or, frankly, even if you wanted to get through to people back in 1711.
I like Lem (always have). I just find it curious he is so deferential to Merde and old dirty EBL that he cannot even acknowledge EBL.
So I figured I would ask to be on his blog list.
As far as blogging post topics, I only does what interests me. Sometimes I am lazy and basically repost something somone else did (linking to them) to gin up some blog traffic to them and just make the point I agree.
As you can guess the Rule 5 posts generate a lot of traffic...for ever. People never grow tired of Diane Lane.
And then there are posts I spend some time on. But it is all an amusement.
I've been working on my computer most of the day. Good the PGA Championship was on TV - and that I can work at home.
People need to stop caring about "hits" and "blog traffic". Quality over quantity.
But if you just want comments, invite Inga and some others to have internet poo-tossing contest.
Problem solved.
BTW, people have been putting up some great posts, especially Chip Ahoy.
There are some very good posts at Lem's place. Chip and Chick do the best (in my opinion).
Troop, I saw Lisa's chandelier problem on fb. I started to suggest that she send you in with every customer, explaining the problem, and introducing you as the chandelier monitor. Decided not, since real customers look at that. Those sort of things are annoying and I don't think there's a solution.
Last week, someone left a dirty adult diaper in the foyer outside the bathrooms. Shit fell out of it onto the floor. Of course, we just hit lunch rush. I was the cook that day and couldn't leave the kitchen to attend to it, so my supervisor had to clean it up.
People are filthy and stupid and you just can't fix that.
Chichie and Chip Ahoy are doing yeoman work but the rest of them are not holding up their end as far as I can see.
Fuck you!
I meant that in the nicest way possible.
Palladian, I like your posts a lot. You too, you too!
There was a woman who came in the store today that caused a similar problem. She is not in our size range but she has brought her sister and a couple of friends and is a friend of the store. We have a lot of people like that.
Anyway it seems she went out to brunch with friends and comes in the store and asks to use the bathroom. We were busy with customers so we said sure. She seemed a little tipsy but what the hell. I wish I could get drunk at brunch.
Anyhoo after she leaves I go in the back about a half hour later and I smell shit. It seems she took a dump but didn't flush properly. I flush it but she had some radioactive sludge shit that stuck to the bowl. So I had to do a full fledged bathroom clean with Scrubbing Bubbles and the works.
That is what it means to own a small business. Cleaning up other peoples shit. Literally.
What is up with that?
I make sure the flush takes before I leave the stall. Ain't nobody wants to see that.
Titus does.
Yeah, that was a gratuitous swipe.
Trooper, perhaps Chip Ahoy could make a sign for your store's restroom.
No Bad Poop You!
There's no such thing as a gratuitous swipe where shit is concerned.
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...
There are some very good posts at Lem's place.
Full stop. No need to get specific. Where is betamax3001 though?
Full stop. No need to get specific. Where is betamax3001 though?
SO about a week ago El Pollo revealed himself as Heisenberg, and today it turns out he's betamax30000.
Back to the topic at hand:
I saw a Western I hadn't seen before about two years back, Day of the Outlaw. Two things were notable about it.
First, Burl Ives was the heavy! Somehow I had never seen him in anything but Christmas specials, so this movie was a shock to me. Then I find out that prior to being a friendly snowman, he had been a heavy in Hollywood. Huh.
The second thing of note was a young Tina Louise, looking much more yummy in this than she did on Gilligan's Island. Wow did she look good in that....
SO about a week ago El Pollo revealed himself as Heisenberg, and today it turns out he's betamax30000.
What?
He is ten times better than betamax 3000.
He is ten times better than betamax 3000.
Grrr, typos. Funny retort, though!
What?
You didn't catch that last week? The PhD in Chemistry saying he wanted to pass on what he knew in whatever time he had left? He damned near admitted to everything except for the hat and turning people into raspberry slushies.
SO about a week ago El Pollo revealed himself as Heisenberg, and today it turns out he's betamax30000.
What are you smoking, icepick?
I make sure the flush takes before I leave the stall. Ain't nobody wants to see that.
No shit. I even try to avoid public restrooms for #2's. I try to time them for mornings and evenings. And remember Spinelli bitching about how his balls touched the toilet water in some public restroom? That's just beyond gross. I'm sorry I even brought it up, let alone remembered it. I have found however that writing about things expunges them from my memory. I'm trying it out here -- how to forget by remembering.
I think it's some of your stuff.
But you are a bit uncertain, right?
ndspinelli said...
Would you throw the Gilligan or Hee Haw girls out of the sack, Chick? We're not talking long term relationship, we're talking 20 minutes.
You misunderstand, Nick. I was trying to diss Troop's favorites because he made me suffer for years before he ever put up a photo of Gunilla.
But you are a bit uncertain, right?
About what?
Tina Louise, back in the day, rawr!!!
I have no idea what Icepick is talking about.
Then again, it kinda sounds like he doesn't either. LOL.
Chickie can't be betamax. Chickie's smart and actually makes some sense.
I think I've made my position on beta clear.
The girl was drunk so I have to give her a pass.
But still it was fucked up.
When I was a single guy and there was a hot girl that I was hesitant to talk to I just imagined her taking a shit and I wasn't so intimidated.
Of course it almost never worked out but what the fuck.
That's positively Swiftian, Troop.
Nor wonder how I lost my wits:
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
<a href="http://www.online-literature.com/swift/3506/>Cassinus and Peter</a>
link
This thread has become downright Titusian and could use a good flush
I don't know what Cody or Pollo are talking about.
So what you're saying is that you have no idea what you're talking about, since we don't know what you're talking about.
Simple!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free ;
O how that shittering taketh me !
chick, When something is planted in your brain, you can't delete it. Visuals like my balls hanging into the water of a public toilet on Mission Beach will always be there. So, embrace it!!
Mmmmm...nut tea....
Simple!
Now you understand.
Now I'm lost.
I think if I watched Breaking Bad, I might get some of Icepick's humor.
You don't watch Breaking Bad?
And you, a chemist!
Chip S, he CLAIMS he doesn't watch. But then he talks about wanting to take his PhD in Chemistry and "teach". Uh-huh.
I'm just going to go over here and keep digging a hole in the front yard.
You know how far down it is.
Chip S. said...
You don't watch Breaking Bad?
Strange, init?
I was reading about it on Wiki and was surprised and amused to learn they rely on Donna Nelson at the U od OK as a consultant in order to "get things right." You see, I was afraid that I would react to the show much like Sixty Grit does to the trees in every show he watches -- always on the look to to cry "fake."!
I've never met Donna Nelson but we corresponded briefly in the late 1990's. I think I even reviewed one of her papers.
I was reading about it on Wiki and was surprised and amused to learn they rely on Donna Nelson at the U od OK as a consultant in order to "get things right."
Given that most of the chemistry on the show has been about how to make crystal meth, explosives or poison, I think they'd be better off getting things wrong!
Mythbusters has just busted a couple Breaking Bad myths.
Mythbusters has just busted a couple Breaking Bad myths.
I'll guess that the two busted were the one with the giant magnet to erase the hard drive (the principle is sound but the execution was screwy) and one concerning exactly how big an explosion a small rock of mercury fulminate can make.
I see I got one right. The other myth was about turning people into raspberry slushies.
Duh, the other one that the show busted was the bit with the mercury fulminate.
Then there's the myth that Skyler could attract a guy other than uber-nerd Walter.
They showed that you can dissolve a pig carcass with souped-up sulfuric acid instead of HF, but they couldn't get even a fiberglass bathtub to dissolve.
*shrug*
I think they were trying to get hydrofluoric acid to do the job of molecular fluorine.
Skyler was married to Raylan in Deadwood.
Think upon that fact, my chemical friend.
Doesn't hydroflouric acid dissolve glass? Seems to me it was shipped in plastic bottles, unlike the other acids at the PCB shop.
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