One small step…
At least there’s a handrail you can impale your jaw on as you tumble naked to your death.
[Title was inspired by THIS, one of my all-time favorite songs. Image found here.]
Stray Polyps from the Internest
Grammar Nazi has been summoned.
Mercury(II) thiocyanate decomposition is kinda cool, but some of the U Toobage comments amused me more (posted verbatim):
This was filmed in a North Korean secret science lab where they are trying to build their next president.
How cool would it be to pretend to be a wizard in the medieval ages, just go into a kings throne room and threaten them by summoning satans dick tentacles, pop this experiment down, and as everyone is screaming, command the dick tentacles to stop, and then they all be like. Oh you so great wizard telling satans dick tentacles to stop, and then you would be like muahahah – ill stop, and yes, there is something wrong with me.
Why is he using a little tiny golf club to put down the powder?
Why did watching this bring Hillary to mind ?
and that’s how they grow kale! now you know
i’d smoke that
poke it with a stick…
BTW, the word is spelled “Weirdest.” I before E except after W…
Okay. Enough of that, so let’s go eclectic. How ’bout some 1966 retro?
Here’s The Electric Prunes on Dick Clark’s American Bandstand, circa 1966, lip-synching “I Had Too Much To Dream.”
“Psychotic Reaction” by The Count Five, circa 1966.
The Seeds‘ “Pushin’ Too Hard” circa 1966.
For me, 1966 was a great year because I got a small transistor radio for my birthday. It ate up my allowance money in batteries because I’d fall asleep listening to WSAI into the wee hours on school nights. It was also the year Dad ordered a complete set of the World Book Encyclopedia. That was the edition that had frog dissections and human anatomy on overlapping clear celluloid layers. Very cool.
Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for stuff.
I don’t know the story behind it, but that’s some scary stuff. Besides the balloon snag, that tower wasn’t engineered to handle a bigass inflated windsock trying to pull it down.
UPDATE: Apparently the accident dates to October 2004 during a hot air balloon festival in Albuquerque NM. After the collision, the veteran pilot grabbed the tower to stop the gondola from swinging, and he and two boys (ages 10 and 14) climbed down 600 feet as news helicopters buffeted the tower before being called off. Here’s the balloon in better health:
[Full Story here; h/t Guy Fleegman via Twitter.]
Call me old fashioned, but it seems to me that the corral was invented to prevent this kind of annoyance.
Lessee. A quick review of the photo tells me that these aren’t physics students, and that there is likely beer involved. At least four people thought that this was a good idea, and there’s a fifth one in the background egging them on who looks just like this.
[Image from No Puedo Creer.]