Yay for books about weird science. Currently reading "Ignition" by John Clark all about the history of rocket fuel.

So we made flutes before drums?

I agree it seems like a dumb project at this point. It doesn't exactly get you downtown either. It will dump you into the middle of one of the most congested streets in the city. Why would anyone choose this route over just going from I-189 directly onto Shelburne Road? Maybe tourists going to the waterfront.

Oh boy, we sure do need another bypass!

As if i didn't have enough to worry about, now there's the chance of contacting a horrible disease after accidently slaughtering bunnies while mowing the grass. So thanks for that.

Thick as a brick.🎶

Remember folks. Unsafe cunnolingus can get you an std so can messing with unsafe Oryctolagus cuniculus.

Sadly a lost film.

Interesting! And is "by" in brackets, because it was kinda the mower but also kinda the person? I have a pasture, and know a lot of people who do. It's hard to see things out there. Especially when Bush hogging.

She did it because she wanted people to understand what they had gone through and wanted the survivors to have some way to tell their story. Instead, people labeled her a money grabbing opportunitist and it destroyed her career.

There’s a book called Biohazard by Ken Alibek who used to head the Russian bio weapons program.

He tells a story of them transporting a giant 55 gallon drum of weaponized tularemia that they knocked over.

> Nazil was waiting for me inside Zone Two. As we walked together down the corridors, he told me what had happened. The air pressure in the pipeline feeding one of the tularemia rooms had begun to drop precipitously. A technician had been working there an hour or so before, but she had gone home. She may have forgotten to reset the valves. Nazil was anxious to get back to work before his shift ended. It was 11:00 P.M. He brought me to the room where the drop in pressure had been reported and hesitated at the door. "Don't worry," I said. "Go back to your lab. I'm sure I can han- dle this." Mollified, he set off down the corridor. I opened the door and took a few steps inside. It was pitch black. I reached back, groping in the darkness for the light switch. When I finally hit the switch and looked down, I found I was standing in a puddle of liquid tu- laremia. It was milky brown--the highest possible concentration. The puddle at my feet was only a few centimeters deep, but there was enough tularemia on the floor to infect the entire population of the Soviet Union. I called for Nazil, frozen in place, and heard him rustling toward me down the hall. I was only two feet or so from the doorway, but I was trapped. If I tried to back out I would bring the disease with me into the cor- ridor-and, potentially, into the rest of the zone. Keeping my voice as calm as possible, I told Nazil to bring dis- infectant quickly--anything he could find. I reached my gloved hand behind me and grabbed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide he handed through the partly open door. I poured the solution over my boots. He handed me more bot- tles as I moved backward, tiny step by tiny step, pouring all the time. By the time I was out of the room, three military scientists working in other parts of the zone had rushed to the scene, alerted by the commotion. The change in air pressure must have caused the culture to escape through the filter system. I closed the door and told them to disinfect everything I had touched, as well as the room itself. I went back through the sanitary passageway, eased off my boots and protective suit, took a disinfecting shower, and submit- ted myself to a quick checkup by the nurse. She assured me that I was fine. Silently, I congratulated myself on my good fortune. I tried to imagine what might have happened if I had lost my footing on the slippery floor. Although tularemia isn't usually deadly, we were working with a far more virulent strain than any I would ever have been exposed to in nature. When we regrouped in Zone One, I advised Nazil and the others to take the antibiotics we had on hand for emergencies. I went to my office and called Savva Yermoshin, chief of the KGB detachment at Omutninsk. Savva would later work with me at Biopreparat headquarters in Moscow. I had obviously pulled him from a deep slumber. "Savva, I'm sorry to wake you," I said. "I just wanted to let you know a small amount of tularemia was released inside Building 107 tonight." I didn't expect him to do anything, but regulations required us to inform the KGB about the slightest break in routine. "Anybody hurt?" he said in a voice fogged with sleep. "No, it's all under control," I continued cheerfully. "We've got it cleaned up. There's nothing for you to do." I looked at my watch after hanging up. It was almost 2 A.M.. It was pointless to call Moscow at that hour. I decided to wait until morning and went home, tired and relieved. "What was the emergency?" Lena asked me sleepily as I padded around in the dark of our bedroom. "Nothing important," I told her. "Go back to sleep."

The full book is located here free for download.

If I had a nickel.

Building a highway straight into a downtown has never been regretted! Definitely something to eagerly anticipate.

The bunny foil is different .. I was talking about their paper packaging.

And every case in America needs to be reported to the CDC because it's a potential biological weapon

In fact it was mandated.

I somehow managed to get Scarlet fever as a kid in the 80’s, I don’t remember much…but I do remember thinking how odd it was that they evacuated all the other people from the lobby once the doc had a good look at me.

I saw a more recent picture from a friend and it's surrounded by a parking lot now. Very much a tourist attraction.

1.2 meter is definitely "not that much bigger"

I never saw a chicken that even when dead and stretched to the max having 1.2 meter in length

This Neanderthal fucks

Eh its like actually full rolling now. They've cleared out all the land they never cleared out and are working on leveling it and will start paving in june I believe.

Personally im against the project because building a highway downtown is just stupid in 2022.

Except that time it was.

Well that is specific

“Wascally tuwuwemia.”

-Elmer Fudd

As long as it's not Lupus. Which it never is.