What was I thinking?
CactusZack tells us: "I stopped dating a girl AFTER she got breast implants. For what reason I do not know, and I still kick myself for this." Tell us about inexplicable decisions that still haunt you.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:58)
CactusZack tells us: "I stopped dating a girl AFTER she got breast implants. For what reason I do not know, and I still kick myself for this." Tell us about inexplicable decisions that still haunt you.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:58)
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Like many B3tans,
I was, and still am, a complete pyromaniac. Needless to say, I have endless 'what was I thinking?' moments, like the time I tried to see how far away I could stand and light a candle in my room using a deodorant can...but one time sticks out particularly.
At university I had a side project of raising a brine shrimp colony, which I'd then drop blocks of Americium into to see what effects it had, and whether it caused any mutations. This was purely a hobby, it had nothing to do with my degree; I'm just cruel. Anyway, I bought some oxygenating tablets to keep the water nice and aerated, when I realised that if I could crush these up with a source of fuel, it'd really fizz and spark. I crushed up one capsule with some sugar, and lit it. Nothing happened.
For some reason however, fate really wanted me to cause myself harm, and despite my initial failure, I crushed all of the tablets up, and mixed it up with about twice as much sugar. I took it outside, and lit it, then scuttled back into my observation dome (the conservatory). It didn't work again.
This called for some serious ignition power. I opened my little box of fire, and dug out a small ribbon of magnesium that I had lying around. I poured the powder into a piece of PVC tubing I also had lying around (I have a lot of crap lying around), and slid the magnesium halfway in. I took this outside, and lit the magnesium wick, and again ran to cover. Again it didn't work.
I decided to give up, and went outside to retrieve my PVC tube for another project, when the mixture spontaneously ignited, spewing caramel and molten plastic everywhere, before exploding. Amazingly, I got none on my face, but a hell of a lot of droplets landed on my neck, all over my chest and hands, leaving little red scars and blisters that took weeks to heal. Thank god I hadn't been a little hastier and picked the thing up and looked down the tube though.
( , Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:37, 2 replies)
I was, and still am, a complete pyromaniac. Needless to say, I have endless 'what was I thinking?' moments, like the time I tried to see how far away I could stand and light a candle in my room using a deodorant can...but one time sticks out particularly.
At university I had a side project of raising a brine shrimp colony, which I'd then drop blocks of Americium into to see what effects it had, and whether it caused any mutations. This was purely a hobby, it had nothing to do with my degree; I'm just cruel. Anyway, I bought some oxygenating tablets to keep the water nice and aerated, when I realised that if I could crush these up with a source of fuel, it'd really fizz and spark. I crushed up one capsule with some sugar, and lit it. Nothing happened.
For some reason however, fate really wanted me to cause myself harm, and despite my initial failure, I crushed all of the tablets up, and mixed it up with about twice as much sugar. I took it outside, and lit it, then scuttled back into my observation dome (the conservatory). It didn't work again.
This called for some serious ignition power. I opened my little box of fire, and dug out a small ribbon of magnesium that I had lying around. I poured the powder into a piece of PVC tubing I also had lying around (I have a lot of crap lying around), and slid the magnesium halfway in. I took this outside, and lit the magnesium wick, and again ran to cover. Again it didn't work.
I decided to give up, and went outside to retrieve my PVC tube for another project, when the mixture spontaneously ignited, spewing caramel and molten plastic everywhere, before exploding. Amazingly, I got none on my face, but a hell of a lot of droplets landed on my neck, all over my chest and hands, leaving little red scars and blisters that took weeks to heal. Thank god I hadn't been a little hastier and picked the thing up and looked down the tube though.
( , Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:37, 2 replies)
One time, I went to university.
Some kid burned his neck. He didn't like that.
(Nice story, btw!)
( , Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:45, closed)
Some kid burned his neck. He didn't like that.
(Nice story, btw!)
( , Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:45, closed)
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