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BREAKING SCIENCE NEWS

NEW SECRETS FOUND IN HUMAN GENOME

"Turns out we're another Brassica cultivar," says scientist

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Ugh I got a fic in my head I'll never write.

Dom and Stringfellow are stopping an oil exec from being an oil exec in South LA. Unfortunately, they parked Airwolf in a place that's *suddenly* the site of a Company op. Archangel is "mysteriously" incommunicado, and the Company is definitely gonna find the supercopter soon. What will they do?

They have a problem.

No-one else can help them.

And thanks to a previous contact, the Airwolf team *can* find them.

Guess they need to call in...

... a Team

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would a werewolf astronaut stationed on a lunar base transform under a full earth, or is it all wolf all the time up there

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Rita Repulsa: "At last! After 10,000 years, I'm free!"

Me: "...does that mean the pod is available?"

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I got to tell someone about the Great Ottawa Sewer Explosions of 1929 and 1931 today, I have done well, I will have a Cookie

https://www.historicalsocietyottawa.ca/publications/ottawa-stories/changes-in-the-city-s-landscape/the-ottawa-sewer-explosions

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Best seats in the house for the next time Grandma falls down the stairs.

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Unidentifiable food cravings are the worst.

Brain: want Me: What do we want? Brain: want Me: I need a little more to work with here. Brain: sweet. Me: Chocolate? A cookie? Ice cream? Brain: no. Me: Fruit? Brain: maybe. Me: *lists all the fruit we have in the house* Brain: no. Me: arrrgh Brain: sweet. chewy. not the dried apricots. not a caramel. Me: …Brain. So help me. Do you want the toffee-tree fruit from The Magician’s Nephew. Brain: … maybe Me:  Brain that is literally fictional Brain: WANT

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A good friend turned me on to Islands years ago, and this song still pops up in my brain to help mellow me out in a stressful situation.

Please enjoy :)

https://youtu.be/K2YtLmCNUow

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🚨 SCAM JOB ALERT🚨

Watch out for any job listings that claim you’ll cruise the seas for American gold, fire no guns, and shed no tears. These are all scams and the job is NOT as advertised. Source: I fell for it and am now a broken man on a Halifax pier

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last night I dreamt that there was a localized spider singularity and somebody fell in to the spider singularity and completely merged with the spiders and became some kind of a spider-man but in all the wrong ways and i had to keep them out of my house and also do my taxes thank you for reading my post about a dream i had, the 3rd worst kind of post

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dear Spider-Man team,

Spidercide / Rek-Rap team-up book when?

I commit to buying 50 copies.

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I need an antologist.

I'm in Eastern Ontario, and I just had a wingèd ant land on my travel cup of sweet iced tea, so I blew it off the cup.

It proceeded to rip off its wings and hide in a crack on the table. WTF.

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Protectors of NYC

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lick art?

via pinterest.

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gonna start my own ghost hunters show

AirB&B InSpectres

...ScareB&B?

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Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.

Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.

(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)

Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.

All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.

I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.

Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.

And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.

Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.

I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.

Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.

No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a respondibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.

They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.

This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.

In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.

At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.

I think the least we can do is remember them for it.