#curiosity lab

[blondebrainpowered]

The Far Side

By Gary Larson

[suosage]

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NAGI SEISHIROU; 05.06 Birthday 2025

[swan2swan]

I had an epiphany about ships today.

[rudinworkshop]

made a portal tier list from scratch because tierlist refuses to let me use the site if i have an addblocker.

did i miss anyone? (not including mods)

[shadystranger]

Soulless!sam comes from the dead and the first favor he's doing to sam is kill dean and sam gets disorientedly worried about dean bc of it all.. that's peak

[here-for-the-vibe]

Helooo my friend!!!!

so i think that. the reason why your pen ink turned green when you wrote into the spot of sulphuric acid was bc it contained iron?

when iron(II) forms salts, in this case iron sulphate, the salt tends to be green in color!

and google told me that prussian blue used in pen ink can have iron and cyanide in it

😮 I love chemistry in the wild yall

This is very fascinating I must say, I was not aware that iron could be green 😁

Thanks for the answer Evie! <3

[glass-noodle]

kamski is now 2 cm tall. i boil him in a stew and eat him for supper. mmmmm ynuy kmsi

did Connor ghostwrite this

[asvidema]

there's some things happening in the lab that i feel good about but at the same time i still need time to process them

[vulpinesaint]

insane to me. insane

[sugarsweetvirgo]

TW; Trypanophobia, Needles, Uncomfortable/Fearful situations

Don't worry, you'll only feel a small prick...

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Early Bondshipping, before Kaiba and Eve actually started liking each other, let alone date. Kaiba's #1 focus was reversing Eve's size, and with that came multitudes of tests and labs and poking and documentation and so on and so forth. Nothing fascinated him more than this scientific anomaly practically dropped in his hands, and he wanted nothing more than to overcome and conquer whatever had shrunken her, despite her timid and apprehensive nature.

They aren't... The "proudest" moments of their relationship, but when your priorities lie in reversing something that shouldn't be able to exist, you need all the data you can get.

[coffee-keith]

Really struggling with trying to figure out what's me. Like what I enjoy and what ideas/traits/desires are actually my own. I think it's beautiful that people influence each other and grow together, but I'm left feeling lost right now and wondering what's actually me.

[swan2swan]

Recognition.

[erbiumspectrum]

Looking back on my childhood and early teens, it's astounding I ever settled for a single major with no regret. I was interested in nearly all the sciences. Little me devoured those pop sci tv shows for kids (and not just for kids, really) like there was no tomorrow. I watched astrophysics documentaries with my mouth wide open. I knew Earth: Making of a Planet almost by heart. In fourth grade I wouldn't shut up about the inner workings of the human body. In between classes I'd sit alone in various parts of my school and read books on neurobiology. I think I've already mentioned somewhere here I used to draw electron configurations for fun. My brain was like a sponge that could never soak in enough.

But I can't remember making any kind of conscious choice to focus on chemistry. Somehow, it's always been my favorite just like that. Nobody pushed me in that particular direction, there was no "aha! This is it!" moment. It just happened to come easier and more naturally to me than everything else. I went into biology first because I was insecure, but once I realized I'd made a mistake, there were no doubts, no struggling, it was obvious to me I had to pick chemistry.

I don't really believe that we're born to do something in particular, that our life is pre-planned for us, but I kind of love the way chemistry seems to keep choosing me over and over again.

[frankensteincest]

the creature inherited songs and guilt from the brain it was given it is SO over for me

[fromthemouthofkings]

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love

[sublux]

all i've done over the past three days has been in spreadsheets manually entering all the health data i have access to, and officially requesting records i don't have, because it's actually impossible for an EMR to do what i need it to do