Talking to my one brother and apparently one of his oldest professors at st Thomas (a very conservative catholic school that offered him a full ride) is an anarchocommunist. I want to talk to this old guy and see why he's tenured with people who are friends with trumps current legal team.
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Have you ever wondered the story of Canada's first air ambulance story? Why is there so little information on such a historic event? Because the first call was such a disaster no one but the family involved wants to remember. Well I am a member of the family involved so buckle up!
It is February in 1946 and my great grandma is in labor during a snow storm. It was going badly. A call was made and the air ambulances was sent out. Two of her children were sent out to start and keep a fire going so the plane could find them. Mother and oldest daughter got on the plane to the hospital. Three kids died. No it wasn't triplets. But how can a single birth results in three deaths without even including the mother? Well one of the kids sent out to signal the plane got pneumonia and died. The daughter that went with got an infection at the hospital and died. And they lost the baby at the end of it all. Had there been no air ambulance there would have only been one death.
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Stuff My Father Does—The Chemical Experiment
A few decades ago, I don't remember exactly when, my father got inspired by some TV report or magazine article which described the chemical reactions of different gases to fire, so he naturally decided to conduct his own experiment (you know, as you do when you are a layman who has no basic knowledge of chemistry).
He gave the pending experiment and its setup some careful thought and decided that the best environment would be his very own bedroom and the best-suited gas would be one that is naturally produced and thus easily accessible.
That night, after he got ready for bed and had put on his creme-colored pajamas, he went into his bedroom, grabbed a hold of his bedframe's footboard with his left hand (for stability), then with his right hand grabbed the lighter he had laid out on the bedspread (this being the extent of the experiment setup), bent over, reached back with his right hand, lit the lighter, and let one rip.
The resulting scene must have looked like he was a fire-breather who had accidentally gotten the wrong end lit, which of course left this amateur fire-breather's mouth free to shout: "Oh, shit!" in surprise, followed by a yelp and a yowl when he realized that the fire had now reached his bottom.
I can't remember if he said whether he sat down or slapped his own behind to extinguish the flames, but I very distinctly do remember my father very proudly showing me the result of his experiment a week or so later, which was a dark brown stain of singed fabric on his pajama bottoms at the height of his bum, accompanied by the sentence: "You can actually set farts on fire!"
Afterword: Said pajama was worn with pride for many years after the incident until it literally fell apart at the seams because that is the kind of weirdo my father is.
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when i met you in real lifeeeeee, i'm gonna steal your wardrobe
You and @forthosebelow should fight for them
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I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™
Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.
Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.
We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.
And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.
It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?
Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.
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Stuff My Father Does—Awesome Sauce
My father has always been into very spicy food. Partly, I think it has to do with him spending about 5 years in South Africa in the early 70s and mid-80s, where he had Indian colleagues who would invite him to lunch and dinner which subsequently led to him developing not only a taste for Indian food but also for spices in general. I also think it has to do with him smoking for all of his life, as I'm pretty sure his taste buds are somewhat dulled.
These days, his go-to spicy condiment is a particular hot sauce from Asia that is only available in one specific Asian grocery store in the whole city. So here is what my father does:
Every 6 months, he takes a 20-minute subway ride to the Asian grocery store downtown, where he buys not 1, not 2, but 5 bottles of his special hot sauce.
He then takes the train back home, and once he has arrived, he unpacks his bounty and
sorts all five bottles by their use-by date
takes out a permanent marker
marks the longest-lasting bottle with a large "5"
marks the second longest-lasting bottle with a large "4"
marks the third… you get the picture
puts bottle #5 in the back of the cupboard
puts bottle #4 in front of it, #3 in front of that, then #2, then #1.
Over the next half year, he will work his way through all the bottles until it's time to go to the Asian grocery store again.
Now, you might want to ask: "What happens if he runs out of sauce before 6 months have passed?"* My friends, he won't. Before developing this habit, my father meticulously documented his weekly intake of hot sauce on the kitchen notepad and then calculated how much hot sauce he would need to last him 6 months—because when it comes to his Awesome Sauce, my father does not play around.
*You might also want to ask if he has any kind of mobility problem, to which I can only say nope, he quite simply is lazy and does not want to have to take a trip to the Asian grocery store every month. 🤷🏻♀️
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I have a mad scientist uncle and I love him so much
He just arrived from Australia last night, and this morning he told me about how goats could save part of the planet, how mice could work against malaria, how venomous spiders could save millions of people, and how he might be getting death threats in the mail. Also I don’t think he was supposed to tell me a bunch of the details. He’s batshit crazy and I love him so much. If he had a poorer moral compass he would literally be a supervillain, but instead his moral compass is perfectly aligned to kill a specific type of mosquito and kill ticks in a certain area.
I also have an uncle who climbed Everest before it was easy and was insecure that he was the only one without a PhD so at 50 he got his, an aunt who probably could talk to animals (it’s debatable), a grandfather that was best known for mixing toxic chemicals to make them glow and then hang them on a Christmas tree at the university he worked at, a grandmother who was a lawyer and once fought against another lawyer whose name meant bread when her name meant butter, and my mom has had four publications in one of the world’s top journals
What is my family at this point other than a movie plot
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