That, may I warn you, is my connection to the National Grid, which I have pirated for the purposes of FRAZZLING TO A CRISP ANYONE WHO MENTIONS SPELLING. Yes, indeed, my splenetic ire can travel down electric wire, directly into anyone I choose, and make them expire.
Thank you. That is all.
A dreadful warning |
- Is it incredibly toxic?
- Will it explode at the slightest, or even no, provocation?
- Is it horribly radioactive?
Plutonium is a good fit for this. However, it's been covered endlessly in all kinds of media, and we too on the blog have prattled on about it.
It's almost boring |
Anyway, let us instead look at an arsenical compound, namely Arsine. This has the chemical formula AsH3, and is a gas at room temperature. Not just any old gas! Art?
First Unpleasantness use of nasty stuff |
Mind you, if Arsine was drifting around the lab, you'd be dead in minutes. This stuff is lethal at very low concentrations, and you'll start to feel atrociously ill if there's as little as one part Arsine for every two million parts air. Typically it smells of garlic, though nobody has yet explained who volunteered this information, since if it's in sufficient concentration to be smelt, you'd be approaching the Pearly Gates wearing a puzzled expression.
Minimum safe distance from an Arsine lab accident |
Art! What are you playing at? |
I also apologise for Art, who seems to have replaced his pash for Mara Corday with Pamela Anderson. I'll go run 250,000 volts through him.
Mara. Yes, she is very, isn't she? |
Your Humble Scribe rather left you in the lurch yesteryon, didn't I? after going on rather about verdigris and how it was the patina left on copper that makes it look green, and which is most effusively not the substance involved in making perfume. Art?
(Insert feeble pun here) |
And this is where the perfumiers come in. It was used in perfumes of old to enhance their staying power and make people smell nicer for longer, which meant perfumes were expensive, because ambergris itself is rare. It's only produced by 1% of sperm whales, and only sperm whales. Art?
NOW WASH YOUR HANDS! |
<sniggers> |
Spare A Thought For Richard Dean Anderson
He's a South Canadian actor <Googles hastily to ensure he's not really Canadian phew no he's not>, now into his seventies, who is probably appreciating the down time from having retired from the acting game. Art?
Richard |
"Obviously, plain works better than milk for preventing explosions, Vulnavia." |
Finally -
Just an observation. Lockdown? Sitting in my comfy chair in the Sekrit Layr, Conrad can see Rochdale Road beyond, and - there's never a gap of more than a few seconds between people out having a stroll, walking the dog, taking kids to the park, seeing if the local telecoms masts are still aloft and intact - . Hmmm. Oh, the masts are okay, I spotted them whilst doing the weekly shop last night on the way home. On the way home past endless pedestrians, I ought to add.
Where was I?
Oh yes. All those "psychics" out there -
Hooray for Adam! |
* Spelled it correctly first time!
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