There’s a series of photos from a wildlife photographer that are essentially selfies of him with a litter of cheetah cubs that the mother cheetah literally dropped in his lap while she went to go hunt. It’s been theorized that the only reason cheetahs have never been domesticated is that that they’re very difficult to breed in captivity.

It’s a niche specialization within architecture, and while I enjoy it it’s not quite as cool as it sounds. Labs tend to be designed to a common template around the standard lab bench depth (30") and accepted safe aisle width between 66" and 72". Most of the fun is in equipment planning, and that’s only exciting for a certain sort of Excel jockey 😅

Lab planning is a small enough niche that you really only find us in firms with a national or international reach, and so I’m more often working on projects several states away from me than anything in my own backyard. Travel varies, but other than initial meetings it tends to be hands-off job, so much so that I’m actually a 100% remote worker apart from when I’m on-site for a project kickoff or a site survey.

As for unusual or surprising parts of the job, I have really enjoyed working with some of the PI’s I’ve fitted labs out for. The best has to be a chemist operating a biofuels testing lab, who regaled us with tales of all the times he’d blown up some glassware or singed off his eyebrows in the lab! I was a bit worried for his safety practices, though…

It varies from place to place, but the trend is away from them. I recently did a basis-of-design study for another R1 institution, and they said in no uncertain terms that they wanted to decommission the existing central system in their circa-1990 lab tower. Facilities departments often find them to be a PITA to manage and maintain, versus just requiring researchers to neutralize their acid waste before putting it down the sink, or collecting other hazardous waste to be taken away by a service

Cup sinks in fume hoods used to be more common, but as a lab planner they are pretty rare requests nowadays. If I had to guess, it’s probably to do with the move away from central acid-waste neutralization systems towards procedural controls dictating neutralization/dilution prior to disposal.

Pyrite disease! The pyrite oxidizes in humid air, converting to a mineral that takes up much more volume. If the pyrite is incorporated into the fossil matrix, that expansion causes the fossil to crumble.

As an emergency medical program maybe it’s the equivalent of an Army medic treating every complaint with 800mg ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

I’ve got two big sycamores in my front yard, and they both are currently dropping leaves the size of dinner plates in enough quantity to completely cover large portions of the yard. If I don’t rake or mulch them, they will smother whatever ground cover that’s underneath them. I know this because I tried leaving them one year and it took the next three years to get all the mud pits left behind in the spring to fill back in.

Okay, but like… Even if the decimal point is supposed to be two places over, how often is Starfleet replacing people’s shoes after they get embedded in the deck plates by a millimeter? Do the floors of transporter rooms get permanently rubberized after enough use? Does Chief O’Brien have a special floor razor tool to scrape shoes off the pad when they’re too deeply embedded to pull out?

I’m bleeding, making me the victor!

Rotovap on a flytrap.

I’ve not rewatched Voyager since its original airing, but my recollection is that they had been playing up a Seven/Doctor pairing for a while and then Chakotay just swept in out of the blue as the Designated Guy in the final episodes. I always wondered if there was pressure against pairing off the two most “synthetic” members of the crew as being too much like having them “keep to their kind?”

Colm Meaney was associated with Sinn Fein (formerly the political arm of the IRA) for a long time, so “Pro-Union Irishman” took me a minute.

The Wikipedia article for these little monsters describes the males aggressively fighting over females mid-mating, to the point of killing some as they attempt to tear them away from one another, and then squeezing the eggs out of their dead bodies to fertilize them… Gonna guess it’s the same one.

As the parent of a toddler, there have been a lot of these lately between Ukraine, Gaza, the earthquake in Turkey and any of a dozen other natural disasters and brutal wars of ethnic cleansing, and I don’t expect the pace to slow down soon.

I’m a lab planner, and sometimes getting researchers to describe what sort of containment device they need for a given process is like pulling teeth.

• Chemical fume hood? That’s a hood.
• Class II, Type B2 BSC? Also a hood.
• Class II, Type A2 BSC? Believe it not, hood.
• Laminar flow bench? Yep, that’s a hood too.
• PCR dead air box? Somehow also a hood.

Like, surely you’re not doing BSL-2 work in a LAF? Please tell me you’re not doing that.

…and that, son, is why at some point in the distant future the universe will be an undifferentiated soup of unvarying temperature, full of depleted and inert mass slowly evaporating into photons. In the end, everything you’ve ever been, ever done, and ever seen will be nothing more than a diffuse haze of light, racing unobserved and unobservable through a dead and infinite void. Any questions?

It’s the first clip in this compilation, but they’re all pretty good… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Wgwtc1U6c4

Bees are basically an introduced domesticated animal outside of Europe. Other parts of the world have their own native pollinators that are at significantly greater risk than bees, which are heavily managed and extensively studied due to their agricultural importance. For all the popular alarm over Colony Collapse Disorder, bee colony populations have been basically stable for decades and certainly haven’t seen any measurable decline in recent years.

Battletech has flamers, which are basically like if you took one of those WWII flamethrower tanks and powered it with nuclear fusion instead of napalm. The lack of a WarShip-class flamer for space combat seems like an oversight, though…

I told my wife that from a genetic standpoint starfish are disembodied heads crawling across the seafloor on their mouth, and she was so squicked out that she left the room… Which was, in fairness, my intent, so, uh… mission accomplished?