healthierScowl: A while ago.
healthierScowl: Halloween, I think.
meddlingGeminiform: Terrified now.
healthierScowl: It’s fine. He’s too busy playing with fire to bother with swords right now.
healthierScowl: Until he combines the two.
meddlingGeminiform: Not reassured.
healthierScowl: That’s probably for the best.
if you’re ever thinking that your hometown is more interesting than boston,
remember that two million gallons of molasses once flooded our streets and injured or killed nearly two hundred people
My apartment in the North End had molasses damage in the basement.
I’m reminded of the Great Seattle syrup spill of 1947, in which local business magnate Ivar Haglund, The Prince of Corn, rushed out to the spill site equipped with pancakes and hip waders. Thankfully there were no casualties.
Oh, gosh. :D Thank you, anon, that is awfully sweet of you, but you might knock classy off that equation if you saw me after a couple of drinks, convinced that my purpose on earth is to drunkenly explain cell biology to an equally inebriated individual.
I’m not even a cell biologist, anon.
…oddly enough, I was attempting the exact same thing this past Friday night.
So how’d that work out for you?
I refer you to this graph: