Here is a Science fair project presented by a girl in a secondary school in Sussex . In it she took filtered water and divided it into two parts. The first part she heated to boiling in a pan on the stove, and the second part she heated to boiling in a microwave. Then after cooling she used the water to water two identical plants to see if there would be any difference in the growth between the normal boiled water and the water boiled in a microwave. She was thinking that the structure or energy of the water may be compromised by microwave. As it turned out, even she was amazed at the difference, after the experiment which was repeated by her class mates a number of times and had the same result.
It has been known for some years that the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about, it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it.
Microwaves don’t work different ways on different substances. Whatever you put into the microwave suffers the same destructive process. Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster. This movement causes friction which denatures the original make-up of the substance. It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.
So the body wraps it in fat cells to protect itself from the dead food or it eliminates it fast. Think of all the Mothers heating up milk in these ‘Safe’ appliances. What about the nurse in Canada that warmed up blood for a transfusion patient and accidentally killed him when the blood went in dead. But the makers say it’s safe. But proof is in the pictures of living plants dying!
NO, YOU PIG-IGNORANT ASSWIPES.
SOME KID’S CLASS PROJECT IS NOT REAL SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH. YOU’VE HEARD OF “DOUBLE BLIND”, RIGHT? CALL ME WHEN IT’S PUBLISHED IN NATURE.
the structure or energy of the water
what the fuck does that even mean you realize that a water molecule is made up of three fucking atoms and if you rearrange it it isn’t water anymore and you would fucking notice
the problem with microwaved anything is not the radiation people used to worry about
Here is a handy diagram I drew of all the different types of radiation:
Microwaves != nuclear reactors, so calm your tits.
it’s how it corrupts the DNA in the food so the body can not recognize it
…do you understand what DNA is and how eating works? DNA is a jumble of protein in the middle of each cell and it tells the cells in that particular organism how to make more cells. Your body does not care about whether your food has any DNA in it or not. The chemicals it cares about are things like vitamins and sugars, as well as inorganic shit like salt.
(You can denature DNA by heating it or using chemicals like urea. It is like what happens when you fry an egg, which is basically a big glob of protein—the strands break apart and it looks like tiny white strings. Very cool.)
Microwaves agitate the molecules to move faster and faster.
I…just…that is the fucking definition of heat, whether you’re heating something over a flame or in a microwave or using the Sun. The difference is that microwaves mostly affect the water molecules in your food and they don’t need to use as much heat. Water boils at 100°C, which is just about as hot as water can get before it just turns into steam; but that’s like the lowest setting on your oven. Oven- or stove-cooked food tastes different partly because it uses higher temperatures and partly because heat is transferred in a different way.
This movement causes friction
That’s not what friction is.
It results in destroyed vitamins, minerals, proteins and generates the new stuff called radiolytic compounds, things that are not found in nature.
Let’s take these one at a time.
- Vitamins are classified as water-soluble or fat-soluble. So cooking things in water will dissolve the water-soluble vitamins (C and all the B’s). Just plain heat doesn’t do that, so microwaving veggies—which keeps the water in—is actually a healthier option.
- Proteins: Breaking the chemical bonds in proteins (denaturing) is a part of any cooking. However, denatured protein is still nutritious—that’s why you can meet your protein intake with foods like fried eggs and baked chicken.
- Minerals are just chemical elements, like off the periodic table—sodium, iron, potassium. (Vitamins and proteins are very complex combinations of elements.)
Which brings me to the “radiolytic compound” bullshit. When you talk about breaking apart, say, iron—you’re talking about breaking down the iron atoms themselves. Which is a whole lot different than breaking the bonds between atoms. It takes hella radiation. You need shit like gamma rays—the OOOH SCARY NUCULAR radiation—which we’ve already established do not come from your microwave.
things that are not found in nature
What the shit does that even mean? You all know radioactive elements occur in nature, right? In rocks and also in living cells. That’s right, you have this radioactive kind of carbon INSIDE YOU. You get it by eating those delicious plants. We can tell how long ago something died by how much of it is left.
Tons of shit that occurs naturally is horribly bad for you. And tons of shit that never existed until we cooked it up is great for you—like the chemical compounds in a lot of medications.
PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE THIS SHIT ARE WHY CHILDHOOD DISEASES THAT CAUSED SERIOUS ILLNESSES AND/OR DEATH THAT WE NEARLY ERADICATED WITH VACCINES ARE NOW COMING BACK AND WHY CONSPIRACY THEORIST TWATS ARE ASKING CITY COUNCIL NOT TO FLUORIDATE THE WATER AND WHY GLOBAL WARMING WILL WRECK OUR FUCKING PLANET.
LERN 2 SCIENCE. Think before you reblog. And microwave your veggies.
Bless this takedown of a bullshit reblog.
It’s interesting to me how much Supernatural changed from the first season to the second. Dean has the focus now instead of Sam. I wonder what the show could be preparing me for.
((trying not connect the fact that all screens she has seen with Cas have no Sam and what that means))
When I listen to music, I make up music videos in my head to go with them. Lately it has been mass effect videos. I want to recreate them with my beautiful video editing software but I have no clips to edit from. Sigh. Anyone know of there is a place that I could snag footage from without people getting their panties in a twist?
100 images meme
Kaidan Alenko ✧ 12/100I am loving these images, but it also is like a guessing game to me since I instantly try to place when these things occur… I’m drawing a blank, when was this? Also, did you do anything to get hi-res textures? I feel like mine are always shittier in-game compared to how these look…
That’s the “oh shit! Gonna crash!IhateitwhenSheparddrives!!” face from Priority:Citadel. Someone was using mods to have Kaidan as a party member early.
This scene is hilarious with Liara. I picture her going, “TRUCK!TRUCK!”
Fair warning, I will punch the next person who goes “nyah nyah Revan is canon male so get over it” in the fucking head. Revan was handled fucking terribly in SWTOR… just another reason to pretend that shit was a dream, or alternate universe or something. Headcanon is far superior to Bioware-canon in this instance.
Same here. MaleRevan being canon doesn’t magically make his romance with Bastila better. FemRevan and Carth was the best bit of video game romance in ages. Still holds up.
Becoming A Sports Fan Without Groping A Hooters Waitress
The day after the Superbowl, I was waiting in line at the bank. In front of me was a gentleman giving his play-by-play analysis of the game, though I doubted his expertise, since he looked like he might actually get tired while putting his shoes on. I’m sure this lasted for 20-30 seconds, but to me, it felt like I was standing there for an hour. When he was done, the teller, who I’m pretty sure never asked him about the game, asked what he was going to do now that football season is over. He responded, with a little too much pride, “I’ll watch basketball!” and he quickly left, I assume because he had a busy day of sitting at the bar of a nearby Applebee’s.
Bell Car Hungry is my new name for NASCAR fans. Just saying.
Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.
I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.
Reblogging because my husband hates birds.
(Source: tubaeric)
- Zooey Deschanel: Is that rain?
- Siri: What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
- Zooey Deschanel: Let's get tomato soup delivered!
- Siri: ...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
- Zooey Deschanel: Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
- Siri: Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
- Zooey Deschanel: Remind me to clean up.
- Siri: Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
- Zooey Deschanel: Tomorrow.
- Siri: I'm in hell. This is hell.
- Zooey Deschanel: Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
- Siri: I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
- Zooey Deschanel: Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
- Siri: I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
- Zooey Deschanel: *dances*
- Siri: Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
Purpose Beyond Revenge: Chapter One
Re-working my old (nearly 6 years old!) KOTOR fanfics. Since I can’t figure out how to edit these on kotorfanmedia.net, I decided to move them here, where I can edit to my heart’s content. Feel free to leave me notes on these. I am always open to critique. =)
Purpose Beyond Revenge was a WIP of the events in KOTOR from Carth’s POV. It jumps around a bit, mostly to avoid dragging the reader through a re-hash of events that actually occurred in-game. I only published four chapters, with about two in Editing Purgatory. Mayhaps they will actually see the light of day here on tumblr, eh?
There was no life in the apartment overlooking the skyline of Coruscant. There was a man, but there was no life, just existence. No noise came from the holovid, no light seeped from under the doors, and no sounds of movement. Nothing at all indicated that someone lived there. The air within the apartment was dark and heavy, a feeling that was reflected by the man sitting in the sill of the open window. He looked down at the sprawling metropolis and the bustling life and noise just echoed against him. He was empty. No matter how many bottles of Corellian whiskey he went through, nothing within him stirred.
There was no slurred speech, no stumbling about, or fevered ranting. No matter how many glasses he poured, there was no effect. They didn’t fill the hole aching inside him, did nothing to cool the smoldering anger. There was just emptiness, where life used to be. Carth Onasi was a shell of a man.
His skin was slick with the alcohol-induced fever that he didn’t feel as he continued to stare out his lonely apartment window. It had been days since he had eaten anything with real substance, and it seemed as though he had spent just as long contemplating in the window. There were no thoughts of suicide filling him, just an aching emptiness. Beyond that emptiness was a slow, smoldering anger, one that Carth had long learned to suppress. It was that cold beast that got him placed on an ‘extended leave of absence’ from the Republic Admiralty. It was the beast in his belly that caused him to try and hijack a Republic Starship with the intention of ramming it down that “schutta Saul’s throat”.
It hadn’t been pretty, when they dragged him away spitting and cursing like a feral cat. He hadn’t been drunk but the brass had him sleep it off in the Republic brig. He had been told to go home and rest. In other words, stop making a nuisance of himself before he did something that caught the attention of the news-vids. There was no rest for him though. His only purpose was revenge, and it seemed he would never get that revenge. Until his holo-vid rang.
It took him several minutes to register the noise; he had almost forgotten what it sounded like. He hastened to put several empty bottles out of view of the screen before he placed himself before it, unconsciously standing at military rest.
The screen flickered to life and the image of an older woman wavered before him, even though the image was solid blue he recognized her and her Republic uniform immediately. There was a slight stirring of excitement in his breast, and he quickly squashed it down. No reason to raise his hopes for nothing.
“Greetings, Admiral Dodonna,” Carth answered, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“A little of this a little of that, how are you holding up?” The older woman’s eyes misted with pity, Carth hated that look. He always got that look from everyone. He was beginning to hate their sympathy, and it never did anything to ease the ache within.
“About as well as can be expected, Admiral,” he responded stiffly, feeling that familiar void of emotion pass over him. It made it easier to handle empty condolences and reassures of ‘It is the way of the Force,’ that offered him no comfort.
“I see. Well, I know you know me well enough to tell this isn’t a social call.”
“I gathered as much from the uniform, Dodonna. Social calls don’t usually involve full dress. Especially this time of night.
A real smile passed across Dodonna’s face, “Yes, I should have known that I couldn’t get anything past Carth Onasi. To get straight to the point, because I know how you like to be direct: you’ve been reactivated.”
That cold anger uncoiled in his gut and grumbled at him like a hungry beast, “Reactivated?”
“Yes, we have a mission for you. The Republic has granted a command ship to Jedi Council. They’re conducting some sort of scouting mission, and we’re providing personnel for them. We want you there in an advisory position to their Commander.”
“A scouting mission?” Carth furrowed his brow in confusion, “So why do they need Republic assistance?”
“The Jedi in charge of the mission is Jedi Bastila.”
The beast within him was growling now, its cold anger creeping through his veins and warmed him to his core. Bastila and her Battle Meditation. Being around Bastila would bring fighting. Fighting would mean Sith. Sith meant Saul. That desire for revenge tore through him, singing promises to him that he struggled to hide from Dodonna.
For a long moment he just stared at Dodonna. When he spoke, his voice rumbled like an oncoming storm.
“Where do I report?”
*****************
There were voices… and there was blackness surrounding her, choking her, and she didn’t have a name… This realization struck her more than the aching cold darkness she was floating in….”Why don’t I have a name?” She thought and the whispers grew louder, “If they would shut up long enough I could remember…”
The voices grew, and her head ached. Their soft cadence stabbed into her mind… probing and searching…the buzz grew louder and she clapped her hands over her ears to keep them out.
“STOP IT!” she screamed into the void, the echo coming back and knocking her to her knees. Part of her was amused, how can she fall to her knees if there is nothing to stand on?
This is the only way, I FEEL it.
The voices were clearer now, but they still hurt… molten carbonite being poured through her ears and into her mind…freezing and burning at the same time, acid coursing down the invisible channels of her mind.
What if it just brings the Dark Lord back?
There must be another way…
Whatever it was, she didn’t care. She just wanted them to leave her alone. Whatever they were talking about, she had nothing to do with it. Didn’t she?
This is our only hope. I can handle it. I swear to you. Give me a chance.
The conviction in that voice tightened around her, possessive and tight, crushing her with an almost physical vice. It hurts to breathe… and my head… why are they in my head?
Very well, and remember what she was, what she could become again. Do not let her fall again. Be always mindful of the Path of the Dark Side. Once you start down the Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destinies.
The void opened, and she saw light. It pulled to her. It promised her no more voices and no more pain. She would be able to breathe again. She struggled towards that light like a drowning man floundering to break to the surface of water.
Suddenly, without warning, the light streaked forward, blurring together like star lines in hyperspace. It blinded her, and tears stung her eyes as she was thrust forward….
What was my name? Images rushed at her too quickly to comprehend, filling her until she was overflowing, her mind full of their heady scents and sensations. What was her name? The voices in her head sang out in unison.
You are Koren Renata.
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I would rather be buffing the floors of a Rancor pit than be here right now. Being back on board a command ship wasn’t the dream he was hoping it to be, although he felt more alive these past few weeks than he had in over two years. His constant source of irritation: Bastila Shan. Bastila had to be the most annoying Jedi that Carth had ever met. If he had known what he was signing up for, he would’ve run for the hills.
Babysitting a prideful Jedi was the last thing on his list of ‘fun things to do.’ She was headstrong, and while she was in charge of the Endar Spire, she had no head for strategy or military thinking. Bastila just ordered everyone around and glowered when it took too long or they didn’t understand her. She was very young as well, and for some reason it made her ‘immortality and know-it-all’ attitude of youth insufferable. Carth was on board in an advisory position, but any advice he tried to give her was greeted with disdain.
As she kept clamoring on at the rear of the bridge to her Jedi entourage, Carth was beginning to think she was vying for a position as the most annoying human being as well. Barely covering a grimace, Carth leaned over his; no he corrected himself, Bastila’s Navigator. “How are we doing, Lieutenant? Still on course for Dantooine?’
“Everything is in the green, Captain Onasi,” Lieutenant Jaris glanced at Carth expectantly, “We should be there within 6 hours. Give or take.”
“Good. If I have to hear ‘I am certain the Jedi Council would not agree’ one more time, I might have to hurt someone, and I don’t care if they carry a lightsaber.”
Carth was rewarded with several snickers that were quickly covered by fits of coughing and he felt slightly better. Now if I could only do something about this thrice-damned headache.
“Captain Onasi,” his headache called, and Carth straightened with a groan before turning to face Bastila.
“Yes, Jedi Bastila?”
“Are you certain that we’re on the most direct course for Dantooine?”
How can she make the word ‘direct’ so coarse and pompous sounding? “Well, if by most ‘direct’ you mean ‘safest,’ then yes we are.” Carth clasped his hands behind his back in military rest to hide the fists he was making.
Bastila closed the distance across the Bridge of the Endar Spire in long, graceful strides, her entourage several paces behind her. They made it look choreographed, they must practice it in that Academy of theirs. Bastila stopped in front of him, scrunching her face like she had stepped in bantha droppings. That headache was throbbing now, and Carth had a feeling it was a few words from a full-blown migraine.
“We were ordered to report immediately to Dantooine,” Bastila had a nice voice, melodious, it was a shame it didn’t match her personality. “I’m sure the Jedi Council would not agree with us taking unnecessary detours.”
More coughing. Out of Carth’s peripheral vision, he noticed several quickly lowered heads.
Yep, it’s a migraine. “Jedi Bastila,” Carth mentally counted to ten, she was just a kid after all, yelling wouldn’t help anything, “I know I am here purely in an advisory role, but I fail to see how flying into known Sith space will make our trip any safer. We’re over-staffed and loaded down with civilians. I am not going to put their lives in danger so you can speak to the Jedi Council in person a few hours earlier. Especially when a coded message would be much faster than flying close to the enemy.” He added snidely.
Bastila’s eyes flashed, and he could tell he hit a nerve, “Captain Onasi, if we may talk privately.”
“Am I going to get some answers?”
‘We must talk. Privately.” She turned on her heel and called back over her shoulder with a tone in her voice that boded no arguments, “And change our course. We must not delay.”
Carth nodded to Jaris, who began re-entering coordinated in the navi-computer. Carth could already feel the Endar Spire making course adjustments by the time he reached the corridor.
About damn time I got some answers around here. It had taken far too long for the Jedi to come clean with this ‘top-secret’ mission of theirs. All he knew is that it involved Bastila, the Republic’s most important weapon in this war. So there was no way this was simply a ‘scouting mission.’ There were plenty of scouting missions in deployed right now.
No need for more with a ship as heavily staffed as this one, and certainly no call for possibly the most important Jedi alive today to be there with her entourage. Dodonna was very closed-lipped about what sort of mission the Jedi were on. He didn’t think it was an issue of her not telling him everything, but rather the Jedi not telling her everything. He had known Dodonna longer than that, and she wouldn’t let him fly in the blind, and the fact that the Jedi Council was willing to do so with so many Republic citizens had put him on his guard ever since he read the manifest.
Too many people, most of them untrained, and the Endar Spire not the right kind of ship for flying into Sith-patrolled space without a much larger escort. The extra crew made them suspicious. They were manned like they were headed for the front lines, but with no weapons to use once they got there. Compound that to the fact that Bastila had been ordering them to orbit planets he knew to be under Sith surveillance… she was looking for something, that much he was certain of.
Or maybe she was trying to draw something out. Using the Spire as bait. That would be crazy, even for the Jedi. There is no way they would dangle themselves out like a carrot without some kind of back up. There is no trap without the snare, after all.
Only thing that was clear is that she was going to get them all killed before she found what she was looking for. It was all too confusing. He had tried diplomacy, maybe switching tactics had finally helped. As he followed Bastila to the Captain’s quarters, Carth sincerely hoped their upcoming conversation would help ease his tension headache. Somehow, he couldn’t trust that he was going to get good news.
Eternal Sunbeam from Shining Force by Masahiko Yoshimura.
A Series of Nerd Lullabies
The Political, Aspie Fangirl: sageoflogic replied to your post: And now I’m overthinking Mass Effect...
sageoflogic replied to your post: And now I’m overthinking Mass Effect and reproduction, too.
It might depend on how saturated the parent’s bodies are. Like just growing to term in Fem-Shep’s womb might give enough exposure to Element Zero to give the child biotics. But I…
According to the wiki, the eezo exposure causes node growth in the cerebral cortex that makes biotics possible. Who is to say that mutation isn’t genetic for biotics? It certainly is for Asari and the Krogan.
Mayhaps biotics are the next stage of human evolution.
/Magneto
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