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WATCH OUT FOR THAT-- oh man, sorry about that particle beam, Anatoli.

Posted by Kristen Selleck on February 25, 2011 at 1:49 AM Comments comments (1)

Anatoli Bugorski-- proving that Russians are so effing hardcore that they will facebutt a particle beam.

 


This is just one of those wierd true things that you want to know about... trust me!

 


In 1978, soviet scientist Anatoli Bugorski was eating a taco bell beefy five-layer burrito, when a dollop of seasoned ground beef-like material and sour cream, dripped into the particle accelerator.  Thinking quickly, Anatoli stuck his head into the accelerator, (no, not really, he was checking some kind of failed mechanism).  What followed was later described by Anatoli as a 'flash brighter than a thousand suns' as the proton beam, traveling close to the speed of light, pierced through his face and out the back of his head.

 


Amazingly, he reported that he felt no pain.  He was taken to a clinic in Moscow so that doctors could observe his expected demise.  After absorbing (reportedly) several hundred times the amount of radiation it would take to kill a person, they expected the end to come quickly.  However, no one remembered to tell Anatoli to die, so instead of keeling over he got up and had a sandwich. He's still living.  And except for some seizures and a partial paralysis of his face, he still enjoys physics and taco bell.

 


This is all true, you can wiki it.  It may be hard to visualize how someone could stick their head in a particle accelerator, but it was Soviet Russia.  It was probably made out of refridgerator magnets and duct tape and powered by a monkey on a bicycle, so safety restrictors?  Forget about it, Vladimir.  

 


On an interesting sidenote, another effect of the accident was a bizarre change to his appearance.  When one looks directly at Mr. Bugorski, the right side of his face has the normal, wrinkled appearance of an elderly man, while the left side of his face is apparently 'frozen in time' and hasn't aged a day since the accident. 

 


Now I'm an evil scientist, so your line of thought might not travel the same direction as mine, but to me this poses several interesting scenarios.  First, we might finally be able to rid the world of Zombie Joan Rivers (we might be able to convince her to stick her face in a particle accelerator.  I mean so far, the survival rate is 100%, (we're one for one)) Second, what if we did convince Zombie Joan Rivers to stick her head in there, and instead of her head exploding, dying of radiation poisoning, or just gaining the ability to keep a youthful appearance without surgery-- what if she gained super powers?  What if she became a flying Joan Rivers with eyes that shot lazers?  Third, do you think the other scientists ever refered to him as Two-face?  "Holy Sputnik, someone call Batman, Two-face has escaped Arkham Asylum again and-- ohhhhh, snap, sorry Anatoli."

 


At any rate, it's another interesting tidbit that you can bring out at random times to impress less informed people.

The Knocking Neighbor...

Posted by Kristen Selleck on December 30, 2010 at 11:07 AM Comments comments (0)

     Getting back to being 'writerly' for just a moment here.  The thought occurred to me recently: Why do I waste my time this way?  Why write? Yes, of course the simplest answer is because I have to, or I need to, but the root of that is for the simple reason that an entire town's worth of characters live in my head. (Yes, I know, that doesn't surprise most of you, heh.)

    They're not all originals either.  Some are.  Some citizens of my head are my own inventions, but not most.  Most of them are the product of living in so many places, and never turning down an adventure.  Most of these characters are real people who I've known, however briefly.  It just happens I attract strange people.  No one ever comes up to me and asks for the time.  No, the only strangers who come up to me usually want to know if I believe in aliens, have one dollar and twenty-seven cents, or if they can get a ride to Chicago. (Yes, yes and Hell YES!"(no... >sigh< yes.))

     So in the interest of bettering my work, I've decided to try to write something everyday. I know very well I won't be able to force myself to work on the MS for every one of the 365 days, so I think a good exercise might be choosing a character from the random character files, and writing something about them.  Some of them I'll share on the blog, some will go in the drawer.  My first character is one of the real ones...

   My junior year of college, I had, for the first and only time, my own apartment.  The Oakridge complex was built in the early seventies and had never been renovated.  That meant yellow appliances, dark wood, and a funky gypsy-looking chandelier.  The complex was square and four stories high, each of the apartment doors facing an open central courtyard, which no one ever used. It was quiet.  Except for my neighbor.

   He didn't go to college at MSU like everyone else.  He was a musician and I never really saw him because he kept odd hours... but I heard him all the time.  Always through the wall.  My bedroom/living area shared a wall with what must have been his freaking recording studio. Late at night, I could hear something played, I'm guessing 'recorded', and then played back over and over.  Some of it was kind of hip-hop, some of it was kind of rock.  Guitar, drums (drum machine?), keyboard - he had a lot of equipment over there.  Most of the time I ignored it.  I usually fell asleep with the TV on anyway, so the noise didn't bother me.  Once in ahile, when I was studying usually, I'd tap lightly on the wall. He would always turn it down.

     One night it was silent next door.  It was late, and I was laying on my bed, on my stomach, studying.  I was absorbed in some kind of chemistry problem, and didn't notice that I was swinging a foot so that it bumped against the wall continously.  It was a while before I even noticed that, next door, someone began tapping back, every time my foot hit the wall.  I stopped.  So did they.  I tapped twice more. They tapped twice.  Then, next-door tapped out a simple rythmn.  I tapped it back.  That was it for that night.

     But the next night, he did it again - tapping a rythmn on the wall at like two in the morning while I was laying in bed staring at the ceiling.  I raised a hand to the wall, and tapped it back.  It just became this wierd thing we'd do. At odd hours, could be two in the afternoon or five in the morning, one or the other of us would tap, and if they other side was there, they'd tap back.

     Then one night he tapped three times - urgently- by this I mean staccato taps.  I tapped back and then heard nothing.  Complete silence...and then... he began to play the Pixies song, Where is My Mind? on his guitar.  How do I explain how flattering and odd that is?  If I had to pick, I'd say it's my favorite song, and my favorite band.  That means he had to be listening, and not just listening, but really paying attention.  It's not like I played it over and over again every day.   But I probably listened to the Pixies more than other bands, and I know that I can reallllly get into it when I'm singing along with Where is My Mind, soooo.....

     And if there was ever a time, for me to go outside, knock on his door, and introduce myself... that would have been it.  But I didn't.  I had a boyfriend.  Tapping on the wall wasn't anywhere near that line you're not supposed to cross.  Going next door after his performance would have been.

   Besides, it was awkward without a wall between us.  I did run into him a few times.  Sometimes I'd catch him up in the middle of the day, standing outside his apartment with another dude having a smoke. He'd grin or wink usually.  Sometimes he's say, "Hi Kris".  I never did introduce myself.  Testiment to how thin the walls were, because I knew his name as well.  One time he came outside while I was unlocking my door and sheepishly handed me a cd without a case.

   "It's my demo" he explained, unecessarily.

   "Tee-hee" -this from me.

   And that's really all there is, besides this one time where I invited him to a kegger at my aparment, and he showed up with an entire posse of guys completely wasted, but that's another story.

    I think he's a stand-out citizen in Kristopia.  He'd make for a good romantic involvement for a female protagonist somewhere, or maybe he's be the accident, I don't know.  He's on a backburner for right now, but I'll get to him.