1-800-CIA-TIPS is now 1-800-CHAT-GPT, sorry

yeah but key issue is - they don’t make it - they just take it from veterinary drugs. prostaglandins and steroids in particular would be very bad fit for a backyard chemistry - these are greasy, so crystallization is out, every step requires column chromatography for purification, analysis would probably include HPLC/MS just to know what’s there

the regulations you’re looking for is single payer nationalized healthare and has nothing to do with whatever compliance crimes they’re doing. GMP is fine as it is

that’s one load bearing ‘as long as’

they definitely don’t do anything close to GMP

regular 124gr 9x19mm is almost subsonic and he used heavier 147gr bullets, so i think it should work normally in regular pistol. there might be some other factors but that ammo being subsonic should be not one of them

I think the problem in this case isn’t the regulation, but that the regulation’s being managed by knobheads

this is definitely a take. have you ever heard of GMP? these rules were written in blood

they’ve made juicero of backyard chemistry. everything you can do with that bullshit jar strapped to arduino you can do with hotplate and standard glassware - and cheaper - and even more because their setup doesn’t allow you to run reflux sanely among others. putting procedures as a set of instructions for said arduino is no substitute for actual expertise. iirc their procedure for naloxone can fail in such a way that another pharmaceutical of opposite activity can be made (oxymorphone). there’s zero analysis or quality control that would catch this. they’re trying to generate synthesis pathways with ai. laufer has no actual training in chemistry, his degree is in maths and i suspect heavy case of engineer syndrome

there’s also little consideration, if any, about purification and waste management. do you feel lucky?

luigis glock jammed because parts of it were 3d-printed for example

neither have any meaningful quality control, this would get people killed if it wasn’t juicero for chemistry that it is

there’s owo in coworker and meow in homeowner

https://bsky.app/profile/edzitron.com

magic happens only once, when you don’t know how it was made to work, it’s your best result and then it’s impossible to repeat it

and then it becomes impossible to get money for periodic maintenance

half dead instance promoting crypto and with russian propaganda on main? pass

somewhere between 30 and 5 years ago there used to be a thing, a very crass irregular webcomic of extremely low quality, made by a collective that eventually boiled down to two dead inside dudes working in advertising that escaped from ideological armpit of poland into buddhism and syndicalism, and they had like 3 blogs and fb and got locked out of all of them, their badly drawn jpegs lost to link rot and inexorable passage of time

anyway, they wrote also this, machine translated:

I have an idea for all these advertising festivals. Not like now, where some fucking ghosts* get awards, which were broadcast somewhere on channel tv9 once at 25:68, created after hours by sad advertisers, who somewhere subconsciously regret finishing this ASP [Academy of Fine Arts] and have to enlarge the logo and call to action. No, my idea is for all advertisements to be broadcast at festivals. Obligatory. Every brand manager, and every advertiser who produced something in a given year - all 10, 15 thousand people will be herded into one hall, everyone will be tied to a chair, they will get a tasteful, metal harness for eyes and ears like in A Clockwork Orange and we will start.

We are running a marathon without a break for peeing. We watch all your achievements, television, radio, internet, print. New media. A radio show about urinary incontinence? There it goes, in a loop. TVC where your shitty soda is love and solves the problems of racist violence? In all versions 45, 30 and 15 seconds and the storytelling 3:20. Then a short break for advertising banners obscuring reality. Buy. Buy. Buy. Billboards on quick assembly. Yogurt that loves children. Bathroom furniture assembled on Amiga with overcompressed, screaming voiceover. Shitty content on Facebook, where brands take long-dead memes from the trash can of history and shittily stick their logos on them.

A special section where we exclusively assemble warnings consult a pharmacist and it goes at 130 dB to the entire room. With boosted treble. If you go deaf, we’ll cure you, bitch, if you faint, we’ll revive you. If you die, you win. Maybe after the awards at this festival they would think more about what they are doing. Maybe we would finally stop wondering who came first: the stupid message or the stupid recipient. Maybe there would be no one left to revive (15,000 won! for a total sum of - ).

The award would be not to “win”, but you try so hard all year long that you have no chance. #dreams.

• works that prove to you that you still have some value, and that your thinking is needed (I’ll give you a hint - it isn’t)

build without instructions

me walking around the workshop with the new apprentice:

internet funeral material