Oww. We were a bit more mythbusters, but still very unappreciative of the forces we were playing with.
When I was a kid, my uncle absolutely shredded his kids’ plastic playplace (his kids, my cousins, were accomplices rather than victims). But those holes were 6 inches circular and even broke some chunks of brick wall (less impressive).
I evolved it to pneumatic with my friends, and frankly that scared the crap out of us more. In retrospect, must have felt sort of like the uneasiness of being on the Titan. At any moment pressure could have instantly exploded us. Eyes, guts, something bad.
However, it was totally kosher! ;p We had denim jeans and duct tape around the combustion/compression chamber, like the internet said.
I think my friend claimed he smoked banana peel from the Anarchist’s Cookbook around the same time. True science, really.
(Haha… it was scary as hell, and we stopped after a few weeks of terrifying afterschool experiments. The banana kid also claimed he was making a nuclear weapon after stealing plutonium from “this science guy’s house”)
PS: none of us ever wore safety glasses. Dumb luck, emphasis on dumb.
When I was a kid, my uncle absolutely shredded his kids’ plastic playplace (his kids, my cousins, were accomplices rather than victims). But those holes were 6 inches circular and even broke some chunks of brick wall (less impressive).
I evolved it to pneumatic with my friends, and frankly that scared the crap out of us more. In retrospect, must have felt sort of like the uneasiness of being on the Titan. At any moment pressure could have instantly exploded us. Eyes, guts, something bad.
However, it was totally kosher! ;p We had denim jeans and duct tape around the combustion/compression chamber, like the internet said.
I think my friend claimed he smoked banana peel from the Anarchist’s Cookbook around the same time. True science, really.
(Haha… it was scary as hell, and we stopped after a few weeks of terrifying afterschool experiments. The banana kid also claimed he was making a nuclear weapon after stealing plutonium from “this science guy’s house”)
PS: none of us ever wore safety glasses. Dumb luck, emphasis on dumb.