To celebrate New Year’s Eve, here’s everyone’s favorite mad inventor firing 1000 rockets off a bicycle. (For certain values of “bicycle.”)
Happy New Year!
To celebrate New Year’s Eve, here’s everyone’s favorite mad inventor firing 1000 rockets off a bicycle. (For certain values of “bicycle.”)
Happy New Year!
Proceedings of the Biannual Symposium on The Study of Things That Blow Up Real Good, including a brief history of pyrotechnics, notes toward preliminary aesthetics, comparative analysis of the pyrotechnics included in this year’s symposium, and a summation.
Fireworks are fun, so we blew lots of stuff up. Here’s a report on the stuff we blew up.
See Exhibit A for a visual breakdown of test material.
Ancient China, blah blah blah (boilerplate paragraph omitted due to researcher boredom)
The research team preferred impressive aerial displays to loud noises, so we looled for things that explode high overhead rather than big firecrackers or strings of smaller ones.
Don’t try lighting Thermite without your welder’s gloves.
A few pointers:
Last night I attended two New Year’s Eve parties, then went home to shoot off loads of fireworks (I live in unincorporated Williamson County) with Dwight, A.T, and Carol, a task made more difficult by the the high winds. (It’s been a very wet December, so there was no chance of starting wildfires.)
Quote of the evening: “How far away should we be from the thermite?”
(Yes, Dwight brought thermite. We were very careful to use a proper containment system.)
The great thing about having New Year’s Eve on Thursday is that you can stay up until 2 AM going to parties and firing off fireworks, sleep until noon, wake up, ask yourself “How much of the weekend do I have left?” and the answer is “All of it, and then some!”