A Little Bit of Everything...

back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore

so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!

this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together

and then in the end you put it together like this!!

and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy

a close up to just... light shining through those waves, makes me feel faint with exhilaration every time

Vaccines (yay!)

Pasteurization

Implementing and enforcing food quality and sanitation standards. Did you know White Castle was called as such because their gimmic was that they continually cleaned and bleached their stores inside and out to prevent food poisoning.

The invention of antibiotics! The first sulfa drugs dropped in the 1930s-40s

Widespread access and distribution of enriched food products! Enriched flour did a lot to prevent malnutrition, and it’s how Wonderbread got its name!

We got a hell of a lot better with medical care for sick and premature infants. The first incubators for premature babies were actually used as something of a sideshow attraction at Coney Island! It was the only way the doctor who invented them could get funding to keep them running because no one thought it would work. It showed a lot of people that really premature babies could survive with the right treatment and eventually was adopted by hospitals.

The green revolution in agriculture that prevented around a billion people from starving to death

Alfred: *walking down the staircase at 12am*

*front door bangs open, Tim storms inside and slams it shut behind him angrily*

Alfred, already wary: ...everything alright, Master Tim?

Tim, instant and angry: no, no it's not alright Alfred. i secretly snuck out to a party this evening to get drunk.

Alfred:

Alfred:

Alfred: well, you got the 'secretly' aspect down to a T. how much have you drank tonight? do i need to call your father or simply get you a glass of water?

Tim: i didn't get to drink anything, i had to leave instantly.

Alfred: ...and why's that?

Tim: because Damian was already fucking there.

Alfred:

Alfred: sorry, what? Master Damian went to bed two hours ago.

Tim, hissing: no he fucking didn't.

Alfred:

Tim, irate: i walk into this college party at some rich kid's house, right? everybody's smashed, people are taking edibles in the kitchen and i'm thinking 'great, an evening where i can finally let my hair down'.

Alfred: are you sure you wish to be telling me this-

Tim: -aND THEN. AND THEN I TURN THE FUCKING CORNER. AND DAMIAN FUCKING WAYNE IS STANDING BEHIND A TABLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACKED LIVING ROOM, HEADPHONES ON, AND HE'S FUCKING DJ-ING FOR THEM.

Alfred:

Alfred, genuinely baffled: Master Damian knows how to DJ?

Tim: EXACTLY. so i fucking-, obviously, my first thoughts are 1: how did this child know about this party, and 2: how did he get here. then i spot, fucking- Jason in the garden, bottle in hand, apparently living it up to make up for being dead for a significant part of his teenage era. so that answers those two questions,

Alfred: has Damian been drinking?!

Tim, desperate: i don't- i don't think so? i was panicking! i called Dick, because i was like 'clearly Jason's gone off the rails and i need to call in the next older brother in-line', and he picks up and i tell him *puts hand up to ear as gesture* 'Damian's at a fucking college party, help me'. and Dick goes 'woah is he ok? is he drunk or something?' and i go 'no he's just fucking DJ-ing, Jason's here too', and i shit you not Dick goes 'man, that kid is so much cooler than i was at his age. sound's like Jason's supervising; let him do his thing' aND THEN HE HANGS UP ON ME?! LIKE HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT UNACCEPTABLE FOR ANYBODY ELSE HE IS THIRTEEN.

Alfred: Master Tim, i understand you are worried, but i have to wonder what you thought coming back here would accomplish rather than calling your father?

Tim: oh yeah- that would go great. 'hey Tim, what's the problem?' 'i just saw Damian at a college party.' '...and what were you doing at a college party?' yeah, no, i ain't falling for that shit. i came back to get my Red Robin suit so i can crash the party in-mask and shut it down.

Sleepy voice from above them: ...what's going on here?

Alfred and Tim: *turn to Bruce, who is watching them from the upstairs banister, looking like he just woke up*

Bruce: why are you yelling on my one night off? what's happening?

Tim, vibrating from anger: yOUR SON IS RUINING MY TEENAGE REBELLION, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING.

Tim: *storms off in the direction of the batcave*

Bruce:

Alfred:

Bruce:

Bruce: Alf-

Alfred, blank: i know absolutely nothing about any of this and refuse to get involved. *turns and leaves*

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

😞