The electromagnetic force as a sex toy

So, a short time ago, I posted about a body modification that involves implanting tiny but powerful magnets in the fingertips to give someone the ability to feel magnetic and electrical fields. As infinitely cool as this is, the downside is that the NdFeB magets used for the first handful of experiments along these lines tend to cause infection, as the body tends to corrode and destroy them.

I was talking about how amazingly cool the idea of a direct electromagnetic sense is with an old buddy of mine yesterday morning, and he pointed me to a site called Amazing Magnets. Amazing Magnets sells tiny NdFeB magnets that you can buy in lots of 100 for $5.

Now, these magnets can’t be implanted without Very Bad Things happening. However, my friend had a brilliant flash of insight: perhaps something like a cruder version of the magnetic sense could be had by taking these magnets and embedding them in a second skin of liquid latex.

And, of course, that started my thought process down the road to perversion.

Leaving aside the idea of a new sense for a moment, it seems like it might be fun to place magnets all along someone’s back, or chest, or thighs, or breasts, then cover that person in liquid latex and have some fun. A degausser or a bulk tape eraser passed a few inches over the subject’s body might produce some very…interesting sensations. Especially for a person who is blindfolded, bound, or both.

And S has some liquid latex.

I think I’m going to buy a bunch of these magnets.

Some thoughts on blowing up airplanes

So, unless you’ve been living under a rock lately, you probably already know that a bunch of British terrorists were recently arrested for plotting to blow up a bunch of airplanes bound for the US using explosives mixed together from various liquids smuggled aboard in drink bottles. In fact, even if you have been living under a rock, it’s still pretty tough to get away from all the “news” on the topic; and airlines are now banning any “liquids, gels, or creams” from being brought on board.

What you probably don’t know is that the entire plot is a load of crap that would not have worked even if the terrorists had boarded the plane.

See, here’s the thing.

Supposedly, the terrorists had planned to whip up a batch of triacetone triperoxide, a highly unstable compound that tends to go “bang” if you heat it, jar it, or look at it crosseyed. Now, this stuff is for real, and yes, it does go bang, and yes, you can mix it up from chemicals you can get fairly easily, like hydrogen peroxide and sulphuric acid. But it’s not just a question of mixing the chemicals together and making a bomb; it doesn’t work that way. physicsduck might be able to do it; a bunch of random religious fanatics without the brains to pick their noses, much less blow up a plane–not.

Synthesizing TATP takes several hours under carefully controlled conditions. If you mix it too fast, or too hot, it smells really bad and then blows up in your face, but not with very much force–you might injure yourself and if you’re remarkably clumsy you might even kill yourself, but you’re not going to bring down a plane. (Bringing down a plane is rather more difficult than people realize.) Creating enough TATP to actually blow up an airplane is not the kind of thing you can do in a makeshift lab or, say, an airplane bathroom.

That’s not the interesting part, though. Blind hysterical panic and hand-wringing over some largely illusory threat, followed by political pandering for power and stupid, pointless “security” measures that don’t actually make anyone any safer but do admirably at diverting attention from real weaknesses in airline security that’d be just too expensive to fix–none of that is interesting at all. What is interesting is triacetone triperoxide.


I like triacetone triperoxide. I like it for two reasons–first, because it belongs to a class of explosives called “entropic explosives;” and second, because it’s used to make a type of toy called a “whippersnapper”–a little twisted ball of paper about as big as your fingernail that goes bang when you throw it on the ground or step on it.

I used to buy boxes of whippersnappers when I was a kid. They’d come 25 little sperm-shaped paper snappers to a box, packaged in sawdust, and I would hide them in my sister’s room so that they’d bang when she walked into her closet or open her dresser drawer. (Yes, I was a very, very bad kid. When I got bored with that, I’d rig old-fashioned flashcubes to a battery using a variety of improvised triggers, so that there’d be this dazzling flash of light when she opened her jewelry box or otherwise least expected it…but I digress.) I haven’t seen any whippersnappers in stores in a long time, but I’m told they’re still available, only now they’re called “snap and pops” or something.

When TATP goes bang, it’s called an “entropy explosion.” I shit you not. It doesn’t explode by rapid oxidation like other explosives do, and it doesn’t produce any heat to speak of; the explosion is not vigorously exothermic, and it does not end up in an energy state that’s very much lower than the state it began in. Instead, the force of the explosion results from the very rapid (and sometimes spontaneous) decomposition of the solid to a gas. This decomposition doesn’t produce much heat, but it does liberate tremendous amounts of entropy.

Now, I have mixed feelings about entropy. But I do have to admit that the fact that you can actually make an entropy bomb is pretty damn cool.

Random musing of the day

Men and women both enjoy looking at magazines filled with photographs of scantily-clad women in sexually suggestive poses. Men want to fuck the models in the photographs; women want to be the models in the photographs.

Discuss.

Home again, home again!

Back from Gainesville, where Shelly is moving next week. We hosted a three-day housewarming party in her new, and still largely bare, apartment. The group sex was a nice touch; I think that’s an excellent way to warm a house.

I finally met Shelly’s new sweetie, and Shelly and I met his other sweeties, which was all good. We took a brief tour of the UF campus with datan0de and femetal, UF graduates the both of them, and played with all the exhibits in the physics building.

I also came back with an injury, which I lay firmly at smoocherie‘s feet. A poi-spinning injury, to be more specific. She has me hooked.

But by far the coolest thing to come out of the weekend was information about a very simple procedure which can give a person a sixth sense, courtesy of Shelly’s new sweetie, who works with giant magnets every day.


I can not express how badly I want this done.

Seriously. The English language does not have the words that can adequately convey how much I want this.

The idea is very simple. An incision is cut in the tip of a finger, and a tiny sliver of magnetized iron [Edit: actually, niobium] encased in silicone is inserted in the slit. The slit is then stitched up around it.

Result: You now have the ability to feel magnetic fields. The handful of people who have done this report they can feel whether or not an electrical wire is live, and even tell that a hard drive is about to fail. They can feel the magnetic field of a transformer on a pole or of a cell phone about to ring, and can sense the field coming from the anti-shoplifting device at a grocery store.

This. Is. So. Fucking. Cool.

Ten minutes, one stitch, and you go from having five senses to having six. Just like that. No shit, if I thought I could do it safely, I’d be tempted to do it to myself. I can not imagine anything more cool, short of, say, having the full-on cyborg gear from The Ghost in the Shell.

And it’s so easy to do. It kind of surprises me that more people don’t want it done.

Getting Off: the Quest for the Orgasm

So we’re partying at Shelly’s new pad in Gainesville, and the conversation turned (as it always does) to sex.

I’ve had a vasectomy; best $150 I’ve ever spent. Prior to that, I always relied on mechanical or hormonal birth control, and with condoms now at a buck apiece (or more!), goddamn if that doesn’t get expensive after a while. And you know, people just don’t think about the amount of money they spend every year to get off.

So, I’m curious…

Because I’m a geek, and I’m easily amused, and I don’t have enough to do as it is…

…I’ve started a new project to entertain myself. It’s a new LiveJournal, which I will be a travelogue.

Specifically, a travelogue of a first-level character who is trying to visit every zone and discover every windrider path in World of Warcraft.

Now, travelling anywhere except the newbie areas in WoW is extremely difficult, and in higher-level places it’s almost impossible for a low-level character to move more than a few feet without being killed. But none of that bothers Thark, the young and naive Orc who’s making this journey. You see, Thark is very naive, and very earnest, and he sees himself as something of an ambassador of peace for all the different people of Azeroth.

I wonder how long his naivety and his optimism will last.

The journal is at travelling_wow, and I’m already amused. 🙂 I plan to update it at leastonce a day with Thark’s journey and discoveries.

Random fun on a Saturday evening…

Last Thursday, i ate lunch in a small cafe on the first floor of the office building where I work. I ordered a tuna and cheese wrap, a SQL Server buffer overflow attack, potato salad, an F-22 Raptor, and duct tape. I didn’t get all of the things I asked for, which was unfortunate. I won’t say it ruined my lunch, exactly, but the afternoon wasn’t all I had hoped it would be.

Just for the record…

Writing 227 sex scenarios that are all unique, each of which is 150 words long or less, is more difficult and takes more time than you think.

Seriously.


And because I’m now officially sick of coding and writing action cards, and need something else to do, and Shelly is fast asleep: 22 questions meme on icons, marriage, and more, ganked from Fatesgirl

Random things ‘n’ stuff

Shelly’s got her Internet radio station playing, and a very strange mix of a VNV Nation song just came on, which reminded me I wanted to show this to datan0de:


I’ve been head-down in a major rewrite of my sex game Onyx for the past several weeks, and have had time for nothing–I mean nothing–else. I’ve fallen into the habit of bringing my laptop with me on my lunch break every day and coding while I’m eating.

The downside is that I’ve been having conversations like this lately:

Shelly: I’m horny!
Me: Can’t sleep…can’t eat…can’t fuck…must….code!

The upside is that the game is turning out major kick-ass, and is so much better than the current version that I’m almost embarrassed by the current version. (By the way, datan0de, I’ve implemented all of your suggestions from your last round of alpha testing, and found the crashing bug you reported… I have a new build ready for testing if you guys are up for it!)


It’s been almost five years since the last time I worked on Onyx, and I have piles and piles of small pocket-sized spiral notebooks (some of which date back to 1993) filled with notes, ideas, game actions, kinky sex ideas, and so on all pertaining to the game. I dug them out and have been flipping through them as I work, and I’ve found all kinds of things scribbled in the margins that don’t have any bearing on Onyx at all but must’ve caught my attention:

Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

The secret to a great friendship is to have lots of fears in common.

Feminists fuck better.

People who make their own beds seldom want to sleep in them.

Every man is the creature of the age in which he lives; very few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time.
–Voltaire

Belief in a cruel God makes a cruel man.


Today, we’re taking some time off to go to Busch Gardens. When we get back, time to code some more.