I've always put metal in the microwave. Downside is that it gets really hot and makes food around the metal taste bad. I'm sure if you filled one to the brim with metal spoons and some chunks of an engine block, it would fuck some shit up. But anything in large doses will screw with any system. Dependent factors are edge cases.

Dude, no way! Metal in microwave shall most surely fuck up the interior and perhaps start a fire or cause a chort....dependent factors include duration of course, metal introduced, the unit's manufacturing material, and amperage.
The more amperage the better yer chance o' damage.
Just dig the flashy-flamey dance when he turns it on...it gets better!

Well, I'm exhausted. Can't tell you how many times I thought my food was done in the microwave.

http://videosift.com/pets/video/Cat-vs-Tin-Foil

Cat loses against Microwave too, I should think...

"Cat, tin foil, microwave" makes the most sense to me.

Microwaves are non-ionizing radiation, lower frequency than Infrared even...no significan shielding required

This is a great find-(don't forget to vote for your own embed) The first microwaves were heavier and bulkier than most refrigerators of the time. Hate to imagine the shielding tech back then....probably at least 100 kg of lead!

I don't like the new traps with that plastic fake cheese pressure plate. The older style small metal strip got the little bastards lined up in the middle of the trap better, had fewer "sprung trap, no mouse" incidents, and seemed to have a better hair-trigger. Plus, it was easier to get my favorite bait (chocolate chip microwaved for a few seconds) firmly lodged in there.

On the downside I guess, I don't think I can ever recall that older style trap getting me a twofer...

Yup ... definitely been standing too close to the microwave for far too long!

>> ^renatojj:

I'm guessing you'd have to add some water to "freshen" petrified twinkies in a microwave. They'd still be rotten though.


Personally I would just put them in a blender and snort the dust in my nose. The twinkie high is better that way.

I'm guessing you'd have to add some water to "freshen" petrified twinkies in a microwave. They'd still be rotten though.

'Only been doing dots regularly in the last decade. I have ventured into many art genres over the years.
>> ^chingalera:

>> ^dotdude:
If the original description says what needs to be said, I see no point in trying to reinvent the wheel.

That coming from an artist whose recurring spark of imagination has been firing dots for the past half century....( < there's a few more for ya!)
A combination of laziness and a creative decaying orbit brought on by societal demands on the psyche. Not everyone can be funny, clever, entertaining with words, or enthusiastic for life when free-will be continually usurped and wage-slavery robs energy and time.
Pay your taxes, obey the laws, and microwave your dinners, copycatz!!!

A few seconds in the microwave will freshen those "petrified" Twinkies right up.

>> ^dotdude:

If the original description says what needs to be said, I see no point in trying to reinvent the wheel.


That coming from an artist whose recurring spark of imagination has been firing dots for the past half century....( < there's a few more for ya!)
A combination of laziness and a creative decaying orbit brought on by societal demands on the psyche. Not everyone can be funny, clever, entertaining with words, or enthusiastic for life when free-will be continually usurped and wage-slavery robs energy and time.

Pay your taxes, obey the laws, and microwave your dinners, copycatz!!!

>> ^Sagemind:

America is supposed to be that wonderland that everyone aspires to become - only it isn't.
The people around the world still hold on to that idea. By asking them to vote - they would project their vision of the ideal country upon the USA, instead of having the already jaded and defeated population do the voting.
It's always easier to see something from the outside.


The "jaded and defeated population" don't vote.

I can get a BBQ meatball sandwich delivered to my house if'n I don't feel like bothering with putting my shoes on. Just about any kind of food I desire is available to me. When I'm feeling olympic and must forage for food, I have my choice of 6 large chain grocery stores within three miles of my home. I have a car. I can go anywhere I please in this country without fear. I have 240 channels (60 HD) on my television. There's a convenience store two minutes in every direction from just about every square foot of this country (seemingly). I can hike in the wilderness far from "civilization" and not have to worry about bandits or terrorists, and because I have the entire fricking world in the palm of my hand, I'll never get lost. I don't have a computer. I have four computers with high speed access. I have running water; hot water on tap, a microwave, and more goddamn dishes and silverware and towels and t-shirts than any one person should ever need. I can go see the Blazers play, watch live jazz, a choice of music festivals during the spring and summer, live theater, short trip west to the beautiful Oregon coast, or trip south for the Timber Festival or one of several plays in Ashland at the Shakespearean Festival. When I opt to go see a movie over reading any damn book in the world on my Kindle, there's seven movie theaters in my area, and I can even afford the insane prices for soda and Raisenets. Education opportunities abound here, regardless of your age or income. You can learn how to fly a plane at several local small airports, or jump out of one. I have a "headphone drawer".

I make less money than the average American, and I'm RICH, and thankful that I was so damn lucky to be born in the United States of Wonderland.