Titanium dioxide breaks down smog particles in the air, and students in the US have shown that in one year, one roof coated in it can break down the smog from a car that’s driven 17,000 km(10,500 miles). And every day, 21 tonnes of smog could be eliminated by one million treated roofs.
Kawai Tam, Chun-Yu “Jimmy” Liang, Jessica Moncayo, Edwin Rodriguez, Carlos Espinoza, Kelly McCoy, David Cocker and Louis Lancaster. From UC Riverside. Not just “Engineering students”.
I haven’t been online for almost a week. I come back to the internet today, and first thing I see is that Demore Barnes just accepted the Icebucket Challenge and tagged Michael Irby to take the challenge next!
Here’s the link to the video
I see I picked the perfect day to get back into things, omg! :D
Some full body shots of what I have so far for Fem!Kennex
I’m relatively close to being finished, just a few things need to be replaced/touched up and I’ll be ready for Dragon*con
Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.
these are both amazing and COMPLETELY TERRIFYING
What the D:
i have been seeing a lot of different links for different places to donate for bail and legal fees, but i haven’t been able to find anything on whether or not the funds have actually been going towards helping out the people of ferguson so
if you know of any more please add and spread them and if in doubt remember to google first
This is adorable! I assume Travis would also be blown away by Wes’ secret skills.
He gets super competitive after he finds out Wes plays opposite faction. Wes is rusty at first but then he starts kicking Travis’ ass and Travis demands he get a faction change pronto so they can start playing TOGETHER instead.
"Why should I be the one to change factions? Clearly I’m the superior player, YOU need ME."
"Are you kiddin’ me, Wes? You can’t do everything alone, you know. I already have a guild in my faction that DEPENDS on my AWESOMENESS. You should be HONORED that I’d invite you to join our ranks."
Wes and Alex used to play the same MMO together in their free time that Travis plays with Kendall. He quit during the Anthony Padua case and hasn’t played since. But after he and Travis get together, he sees Travis playing it sometimes and realizes he misses it, so he starts playing again - much to Travis’ surprise and delight (until he realizes Wes used to play the opposite faction, of course he did).
"You ever wanted to be Superman when you were a kid?" Dorian asks absently, staring up at John’s bedroom ceiling.
"Hmm?" John grunts, prying an eye open to squint at him drowsily. "Yeah, sure……did the whole cape routine and everything………why?"
Dorian slides an arm around John, pulling him closer, and John feels Dorian’s mouth stir against his forehead in a smile. “Nothing. It’s just…..I was wondering if that’s how you got to be this way. Having to save everyone.”
"It’s my job," John points out.
"You saved me, too," Dorian says quietly. "That wasn’t your job." He squeezes John’s shoulder and John opens both eyes- this is a conversation he wants to be awake for.
"You do have the Lois Lane thing going for you," he murmurs, and Dorian’s laugh shakes the both of them.
"You really shouldn’t drink that so late," Dorian says, glancing up from his laptop in time to see John empty a Red Bull shot in his thermos and shake it up. "Or at all, really. It’ll probably kill you."
"Dude, it’s fine," John says dismissively. He chugs down half the concoction and goes a bit cross-eyed for a second before focusing on Dorian again. "It’s fiiiiiiinnnne."
"Uh huh." Dorian sets his laptop aside and watches, bemused, as John totters over to the tiny kitchen table in their equally tiny apartment and attempts to pick up his backup. "How’s the paper for Simmons coming?"
He watches John twitch, though it’s unclear whether the movement is from guilt or a spasm from the caffeine whammy. “Uh. Coming.”
Dorian snorts softly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
John turns back towards him, his own laptop tucked under his arm, and flops down beside Dorian on the saggy couch with a groan. “It’ll be fine,” he says again, a little less convincingly this time. “I’m gonna stay up all night…..show this little bastard who’s boss.”
"Hmm." Dorian sets a hand on John’s jittering knee, feeling it bounce persistently beneath his palm. "You know…." he begins.
"What?" John opens up his laptop, a clunky PC that should have been put out of its misery years ago, and starts the five-minute power up process.
"If you wanted to stay up all night…" Dorian squeezes John’s knee a little, tipping his head back on the couch to watch the beginnings of a flush creep up John’s neck. "You should’ve said something sooner. I’ve got this great workout routine…..so much healthier than whatever toxic shit you just downed."
"Yeah?" John’s eyelids lower as he glances down at Dorian’s hand. "What exactly do you have in mind?"