Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Three Minutes to Midnight


While we're snickering at nuclear annihilation, or just maybe some minor glowing in the dark, here's my June, 1950 copy of The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists. Despite its snazzy cover it's pretty dull going. No comics or anything. Not even a page of Science Goofs, you know, sort of like the humor pages in Reader's Digest.

It was also completely lacking in any sort of instruction on the care and manufacture of atomic devices, which doesn't advance my plans for World Domination one whit.

Atomic Science, my ass.