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you know, thinking about it, I don’t think I ever had a multiple-hundred-dollar-fuckup during my childhood.
This is probably down to the fact that my mother had a china cabinet full of uranium glass and she told me if I ever broke it, she’d kill me, and I have no reason to believe she was joking or exaggerating even slightly. I stuck to legos and video games for my health.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uranium_glass
Health concerns
Uranium glass can register above background radiation on a sufficiently sensitive Geiger counter, although most pieces of uranium glass are considered to be harmless and only negligibly radioactive.[5] A study conducted on uranium glass in a private collection found that the dose rates of beta and gamma radiation emitted from the glass posed no danger to the public or to conservators.[18]for anyone wondering
Somebody always has to come along and point out how dangerous the stuff is. Yeah, it’s dangerous, if you grind it to dust and snort it.
Had people call me an idiot on reddit because I said I’d strap a piece to my balls and not sweat it. I catch more ionizing radiation on my junk from skinny dipping.
I think they did the opposite, pointed out what it was and that it is harmless.
it’s super cool to look at too, glows under a blacklight. Also the easiest way to tell fakes, they don’t glow (source: there were a couple of fakes in that cabinet, too, iirc).
I wish it were more common, it is genuinely pretty rad looking and would be right at home at a rave. Imagine having a small dinner party in the middle of a rave and everyone’s plate and cups and platters are lit up with the most vibrant, eerie green.
OP did just that! I was baggin’ on all the fools who typically come along on this topic, OP clearly not being one of said fools.
According to the inflation calculator, that’s between $273.02 and $1,638.10.
Grandparents raised me, Silent Gen. We used to hit auctions, antique stores, flea markets, etc., looking for deals, so I developed a keen sense of what things were worth, for a kid anyway. I simply wouldn’t touch shit that was expensive, and I knew I was clumsy. To this day I clasp my hands behind my back when browsing. LOL, got that from dad’s Navy habit of standing at parade rest.
@mindbleach@lemmy.world guess that answers our discussion
