This town in Russia is called Zheleznogorsk.
Their flag and coat of arms is a bear splitting the atom.
That is all.
*kicks down door, knocks over end table, vase crashes to the floor*
No that is NOT all, because Zheleznogorsk is really interesting.
It was a secret city, established in 1950 in the middle of Nowhere, Siberia for the purpose of researching nuclear weaponry and producing massive quantities of plutonium, the facilities for which were hidden inside a hollowed-out mountain. It appeared on no maps, and had no census data. Although more than 100,000 people lived there at one point, satellite imagery would have shown only a fairly small mining town. The mountain complex contained 3,500 rooms and three plutonium reactors, which were kept cool by one of the mightiest river in Siberia. The space had been excavated by tens of thousands of gulag slave laborers, who removed more rock from inside the mountain than was used to build the Great Pyramids. Protected under the granite peak of the mountain, these facilities would survive a direct nuclear attack.
No one called it “Zheleznogorsk.” Officially, it was “Krasnoyarsk-26,” which is something like naming a city ‘Arizona-17.’ Residents traveling outside the city called it Iron Town, if they had to refer to it at all. They were under strict instructions never to reveal to anyone the actual business of Krasnoyarsk-26.
And life there was fantastic. People living and working in the secret city received some of the best wages in the Soviet Union. There were sports stadiums, public gardens, a movie theater, and the shortages notorious in the rest of the USSR were unknown. The best nuclear scientists in Russia lived in a sealed-off utopia.
A third of all the nuclear weapons produced in Russia during the Cold War were powered by fuel from Zheleznogorsk. At the time, the image of the great Russian bear ripping an atom apart wouldn’t have seemed very funny at all.
Just realized another reason my cat is in such a funk - when they shaved her head to get to the cyst, they cut off most of the whiskers that were above her eyes. It explains why she’s so disinterested in moving, and why she whacked into so much furniture earlier. She won’t move and won’t even purr or meow or anything, my poor love. I had to pick her up and put her by her food (she wouldn’t eat, though), and then I had to pick her up and put her in her kennel, where she’s curled up and resumed doing nothing.
So after a full day of traumatising my cat by having her spayed and having a cyst on her head removed, I proceed to really make her hate me by getting a Cone of Shame and making her wear it because she won’t stop licking the incision and I don’t want the skin to split open. After throwing a fit by running around the entire apartment (and bouncing off of every price of furniture I own), she has now lodged herself behind the toilet, refusing to look at me or make a sound. I feel terrible, so I’m just sitting on the bathroom floor with her, making pleasant small talk. Do cats like that? No clue, but it’s the only thing I know to do.
Anonymous asked: As a fellow bisexual woman, I've got a few hate messages saying some things among the lines of ''bisexual people are just transphobic pansexuals'', what's your opinion on that?
My opinion is that the pansexual vs bisexual thing has to end. It’s so petty and pointless and when we’re divided, it stops us from focussing on the real issues like bi and pan erasure, and y’know, general human rights.
Bisexuals and pansexuals should be friends. We’re very similar. Some of us even define ourselves in exactly the same way.
Being bisexual isn’t transphobic because the most broadly used definition of bisexuality is: attraction to same and different genders or attraction to more than one gender.
Trans people don’t have their own special category. Trans men are men. Trans women are women.
When I say I’m attracted to women, I mean women. Obviously including trans women.
When I say I’m attracted to men, I mean men. Obviously including trans men.
When I say I am attracted to non-binary people, I mean exactly that.
I don’t think it’s a difficult concept for people to grasp, so I think this argument is rooted in biphobia, not in concern for the trans community.
Bisexuality is not problematic by definition. Sure, there are going to be individual bisexuals that are transphobic but there are bad eggs in just about every group in the world. This isn’t a problem unique to the bi community, and to frame it like that is just plain biphobia.
I could define myself as pansexual or bisexual. Most bisexuals probably could. I chose bisexuality because it is more broadly known about, and I am very determined to show people that bisexuality isn’t wrong. I refuse to not call myself bisexual because biphobic people are uncomfortable with the term for bigoted, unfounded, and ignorant reasons.
Seriously, why are we hating on each other? We’re supposed to be a community. We get enough hate and abuse from the outside world. We don’t need this pointless bullshit on top of all that.
meet the blogger
- do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? Closed!
- do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? Yeah, if there’s any left (I’ve got a fair amount of hair at this point).
- where is your next vacation? No plans for vacation in my immediate future, but hopefully somewhere nice. Maybe a camping trip?
- who do you think reads these? Ooooh, probably only my real-life friends that are a little bored.
- do you have a calendar in your room? Technically, yes. I have the pictures from a calendar I had two years ago hanging in my room, because they’re all of beautiful ballet dancers.
- what’s your plan for the day? Get out of work ASAP and play with Echo/laze about as soon as I’m home.
- are you reading any books right now? Yep, Mrs. Dalloway.
- do you ever count your steps when you walk? Yes.
- do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Oh, I’m always dancing at least a little bit.
- do you chew your pens and pencils? Nope. I used to nibble on a particular brand of pencil when I was in elementary school because the wood was particularly soft, so it was easy to make indentations with your teeth, which I thought was fun.
- what is your “song of the week”? I heard Mary Lambert’s “Secrets” on the radio the other day and thought it was pretty good, so I’ve had that stuck in my head for a few days.
- is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yes. Actually guys can only wear pink. And not pink clothes. Just the color pink, splashed across their bodies. So I have said, so it shall be.
- do you still watch cartoons? All the time.
- what do you drink with dinner? Usually milk or juice, because I am a child.
- what do you dip chicken nuggets in? Honey mustard or ranch dressing.
- what is your favorite food/cuisine? Anything with a decent helping of pasta.
- when was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? I’ve written a couple of post cards and a letter within the past couple of years, I think.
- can you change the oil on a car? Nope.
- what is your usual bedtime? Somewhere between one and three in the morning.
- are you lazy? Absolutely.
- afraid of heights? A bit, yes.
- occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Movie star. Vet. Famous writer.
- hot tea or cold tea: Hot hot hot!
- tea or coffee? Tea, preferrably herbal but I’ll take a chai or something if I need the caffiene boost.
- favorite kind of cookie? Homemade chocolate chip.
- can you swim well? I’d say so, but I’m not particularly fast. [Fast fact: once upon a time I joined my neighborhood swim team, and at the end of the summer they gave me the Most Improved Swimmer award. I am still proud of that, 15+ years later.]
- can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose? Yep!
- who do you want to see right now? My Chilly Pigeon and my Other Half.
I just need the internet to know that I am not having a very good night.
And I wish there were a place to be truly anonymous, because as much as I like tumblr, my friends in real life know who I am here, and on every other social networking platform. I really just want a place on the internet I can shout into the void, because my friends don’t need to know about my problems, but it’s not enough to just admit it to myself.