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The first section of my old site was called Doktor Auntie Weasel’s Laboratory and it was essays on science. This was the header graphic (but in color. I think this one was animated.)

The machine is based on a snapshot of real object I owned. It was an early model Relax-A-Cizor, an item that was banned so hard in 1970, they were ordered to be collected and destroyed. You couldn’t even legally sell one used.

It’s a terrifying device – you attach probes to your body and it electrically stimulates your muscles for you. The electrodes were fabric pads that you wetted before use. Yes, I tried it. If they dried out or you placed them wrong, it hurt like a bastard.

If you placed them right, your muscles jerked like that decapitated frog from High School science class. Please tell me you had that class.

I paid $10 for it at a junk shop in Pawtucket and it was pristine. It had all its bits, including the instruction manual. I was awed by it and I’m not sure how I got rid of it in the end. It might be upstairs.

I’ll pick an item from this section for tomorrow.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: May 2, 2024, 8:19 pm

Come on, fess up…you got that from the Hogwarts VR room filled with amazing sh…uh…stuff.

That thing looks like something from Fallout or maybe “A boy and his dog”.

Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: May 2, 2024, 8:58 pm

Relax-A-Cizor… I’m pretty sure my mother went to a hospital and underwent anesthesia to use one of these gizmos.

The docs called it “electroshock therapy.” Mother liked the drugs, though.

Comment from OldFert
Time: May 2, 2024, 9:27 pm

Sounds kinda like a precursor to a modern Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation (TENS) unit.

Comment from Ea
Time: May 2, 2024, 9:41 pm

So, an evil tens device?

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 2, 2024, 11:52 pm

Ah, yes, the Weasel-O-Meter, essential gear for the stoatimetrologist.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: May 3, 2024, 7:52 am

For a second I thought you said meteorologist, which would actually explain my questions about the local weather forecasts and why these “people” still have their jobs.

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