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maybe.... research better next time....? idk if there's actually a gcms that you can run metal through (like... How??) but basically gcms needs a volatile sample (can evaporate - can u evaporate metal) which will be vaporized inside the gcms & then the resulting gas is carried thru the chromatography column (that's why it's called GAS chromatography). I think there are better ways to analyze metal components (2/2)

actually dnf from a few years ago. tried to pick it up again and then remembered why the dnf. immersion broken a few times re: liszt hair in the first chapters (thanks shaw now ik how to refer to that kind of hairstyle) but the moment this book got binned was when greta's labtech said (after given a piece of metal and running it thru a few tests) that they might need to do gcms test on it and i.... (1/2)

Made palets de dames for the first time. Can't stop eating them. Maybe it's the icing or the butter smell in general (reminds me of butter cookies). Saw a video in yt that pipes out the batter via large piping tip instead of chilling it. Might try that later

Tried fougasse: was good. Oven sucked in general tho

Really nice so far, on route to bast-something. Thought ildiko's kingdom should've sent a small squad to attach to her, maybe to 'ensure safe passage' or something? Just to see that brishen and ildiko safely arrives at bast-sth. I mean it's an alliance between 2 kingdoms right so shouldn't it matter to sangur that she arrived safely and like, no one killed her en route so bast-sth could just drop the alliance?

It was generally thought that the existence of cures encouraged slackness and was in any case probably against Nature's way.

Ankh-Morpork did not have many hospitals. All the Guilds maintained their own sanitariums, and there were a few public ones run by the odder religious organizations, like the Balancing Monks, but by and large medical assistance was nonexistent and people had to die inefficiently, without the aid of doctors.

From somewhere below came the cry of Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, or one of his colleagues, selling hot sausages. Vimes felt a sudden surge of civic pride. There had to be something right about a citizenry which, when faced with catastrophe, thought about selling sausages to the participants.

Once you've ruled out the impossible then whatever is left, however improbable, must be the truth. The problem lay in working out what was impossible, of course.