Nowadays I would not do anything as stupid I would use direct hydrogenation palladium on carbon to be fancy are challenging but the easiest most reliable is push pull with red and I I wasn't s******* on your method I was just saying the obligatory warning that the Birch is more dangerous than it should be let's put it that way I've gotten along full of ammonia in the lab before and I'll say it's up there with fluorine and yes the one pot Birch or shake and bake came into massive use when I was a freshman in college so a while ago it's been around we moved from soda bottles to fire extinguishers with special tools to be able to reach it and vent but where I'm living you get no nitrate in your cold pack just urea and the whole point of the one part was convenience I enjoy 1 discussing chemistry along with real world chemistry along with following directions script Kitty chemistry cuz Lord knows I've done everything you should never do but maybe everybody's not as stupid as me
testintI know right? People do the craziest most dangrrous shit sometimes, and when they don't happen to have a critical accident, well everyone else just takes that as a proof of concept and run with it! I used to sometimes cook with this dude who INSISTED that anything we did be hydrogenated by his fire extinguisher rig. The same fucking one from the 1970's or something. Right as we would get started with the cook, he would unscrew the valve from the top, drop in a couple fist-fulls of rock salt, pour sulfuric acid in, screw the valve back in, tighten it down, then he would walk outside to the telephone pole, and while holding the old ass thing by a ring that ran around the top, he would bash it in to the side of the pole, putting a large dent in the side. No Idea why, the fucking thing had a pressure guage on top! Then he would come back in and set the extinguisher in the corner and then turn his attention to whatever still needed doing with the ongoing synth. It annoyed the fuck out of me because whenever I was manufacturing, or doing anything which could get me a ride on a prison bus, I was always quiet, alert, and listening for any sounds that might indicate that there is a problem... Basically just nervous and anxious, but most people couldn't tell. However, it DID make me a little jumpy. And every fucking time, I would forget about that damned extinguisher as I worked, and every damned time it would get me.... I would be working quietly, off in my own little world when suddenly, "KLAAANG!!!!" The dent would pop out of the side of that extinguisher and scare the FUCK OUT OF ME!!!! If I had ANYTHING in my hands I usually dropped it, cause the second it e
Went off ny ass was LITERRALY 3 steps towards the door!!!! And then every time this asshole would yell, "Gas is ready!!!" Like we were fucking held up waiting on it or something!!!! God he fucking pissed me off! And I was ALWAYS scared that mother fucked was going to explode!! It happened like 5 times and then I refused to work with him anymore. Lol