Hear ye hear ye, there are now 300 transcripts for your reading pleasure! A resource of now over 500 hours of audio, this project is still chugging along.
Organized by plotline, this is your one stop shop for transcripts of games run by the good good folks of the First Drafthouse discord server.
My favouritest sport fact ever is that in 1990s 2 cardiac surgeons watched an f1 race to save the lives of countless kids. The Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children (GOSH) kept losing the lives of patients after successful heart surgeries. Specifically the 10-15 minutes after a bonefide clinically successful surgery patients would die:
And so the two surgeons filmed a handover after heart surgery and sent it to the Ferrari pitcrew who were told to critique and improve handover process
And from this:
we got this:
The error rate during patien handovers dropped from 30% to 10% with the F1 informed protocol.
I literally love this fact so much because being an pitcrew member is such a thankless job because theyre underpaid and overworked mechanics and they literally saved lives in this instance.
The doctors went to the race tracks to watch the car changes and the pit crews went to the hospitals and watched a live transfer and offered suggestions and they kept working with them to improve.
After there was a successful improvement of the most vital metrics of a handover of a patient from surgery to ICU, the pit crews also worked with other hospitals for other procedures and it’s now a whole thing of trying to apply the specialized, streamlined and speedy teamwork and nonverbal coordination of pit crews to other high-risk fields.
This is a perfect example of how two very different fields of knowledge meeting can make a huge leap forward in progress.
what is your favorite type of cookie. not allowed to throw shade not allowed to be mean to each other just say what kinda cookie you like the most. this isn’t a competition just a conversation between friends there is no right answer
Just found out the guy I’ve been fighting with via email over whether a matter is legal or finance’s responsibility is the SAME GUY I’ve been chatting with in the halls. Oh my fucking god. I’d literally send him an email basically being like, you are incompetent and you are actively trying to evade responsibility, and then FOUR MINUTES later see him in the halls and go “Heyyyy bitch omg how’s your wife, how did the vet trip go, when are you going to come to lunch with us on Thursdays omg stop avoiding us” he must think I’m CRAZY
When I was in graduate school we used to shoot staple guns into each other’s flesh to cope with fatigue which is like, fucked up in retrospect but if you did it into the thigh it actually didn’t hurt too bad
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