But more importantly, I’m furious that infinite excluded hugh
But more importantly, I’m furious that infinite excluded hugh
…keep building legal and easy housing. Megacorps and oligarchs get crushed when the bubble pops underneath them.
Spell: fix this. Result: this is fixed.
After joking about this at work, I landed on the most cursed scale I could think of… pT = log10 FPW.
Pros: no bottom to scale, increasing negative values asymptotically approach absolute zero. Water freezes at zero.
1 pT is almost exactly the melting point of iridium. Lightning bolts are around 2 pT. Boiling points of neon and helium are in the neighborhood of -1 and -2.
I assume cocaine also has some kind of ballmer peak
The ball was white/light gray. It has the surface texture of plaster of Paris, but it is somewhat lighter than would be appropriate for its canteloupe-like size.
I don’t think I actually pictured a whole person as pushing the ball, more likely it was a disembodied hand or the general sensation of pushing it myself.
I remember being specifically intrigued that I pictured the ball rolling back towards the center of the table and pondering why I had chosen the table to be slightly concave. I don’t remember more attributes of the table, but I have the feeling that has more to do with inattention to its details rather than not picturing them at the time.
I imagine that, based on the framing of the story, my interpretation was to picture the sphere as a literal entity, but the person as the “concept of a push”… The table probably lied somewhere in the middle.
Not really how that works, but I dig the enthusiasm!
Too high or too low can be dangerous, and there’s different varieties of diabetes that make one or both swings more likely/dangerous.
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I swear I had to read these headlines like 10 times.
“GOP candidate calls his campaign stop an autism fundraiser, gets banned when venue owner finds out.”
Curious about what was crossed out. We could probably tell with a better photo.
the number industry
All I can think of is a gruff, blue collar worker coming home, covered in oil stains. He hangs up his hardhat and lunch pail at the door. “You would not believe the day I had!” He says, “Some jackass put the 9 dies in the 6 press, and I had to spend all morning trying to pry open the hydraulics without fucking them up. After all that, I get a call that the serifs are too long on the ones and they’re getting sorted as sevens!”
Probably because it played so well for Harris.
Yeah, but what about the Taj mahal?
doesn’t cost money, “Free” is probably not the right word, lol
Bitch, that’s your free market at work!
Maybe look for a habitat for humanity ReStore?
An electric blanket is one of the best ways to warm up when you’re “chilled to the bone”. Layer them between normal blankets to make the most of the heat and keep them clean, and you can get whole body heat for a tenth the cost of even a little space heater.