This is not a shitpost.

This is not a shitpost.

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH

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.

But more importantly, I’m furious that infinite excluded hugh

Lol, somebody forgot the sound of trees.

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.

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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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!”

Maybe look for a habitat for humanity ReStore?

Not a shitpost.

You can still call wwv and wwvh.

You could always just buy any TV with an an analog tuner and watch whatever’s on the air these days.

expecting keys to work in their intended way in word

Oh my sweet summer child.

The “disbanding” of the pandemic response team is largely misrepresented. I don’t disagree with the rest, or see how it’s at all relevant to the current conversation.