Oh, speaking of scifi, I read another article (which I cant find now, unfortunately) about space walks: astronauts can’t just climb into a space suit and exit the space station, because that would cause decompression sickness. They have to undergo about 24 hours of preparation, then spend time in a decompression chamber once they re-enter the station. I can’t find the article I read atm, but here’s one from space.com that talks about it:

About 24 hours before the spacewalk, astronauts undergo decompression, the same procedure divers follow when returning from the depths of the ocean to the surface of the water. Inside the space station, air is pressurized to the same degree as it is on Earth at sea level: 14.7 pounds per square inch, or 1 atmosphere.

But inside a spacesuit it’s 4.3 psi, according to NASA, which is about the same pressure experienced at 30,000 feet (9,000 meters) above Earth. Experiencing a rapid drop in pressure from 14.7 to 4.3 psi causes nitrogen bubbles to form in the bloodstream and get stuck, blocking blood flow — a condition known as “the bends” or decompression sickness. To avoid the condition, astronauts camp out the night before in a closet-sized airlock while wearing their space suit so their bodies have time to adjust to the change in pressure.

Source: Spacewalks: How they work and major milestones

e: Sandra Bullock would have died of decompression sickness pretty quickly.

If the Cheneys of all people can jump ship, there’s hope.

I swear that spite and hatred must fuel longevity somehow. Kissinger made it to 99.

Pre-game coverage just started on ABC (I’m streaming it now).

He brings up Afghanistan?

She brings up his own admission that it was his own doing:

speaking at a rally on 26 June [2021, he] even stated that he “started the process” and claimed Biden “couldn’t stop it” if he “wanted to”.

Aw, now I wish I hadn’t broken out the grater. Who will carry this ring to Mordor now?

Yes, this. Ore-Ida.

I got fed up with this shit and left. That should prove I’m human.

If one of those trucks gets into an accident whilst trying to deliver the hamburgers, nobody’s going to eat the hamburgers. So the hamburgers outlive the trucks. The Samsung smart fridge will definitely outlive the hamburgers and the trucks.

It has to be some weird logic like tht because I literally cannot get beyond this captcha. I’ve tried all the things, and it just rearranges the hamburgers, fridges, and trucks every time. I’m not sure I’m actually human anymore, but I’m becoming certain this software just doesn’t want any more users.

I’m not sure there’s a correct answer to that, because the answer is technically yes, I think I’ve been inappropriate sometimes but also yes, I’ve been been told to stop sharing by several peers as an adult in several different settings, but not by anywhere near the number of peers I had.

Logically, it doesn’t make any sense to let a tiny percent outweigh the majority. It doesn’t feel nice, though.

e: tried to clarify

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Could you give them something that doesn’t harm the plants, that might lure them where they won’t bother you, and that won’t make the problem worse in a different way?

Maybe they’d like something you normally throw away in relatively small quantities that won’t attract something worse or poison anything?

e: disclaimer: IANAG. I am terrible with plants.

Kinda makes you rethink how we typically define ‘society’.

Like it’s far more fundamental than we think, and we very narrowly define it by too complex criteria. And we’re too invested in making sure that definition stays narrow enough that we can justify harming others.

(Sorry, I’d normally put that in a slightly more cheerful way, but I’m just so tired.)

TIL some ants farm aphids.

It’s all good, lol.

I’ve been here for 20 years. If this place was gonna immolate me, it’s had plenty of chances.

Thanks for the info about what to look for, though!

It’s dangerous as hell, but it’s something people used to do on knob and tube wiring in old houses.

Christ on a bike, don’t say shit like that to me – my house was built in 1886. O.o

Codes changed after any number of fires…

Just keeps getting worse from there. Some outlets in this place have seen all the world wars.

There are more efficient ways to give me a heart attack, you know.

BTW, I think your detractor is probably too scared to take me on

I think you’re right. I was sticking around for the next volley of meme-facts, but it looks like the match has been called. :)

or what happens when you lie on the floor with your head between two speakers listening to Pink Floyd.

I’d forgotten how much I should miss this.

e: also

Ad-free, and local access

This is what made Bob Ross a thing in the early 80s.

Thank you, that helps.

or it’s some stupid power play thing where they think you’re trying to challenge their status.

Although if it’s that, I’ll never figure it out. I can’t even begin to relate to that enough to identify it.

almost the size of a couch, so I have no idea what was on the back of it because I could never have moved it.

Oh yeah! Exactly! Mine was very similar to this, but a bit narrower. It was a behemoth, plus the cord was very short.

Thus the shimmying ass-upwards to hold the torch. There was scant space back there, and making more was work.

it was probably masonite or some kind of hard board on the back of the tv

I think you’re right. It was a dark, dense, and very thick board, but not actual wood. I had a radio or clock or something with the same backing, now you mention it. I hadn’t paid much attention except it was thicker than the ikea shit, lol.

And plugging a bad fuse with a penny,

Wait, what? I completely missed that growing up.

Brb.

. As an aside, I have to ask: Did you ever get sent up to the roof by your parents after a storm to reset the antenna? Or be the unpaid holder of the rabbit ears by the TV, moving this way and that so your old man could watch his game with the least amount of snow and rolling horizontal lines? I did.

I was a weird nerd, and some of my fondest memories are helping my dad do engine work on our wood-sided station wagon (I was such a cliché) and going with him to the tv shop to pick up vacuum tubes for the tv after a loud pop and faint waft of smoke, then shimmying ass-upwards on the wall like spider man to hold the flashlight at the correct angle whilst my dad pulled the particle-board (I think, maybe cardboard) back off the television and taught me what every single part inside did.

Best time of my young life, hands down.

e: I’ve never been afraid of technology or learning things in my adult life. Thanks, dad.
(And if you’re raising your child like this, thank you. You’re helping to make good people that way.)