I think on the Slate, the only part of the frame that is exposed as outer body are the A pillars. Everything else is a panel that bolts on.

I was all the great robot actors. Actingbot 0.8! Thesb-O-mat! David Duchovny!

Sean Connery is not an actor, he’s a movie star.

Yesh, I am a British shecret agent. Bond, Jamesh Bond.

Yesh, I am a Shoviet Shubmarine captain. my name is Ramiush. Marco Ramiush.

My understanding is the Slate is kind of body-around-frame.

Not exactly a ladder chassis but I don’t know if you can call it a unibody.

The banning of CFCs due to their environmental impacts, retooling the aerosol and refrigerant industries, is what it looks like when we have a functioning world society.

There are adults now who were born after that and don’t remember a time when we could behave that way, so they have every right to be cynical.

Most use propane as a propellant now.

Name me another chemical engineer that could be argued did more harm. I don’t think all of Monsanto with agent orange and Roundup has done more than the TEL and CFC fuckup.

Where’s he buried? How long is the line to piss on his headstone?

Not when all governments have been captured by oil tycoons it isn’t.

This device converts the data stream from a parallel format to a serial format. Fish swimming in the data stream enter simultaneously, but emerge one by one, both in little-endian notation.

An assault and battery charge.

If I got the history right, it was kind of the wacky gotcha concept of the show early on, but famously humorless Alex Trebek took over and the show got weirdly prestigious and that rule stayed in place and kind of devolved into a verbal tic. _whatis The answer?

Fun times in Cleveland Today!

Repraps were controlled with Arduino Megas for a very long time. Up until the MK4 series, Prusa’s Rambo or Einsy boards still ran on the ATMEGA2560 microcontroller.

All of this work is done.

How’d the USA get to be a nation in the first place?

The floor is made of lawn.

1. For some reason, I dreamed this one entirely in Ocarina of Time assets. I found myself in a grotto, think one of the browner dirt textures in the game. It was an open space maybe 60 feet square, ceiling maybe 20 feet up, no visible exits. The middle of the room featured a stone pedestal probably 6 or 8 foot square, maybe a foot high, easily stepped up onto, near the front of which stood a thin man in a blue shirt or jacket holding his head at a strange angle, only his eyes were visible. Palette swap a redead into street clothes, basically. Near the rear of the pedestal stood a heavy wooden gantry, which dangled a noose a foot or two directly over the man’s head. The man started trudging toward me, and the gantry moved and telescoped to keep the noose directly above him, making that tigtigtig noise the castle town drawbridge makes. He slowly chased me around the enclosure while I looked for a way out, and then my girlfriend woke me up, she noticed I was breathing heavy.

2. I’m not in this dream. My perspective is like a nature documentary camera. I was watching these dragonfly-like creatures fly around, hunt, go about their lives. Some of them were sentient, they could think in language, others couldn’t, they were just animals that ran on instinct. Apparently their conscious mind existed in a piece of brain that was kind of exposed on the backs of their heads. The ones that could think, I could hear their thoughts. One of them got hit there and it kind of concussed it in a way that made it unable to fly, the damaged thinking brain was like, shorting out the animal. And I heard it thinking things like “Oh well, I guess it’s been a good run. Nothing lasts forever I suppose. Not like I have much of a choice now. I wonder” as it was reaching one of its limbs behind its head, its claw snipped, the little bit of exposed brain fell away, and it flew away, silent. It cut its mind off to survive.

3. This was the first time I experienced a lucid dream. My family was having one of the once every few years gatherings on my grandparents’ deck we’d do, I started to say something, and my grandmother’s dog Ginger started barking at me. Ginger was this hideous little creature with an annoying bark, and I would often be sarcastic back to the dog. Ginger started barking, and I said “Ginger you shouldn’t bark at me, because…” mid sentence I vividly remembered taking that dog to the vet to be put down for cancer. “Because you’re dead…and dead dogs don’t bark. Huh, I’m dreaming.” All of the people vanished, I started walking around the yard and the world just faded to this dark teal color and I woke up.

In both cases, borrowing the words of stand-up drunkard Ron White, “It’s not that the wind is blowing; it’s what the wind is blowing.”

The house itself should be well waterproofed, the problems come from broken windows, punctured roof due to falling trees, or in a tornado, just being pushed over.

If you’re gonna make movies about internet copypasta fan horror, you’ve got to get on it pretty quick before some tweenagers stab each other over it and ruin the fun. Learned that lesson with Slenderman.

I remember seeing girls doing so many of those. That was a big one. There was another one where, it worked into the clapping game choreography, every line ended with “Bisquick” and at that point you’d reach up and brush your shoulders.

Basically from birth until adulthood when your life ends and your job begins, the girls around me were constantly sharing stuff like that between them. Over a couple decades it smoothly transitioned from pattycake to line dances to club dances. Double Dutch was in there, somewhere.

Tom Scott did an entire video about this. That the UK has endless versions, but the US has been “laid an egg” for basically all of living memory.