Yes, that’s why most people believe it vaporized completely.

Anything that wasn’t vaporized was likely launched out into space at speeds exceeding escape velocity for Earth’s gravitational field by aat least a factor of 6. So if there was anything left after the explosion and wind friction, it’s out in space, probably moving towards the sun.

The best part of that story is that the engineer on the project initially rejected the metal cap, because he knew it would not do anything to contain the blast. His supervisor overruled him, and insisted they install the cap. The engineer complied, but also ensured a high speed camera was trained on the cap to capture just how spectacularly stupid his manager was.

If ads weren’t obtrusive and deceptive, I wouldn’t feel the need to block them.

Ok, you’re ill-informed.

Considering we only know it’s there because it slightly dims the light from its star as it crosses during its orbit, you would be correct. At that distance, we would never see light bouncing off the actual planet. Even the star is basically a single pixel. We can estimate its size and orbit based on how quickly it crosses in front of the star and how much the light dims, and using those two numbers we can estimate its distance from Kepler 452.

It’s not even as good as it used to be. The quality of the buns and the chicken have dramatically changed. Even the pickles are worse than they used to be. Their sodas have always been mostly ice, and the quality of the waffle fries has always been location dependent. How hasn’t another chain taken over their market share?

Anything happining to my kids. Like, I’ve always been afraid of things. Heights, small spaces, diseases, global catastrophies, etc, but having kids flipped those fears around from “What would happen to me?” to “What would happen to them?” Even the things that could happen to me, like what if I fell from a height is now “What if my kids lost their dad because I fell from a height?”

And the worst part is I know bad things will happen to them in their lives. It’s not a matter of If I die, it’s when. They are going to have that experience some day, and the best I can do to prepare them for it is delay it as long as possible while raising them to be emotionally secure and rational adults.

It’s sort of like a cancer patient having a tumor removed. There’s still a long road ahead to recovery, and plenty of opportunities for new tumors to replace it.

So I’m going to breathe a sigh of relief, take a few moments to enjoy the reduced weight of the world, and then prepare for the next steps.

I hope they do an American version that takes place in the same universe but with games more common in America, and an entirely new story. I don’t want a rehash of the same show in English. I saw Squid Games already. Maybe it could be “Squid Games International” because it was so popular among the oligarchy, they brought it to North America.

I love my dog, but I’ve never had to clean potato vomit out of a carpet at 3 am.

My theory was that he dipped out of the GOP spotlight to plan his return post-Trump and play the part of the reasonable conservative.

Sure, take your pick. I like the school comparison because it’s easier to visualize. But you’re right, spending at the federal level would be more distributed across all programs.

Each one costs as much as a state of the art high school, including 1 year of teacher salaries. That’s 16 districts that could have had better education, and maybe we would have smarter voters, and maybe elect fewer shitbags.

That was fast.

People who don’t care to learn, but want to have an opinion. Doesn’t matter the topic, sports, movies, business, politics, science, every asshole wants you to listen to their half-brained, malformed thought prions, and then insist that it’s disrespectful to point out flaws in their “reasoning.” I don’t mind people being disengaged. It’s a big world, and nobody is an expert in everything. But respect is earned, and being an expert entitles you to an opinion. Everyone else should shut the fuck up.

I have a slow drain so the shower ends up with a shallow puddle by the end. So, no, I don’t like standing in a puddle of my own pee.

But otherwise, pipes is pipes. No judgement here.

I mean, I also don’t care about cheaters because I’m not a competitive gamer. So this isn’t for me, anyway. Games should be fun and relaxing, and if you’re playing for money, then it should be on the people selling the product to monitor player behavior, the way any other pro sports league does.

If you need kernel access because you don’t trust me not to cheat, I don’t really want to play your game.

What the fuck are you talking about?

What the fuck are you talking about?