I live in Washington state, most of my electricity is from hydro or nuclear. My bill is usually about $80 a month, but it can go over $100 in the summer if I’m running the AC a lot.
I live in Washington state, most of my electricity is from hydro or nuclear. My bill is usually about $80 a month, but it can go over $100 in the summer if I’m running the AC a lot.
A turbojet is just a desk fan with extra steps
I watch long videos on my TV (45 min - 1 hr) and YouTube has the audacity to shove minute+ long ad reels in my face every 15 minuets, claiming “fewer ads for this long video.” Bullshit. I have learned however that if you go to give feedback on the ad and flag it as inappropriate, it skips all the ads in that reel and sends you right back to the video! I can get past unskippable ads in a few seconds this way.
I generally prefer to start series from the very beginning so I don’t miss anything, but I think I’ll go pick up that second book and give the series another try.
After the Dark Tower movie came out, I heard a whole bunch of people on the internet saying that the movie was awful and the books are so much better. I didn’t see the movie, but if the books are so well-liked I thought I’d give them a try.
I tried my best, I really did. But I just couldn’t finish the first book. It was just way too surreal and abstract for me.
There was a period where I regularly got to go inside Boeing’s Everett factory for work (I didn’t work for Boeing though). For those who don’t know, it’s one of the largest buildings in the world, built in the 60s to manufacture 747s. Now they build all kinds of aircraft there.
“Big” is an understatement. Even “cavernous” falls short. It’s easy for your brain to forget you’re in an indoor space until you look up and see a roof over your head. It’s like a miniature city in there. It’s got its own road network, fire department, cafeterias, and I heard it can even have its own weather.
My route to and from the job site every day took me through alleyways and around sites where workers were actively putting airplanes together. I got to watch an entire fuselage be moved from one side of the factory to the other by the overhead cranes. But my favorite part of the whole place were the underground tunnels that you could use to get around. You could still see old civil defense fallout shelter signs in the stairwells, and even though I wasn’t supposed to take pictures in the facility I did anyway:
Perhaps we should let nature take its course /s
THE AUDIENCE IS NOW DEAF
I would recommend Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood and Madoka Magica, as well as Planetes if you’re into sci-fi. Girls Und Panzer is super fun as well.
The Beast is hotter than his human version ngl
Bender: “I’m 40% chocolate!”
I used to take the train quite a bit - like the general consensus here, it was scenic, comfortable, if slow and non-punctual. But I was willing to put up with that if I had a non-time-sensitive trip, since it was so much better than flying or driving. For one trip from Washington to Minnesota, I decided to fly out then take a sleeper car back (Empire Builder). All went well, until the train derailed and three people were killed. Not Amtrak’s fault, and I don’t blame them at all, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to ride another train since.
I love working on my car and taking it to meets and shows, but I have a hard time finding friends in the community for exactly this reason.
Unfortunately, no. From what I gather, any other browser on an iPhone is just Safari with a different skin.
What doesn’t kill you mutates and tries again.
So how come when I mix all my watercolors I get brown?? Checkmate atheists
My parents had an Amana “Radarange” while I was growing up, with chrome dials and wood paneling. It was an absolute tank, probably weighed like 50 lbs and had the power consumption of a small country, but I loved that thing
I’m 30 and my friends and I still quote this regularly
The concept of having interchangeable, standardized parts is actually kind of a new idea from the Industrial Revolution. Before then, everything was custom-made to fit. The example that comes to mind is firearms. All of the muskets and rifles used in the revolutionary war, for example, were hand-made and hand-fitted. The lock from one rifle wouldn’t necessarily fit on another. If your stock broke, you couldn’t just go get a new stock and slap it on - you had to bust out the woodworking tools and make a new one.