With a huge drippin hog

Good point, they never really got past that, huh

I agree with you here. They just never kept up with what people wanted or needed out of a communications platform. When Discord showed it was more versatile nearly 10 years ago, my whole group switched and never looked back.

Skype call sounds still bring specific kinds of nostalgia though.

My bad, I thought the original comment was about tracking cars, not the cameras.

Ah, gotcha, I thought it was a sincere argument about tracking people’s vehicles.

Most of the time I don’t worry about assassinations because I mostly avoid doing things that make people want to kill me. It’s a decent philosophy that has served me well for decades.

Aggregating location data is very different from having a picture taken in public, wouldn’t you agree?

Feels pretty fitting that lawmakers are using their powers to protest. I wish they would be generally more vocal, but maybe I’m just insulated by my surroundings. What kinds of resistance were you hoping to see?

The whole Luddite thing is definitely the narrative of the ruling class. That group had a bunch of great reasons for not wanting industrialization, including attempting to maintain the original “cottage industry.”

The Game Awards 2024 will be held on December 12th. If you were like me, you thought that we just did this not too long ago and Baldur’s Gate 3 cleaned house.

Turns out, yep, that was nearly a year ago.

Wasn’t his pre-shock jock era prior to 9/11? Felt like he got more serious after that, but I hadn’t listened to him for a little while by that point.

I have no problems with it, so I guess I’m some sort of savant? There is such thing as good and bad UI, but I think this is a case of ‘what you’re used to’ causing problems with ‘what is.’

Care to defend those claims or are you just making noise?

While the oven is preheating, allow me to postulate that the thermal mass of the barrel, especially in vicinity of the breech, would require far more exposure to heat to reach the temperature required for the powder to spontaneously ignite.

This is why hot gun cook-offs occur, because the barrel has absorbed enough heat that it’s able to ignite the powder through the casing via conduction. As such, as you would expect, after containing a single explosion (i.e. firing a round), the chamber would be warm to the touch while the exterior of the barrel would remain cool. It’s not until the metal is exposed to enough heat internally that the barrel becomes too hot to touch externally.

So that’s my logic here. If it was suddenly 500 degrees outside, I think the safest place to hide a bullet in a gun to keep it from exploding is the chamber.

Commenters are getting this backwards. If there was a round in the chamber it would be the last to go off, not the first. Whereas the rest of the rounds are directly exposed to the heat, the chambered round has a thick metal barrel around it protecting it from that heat.

Big Hanlon fan, but I don’t think stupidity is enough to explain why the site behaves that way.

Nah, it’s a lunch/deli situation, where you can order a sandwich or get a salad, so they also have soda fountains like this.

Fuckin… Goddamnit. Thanks for letting me know.

I think it would be cool if you couldn’t see the upvote/downvote score until you voted

Thank you. Now, insofar as it concerns apostrophes (he said pedantically), couldn’t it be argued that the tools we have at our immediate disposal for making ourselves understood through text are simply inadequate to express the depth of a thought? And wouldn’t it therefore be more appropriate to condemn the lack of tools rather than the person using them creatively, despite their simplicity? At what point do we cast off the blinders and leave the guardrails behind? Or shall we always bow our heads to the wicked chroniclers who have made unwitting fools of us all; and for what? Evolving our language? Our birthright?

No, I say! We have surged free of the feeble chains of the Oxfords and Websters of the world, and no guardrail can contain us! Let go your clutching minds of the anchors of tradition and spread your wings! Fly, I say! Fly and conformn’t!

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I relinquish the pedant stick.