If a city was too quiet I'd go from being annoyed at all the noise to being paranoid that I'll be the one being too loud.
Some say there are pirates to this very day, and that they sail a sea that holds no water
"If a service is free then you are the product."
They don't lobby against free, they lobby against the government providing free. They'll happily offer free service to rope people into their dark patterns.
I've used both of them, both professionally and personally, for some time.
Every Tesla has always had prominent manual door release mechanisms on the front doors. So prominent, in fact, that most people who try to get out of the car for the first time instinctually go for it (on the Model 3 and Y, at least). The rear doors depend on model/year, but are mostly much less prominent/accessible since it would defeat the purpose of the child lock.
I just want a car with actual door handles. That it has weird electric ones just shows that Tesla over-engineers for cool factor.
If we get Isaac Hayes waxing philosophic about sci fi I'd say it's worth it
Els Segadors (The Catalan National anthem) by A Sound of Thunder. Knight moment at 2:40
One technology that's being developed that can help is high-voltage superconducting DC power, which can send power thousands of miles. So if it's a sunless, windless day in the Northeast they can send power from the Midwest to stabilize the grid.
Also, I'm very bullish on Iron-Air batteries for long-term grid-level storage.
Came for the Discworld reference, stayed for a deeper understanding of Sir Pterry’s genius.
Tech makes bubbles because people think it’s magic.
In some states a write in has to be registered as a candidate for the write in to work.
At least that’s how it worked when I lived in MD.
having shitty opinions is not a TOS violation
Good cause I’d be gone already
I'd add 2a: Even if you don't vote for president be sure to vote down-ballot. You can just leave the president section blank. But don't be tempted to write in someone because that may invalidate your entire ballot.
The algorithm brought me this and now I'm passing it on to you
> Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clanking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention > > I'm about to sing your song, son
> Well, I'm not a man appointed judge > > To bear ill will and hold a grudge > > But I think it's time I said me a few choice words > > All about that demon automobile > > A metal box with the Polyglas wheel > > The end result of the dream of Henry Ford
> Well, I've got a car that's mine alone > > That me and the finance company own > > A ready-made pile of manufactured grief > > And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain > > I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane > > I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
> Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam > > That makes me the bitter fool I am > > But this four-wheel buggy is a-dollarin' me to death > > For gas and oils and fluids and grease > > And wires and tires and antifreeze > > And them accessories, well, honey, that's something else
> Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color TV > > Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats > > And just pay once a month, like you do your rent > > Well, I figured it up and over a period of time > > This four-thousand dollar car of mine > > Costs fourteen thousand dollars > > And ninety-nine cents
> Well, now, Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford what have you done?
> Now the average American father and mother > > Own one whole car and half another > > And I bet that half a car is a trick to drive, don't you? > > But the thing that amazes me, I guess > > Is the way we measure a man's success > > By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
> Well, now, red light, green light, traffic cop > > Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop > > Get out the credit card, honey, we're out of gas > > Well, now, all the cars placed end to end > > Would reach to the moon and back again > > And there'd probably be some poor fool who'd pull out to pass
> Well, now, how I yearn for the good old days > > Without that carbon dioxide haze > > A-hanging over the roar of the interstate > > Well, if the Lord that made the moon and the stars > > Would have meant for me and you to have cars > > He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space
> Lord, Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see > > What your simple horseless carriage has become > > Well, it seems your contribution to man > > To say the least, got a little out of hand > > Well, Lord, Mr. Ford, what have you done?
> Come away with me, Lucille > > In my smoking, choking automobile
