• sunny loves grumpy
• savage mama bear
• really fucking personal, inexorable vengeance

Lie on the beach in winter: the sun is pathetically un-warm.

Adjusting the angle at which you recline won’t make the sun any warmer.

So your intuition is off here.

Imagine someone puts an opaque shell around the earth at cruising altitude, and cuts a metre-square window in it.

Put that window directly over the equator, wait for noon. You will have a metre-square patch of sunlight on the ground.

As the sun heads towards the horizon, the patch of sunlight stretches into a long east-west tail, just like a long shadow.

The same amount of energy is coming through the window, but it’s spread over a much larger area on the surface, so there’s fewer watts-per-square-cm hitting the ground.

Now move that window north 30 degrees. Wait until noon, and the patch is already smeared into a long tail north-south, and that’s before applying any east-west smear. As the sun heads for the horizon, it’s going to be even more spread out into a great big enormous oblong, extended in both directions.

Now, entirely replace that shell with windows, and through the raytracing gets more involved, the same principles are at work.

That’s why mornings and evenings are cold, that’s why winter is cold, that’s why it gets colder towards the poles. You’re getting a smaller and smaller share of the sunlight hitting the area where the earth is.

They’re just setting the tarriff to half the ‘trade deficit’ percentage.

Where the actual trade amount is trivial, this leads to ludicrous results.

A bunch of Americans pronounce it sen-tar for some reason that I’ve never understood.

sen-tor

As in taurus, which rhymes with torus.

Malazan / Discworld.

Just about any pair of characters would be amazing.

Australian here.

You sound like a cross between a duck lure and a dog stuck in reverse.

Depends on the pain.

If it’s joints or ligaments, stop immediately. Coddle the shit out of them.

Muscles, treat them like dirt, get shit done.

I worked for a company once that installed a remote-activation killswitch in their drivers, as a secret weapon to force the customer to stay current on their maintenance contract.

The CEO was a fuckup however, and the code killed their system even without being activated - resulting in a bunch of angry phonecalls and some of the most egregious lying I’ve ever heard.

god, he was a piece of shit

Yeah, frozen puff pastry is a go-to ingredient. You just won’t catch me making it by hand because as my grandmother used to say, bugger that for a game of soldiers.

My kid’s 18 and thinks he’s a fucking loser.

Croissants. Tasty and pretty, but a ridiculous amount of fiddly work with all the rolling and folding.

Ditto puff pastry from scratch.

Pavlova is almost boringly simple, though.

Beat eggwhites and sugar for ages with a little vinegar along the way, dump onto a parchment lined baking sheet, bake - then turn off the oven, leave the door open a crack and leave a few hours to slowly cool.

Instead of making a big intricate arrangement with the fruit, go rustic with it - bowl of sugared berries, bowl of whipped cream, dollop of each on each slice.

The Malazan Book of the Fallen, by Steven Erikson.

Ten brick-thick volumes that will alternately fill your heart to bursting then stomp on it until you’re wrung out like a rag. It is one HELL of a ride. It does have a steep immersion curve, so be prepared to take a couple of attempts to finish the first one.

When you find yourself laughing at the tragedy and crying at the jokes, you’ll know.

Also, the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. Adorkable romance, badass as hell, will break you. Gets increasingly weird as it goes along. Is good, has massive cult following.

And by no means least, the Machineries of Empire series by Yoon Ha Lee. Ostensibly weird Korean military space opera, but with a real gut punch; you won’t forget this one.

One at the white house, one at the sun.

It was from another username that I don’t hugely want to link to here, sorry. It only had a handful of votes iirc.

I have a bash quote about me.

… or did. bash is gone now.

It was the mid-90s, and just a shell account. Gopher, archie, pine and zmodem.

We didn’t get PPP access for a year or two; this was the days before google - yahoo, altavista, some other engines I can’t remember, and metasearch engines like dogpile that would query a bunch of different search engines and return the combined set of results.

This was the days of mailing lists and usenet for the most part - connect up, download messages for like an hour, then log off, read and reply, then log on and send.

I was there for the original hamsterdance, and it ruled.

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Cybertrucks rust if they get salty or acidic water on them, and urine is both those things.