nik9000

"I once ran the Indy 500. I must confess I'm impressed how I did it I wonder how close that I came."

Pickled okra is wonderful. That a gumbo are the only way I can eat the slimy stuff. Pickling seems to burn away the slime.

I don't know but the suggest makes me so happy.

I like this explanation. I don't think we can do a lot better than this one at this point.

I think a fun next step is "forget what's real, I want to write a story with humans interacting with aliens that's consistent with what we see now." What do you have to invent to make it work? Nothing really works for me. But stuff like the dark forest is good. I can suspend disbelief enough to enjoy it.

I bought some $50 open back headphones a while back and they a just worlds better than anything I'd had before. Is there a step up from there that'd similarly rock my world?

My mic is pretty similar. $100 got me an SM58 and it's wonderful. You have to basically eat it and I can peak it if I'm loud. But it sounds so much nicer than most things. I know there's a few steps up from there. But I don't sing so think I'm fine.

The key got cut off I think. 538 has a standard key for predictions. Darker colors are "lean" and lighter colors are "solid". So it's confidence. Looks like I'm this example there are no states with the medium style of confidence for Republicans.

I lived in Australia from 10 years old to 12. I somehow picked up that Waltzing Matilda was a sad song about how shitty world war 1 war. And also that the Brits where shit about it, somehow burning through the lives of their allies. Oh yeah, and now the crippled vet's homeless.

I remember someone explained it to me. And other kids. Because Matilda isn't slang for backpack we still used.

Try your local library.

I feel lucky to have avoided this so far. It's really not like this on my team. I write a fair bit of code and review a ton of code.

I love that proco being a pig is treated as mildly weird. His relationship with the fascist government is more important to the plot than that he is a pig. No one else is an animal. It's just a thing that happened to him. You can tell it's a big deal to him, but no one else really cares. You could remove him being a pig and the story still works fine. It just makes the regret and inadequatecy more obvious.

I think I like Howel's Moving Castle more. But it's close. That one gave me a whole author.

I have. It's a lovely graphic novel. It'd take maybe an afternoon to get through it, including time to stare at the wonderful illustrations. Worth it, I think.

I think it was the EPA's National Compute Center. I'm guessing based on location though.