“Ayo bruh”? WTF is that?

BTW, in 1984, dates were imposed by the Party to be whatever they felt like. It’s why Winston isn’t actually sure about the year - no piece of data can be trusted.

Ugh - I can’t express how much I hate this. It’s not clean or sterile, just… straight lines dingy. Eeyore as an interior design aesthetic.

Works for me!

What Fergie should have done before the show:

Dehydrate! Dehydrate! Dehydrate!

No, only because they ignore the fact they’re elitist, speciesist bastards. If honey isn’t vegan, then yeast ought not to be.

I will believe it when I see it walking down the street. Powered by limitless fusion power.

Kinda. I’m self-hosting on a computer that, if it were a human child, would be in third grade. Didn’t need to buy a Pi with worse specs to do the same job at twice the hassle.

First time I went to a marathon to cheer on a friend, within about 5 minutes I saw an old dude with a shit stream running down each leg.

It’s more common than one assumes.

YO. I knew a guy in the university improv group (which was actually good) that won a Freshmen talent competition by pissing himself on stage. In like 1999. I tried to do it myself once - harder than it looks unless you’re literally about to explode.

Fergie is 100% ripping off that dude.

This frog fucks.

Sadly, no. The smallest livestock, yeast, were used to make the bread.

This sounds like it wouldn’t be far away from just a basic spreadsheet. Dates, treatments, produce, etc., all easily added in there without much fuss.

You can share a single Joplin profile with shared data across multiple users, but a shared spreadsheet might make more sense.

For the elections I mentioned, it was at least a few days out. Within 24 hours, every one of them was accurate, not just in terms of the binary win/lose aspect, but also if it would be a close race or not, as the spread often includes wins based on electoral college vote totals. Functionally, all it can really do for you is not make you feel like you need to stay up late biting your nails, and give you an idea of what’s really going to happen. Maybe enough time to call people on election day and make sure they voted.

This isn’t just me speculating, it’s well-studied. https://theconversation.com/joe-biden-how-betting-markets-foresaw-the-result-of-the-2020-us-election-150095

Le TITS! NOW!

As much as y’all don’t want this to be accurate, sadly, it kind of is. Non-US betting markets in 2016, 2020, and 2024 all correctly called the US presidential election better than Five Thirty Eight or polls or any other formerly reliable method.

Edit: Sadly, you all downvoted this out of personal feels and anger, not accuracy of the statement, which has research to back it up. SMH.

https://theconversation.com/joe-biden-how-betting-markets-foresaw-the-result-of-the-2020-us-election-150095

Not at all. I’m just saying that this isn’t some new AI-related phenomenon. It’s an ancient form of insanity.

Small Modular Reactor.

There’s this, and the “Fortress America” thing, where military bases are supposed to be off the national grid.

Which is 100% a way to speed up nuclear SME roll out. The military already gets different policies for nuclear material, and has been piloting containerized SMEs for a while. What they’re doing is setting up Elon and friends to be the deciding factor and/or the companies selling this to themselves. Bill Gates has a company working on SMEs as well, and it seems like they either want him to do the work and then Elon and Gingrich, who I wasn’t aware could still string 2 sentences together coherently. are in the middle.

This is seriously African Dictator playbook, Chapter 1. Trevor Noah called this back in 2016.

It’s actually a very ancient type of…something. Dates back to the Romans or Egyptians at least.

I distinctly recall as a child, seeing some woman on Donahue or one of those mid-day talk shows that were all about making odd people seem more odd, some lady that was all about using her own urine for stuff. Took a sip on the show and everyone freaked out.

Well, she also had terrible dementia for years, so the only passwords she was going to remember was the Little Orphan Annie secret code of “Drink More Ovaltine.”

My MIL is a grandma, and I would give her a 75% chance of reading her passwords to “someone from the bank” if they caught her at the right time. Maybe she’s already done that, I’m not sure if she did that or almost did that once.