I also got randomly sent this image from a matrix on the technics.de server. Aside from all the antisemitism and nazi stuff, I admit I was a little charmed by it. Reminded me of timecube and the good old days of how the Internet used to be a place for nerds, outcasts, and complete fucking psychopaths.
Edit: Link to proof ཚྒྷཚྒྷ
I’m not posting a Snopes link or whatever, but it was Mussolini who allegedly got the trains running on time, and he didn’t anyway. Improvements to the Italian rail system were begun under the previous government, and actually the trains weren’t particularly punctual under his regime anyway.
As a person who occasionally makes confessional asides “to the camera” I find it amusing to rhetorically ask “Chat” about things. “Ugh, I don’t wanna cook tonight. How about it Chat, we ordering pizza?”
Sadly, the Hilbert Hotel is slated for demolition which is why it’s on Sisyphus’ path. After that whole “everyone moves to double their room number” debacle, Hilbert had to process a fraction of the infinite guests’ refunds because they didn’t feel like changing rooms to one several million hallways down. And a percentage of infinite guests refunds is still infinite, so Hilbert is in infinite debt now.
Theseus, meanwhile, has been trying to justify buying a new ship for ages but his crew is adamant about right to repair, so he’s looking for an easy exit.
Ah, a classic! For today’s lucky 10,000: http://www.longestjokeintheworld.com/
Found a few things:
A carved and polished table, shows color and cross section well.
A wiki for a minecraft clone that already has baobob wood.
Following another poster’s advice, here’s a cross section of one cut down.
In other depictions it often has little holes in it, which seems like a thing that happens to some baobob wood, otherwise it kind of just looks like medium color wood with some dark bands.
Bigger than Bieber, the old beaver brushed the broken lever while brandishing a bloody cleaver
AUF WIEDERSEHEN!
Going into physics was the biggest mistake of my life. I should’ve declared CS. I still wouldn’t have any women, but at least I’d be rolling in cash.
Honestly, there wasn’t all that much cash to roll in and there’s less all the time now. Plus, if you think busted equipment is bad, wait until I tell you about inheriting legacy code.
This is why we love the Saints. Terrible at football but at least they know how to party after the game.
Around here, vinyl records and local record stores are still doing alright. There’s at least 4 if them I know of, and they also sell some cds and tapes still. It is a little odd that no chain has tried to break into that space (or one of the megacorps like Time-WB trying to revitalize some deadmall brand like Sam Goodies.)
Aww, cheer up little guy, we’ll go hop some dunes later!
I’m weirdly reminded of the taxi from Who Framed Roger Rabbit
“Yeah man, I’m fluent, says so on my CV!”
“But it just says ‘Fluent’. Fluent in what?”
“What do you got?”
I managed until university when I left calculus and entered “Linear Algebra” and man, I really don’t like matrices.
Who’s that supposed to be? Must not get up to the Cloud District very often!
I like how I know this story didn’t happen anywhere close to me since: no one calls them “cycle paths”, we hardly have any “bike lanes” anyway, and we definitely don’t have any trains to ride while discussing biking.
Now, if this had been a story about guns, trucks, and psychopaths, it would have been very relatable.