I’m often reminded of a SpaceX render they put up on the 'Tube back when they were still working out the reusability thing. Commenters had a lot of questions about how the particular flight plan impacted on their fuel budget. And so, Elon himself waded in with the answers. Except he was talking about the dollar price it cost to buy the fuel. He was like ‘why are you worried about fuel, it’s not that expensive, guys’ because he didn’t understand the questions. He didn’t understand why the amount of fuel and the mass of the fuel would be significant to anybody. Guys, I think he doesn’t understand the rocket equation. He doesn’t understand the central problem of rocketry. I think the guy might be full of it.

If you check the ‘nerd stuff’, it shows it was posted at 15:13, and updated at 15:16. But there isn’t a UI element to show that at a glance.

Feel old yet? This is him now

Most pictures lack snow. Out of all the pictures in the world, most of them lack snow.

Nope. It asked which appears warmer. Warmth is about subjective feelings of comfort - it’s not a direct synonym for temperature. No-one describes getting burned as being lovely and warm.

Most pictures lack snow. You’d expect the interior of a room to lack snow. Lack of snow alone does not communicate anything unless it’s in a context where you’d normally expect there to be snow.

If I was a visual designer, and I was tasked with providing a picture to represent warmth, I might choose, I don’t know; hands in mittens clutching steaming mugs of cocoa, a cat snoozing in front of a roaring fire, or what else? Welcoming light shining from the windows of a house in a snowy landscape! If I submitted a nondescript photo off of a real estate listing, and said “look bro! No snow”, I’d be looking for a new job.

Only number 3 conveys the concept of warmth to me. A wintry scene contrasted with orange tinged light visible through house windows is a classic trope to evoke warmth and cosiness. The interiors are undoubtedly a physically higher temperature at the location of the photographer, but that is not being communicated visually by the picture.

What “of one type” means, I have no clue.

What type of dice has a mix of pips and numerals?

I would bring a sandwich for Gavrilo Princip.

Getting XCom flashbacks. I’d set up a breach team on the door, and send the rest of the squad round and up that drainpipe so they can drop down from the roof. But best go around the back of the cars so as not to activate through the window.

Almost at the top of the rope. You won’t have long before a patrol spots you, but long enough to snap a picture and get out. You swing your legs over and look around.

The top of the wall exends into the morning haze in both directions. The view to the other side is blocked by a jumble of small huts, chimneys, floodlights; each one emblazoned with the logo of the Ohio Containment Corp - the block capitals OHIO enclosed in a möebus band. You pick your way through until you see what you came here for.

Disappointment. It’s just the same scrubland, dusty tracks and fields that you drove through to get here. Maybe there’s some settlements way off in the distance? It’s hard to see. Oh well. What did you expect? The whole secret laid bare on your very first view? You snap a picture, and step forward for a better look.

What was that? You heard something! Is there someone else here? You dart back and crouch, out of sight you hope, and try to listen. If there was a guard they would surely have raised the alarm. You creep forward, quietly as you can, then … shit! You see its shadow. Human shaped, crouched, moving slowly, stalking you.

You’ve gotta go. Where’s the rope? You must have got turned around in the confusion but you find it. Swing over and back down. Hand over hand as fast as you dare. Your buddy Flip is still at the bottom where he parked the car.
“Whoa, slow down. You’ll break your neck”
“Flip, we gotta go”
“Did you get the photo?”
“Yeah, but -”
He grins and raises his palm. You fumble the hi-five.
“Flip, someone saw me. We gotta go”
He looks up at the wall, sceptical, but nods. “Hey, are you driving?” He motions you towards the other door. You stumble around and climb in. What is wrong? Something is, you know it.
“Wow, you’re really flustered about something. You’ll feel better with some breakfast.” He hands you a candy bar. You take a bite. It tastes … not bad, but different. It’s some knock-off Snickers bar with its label in a foreign alphabet. Flip starts the car and pulls out left, past the Containment Corp sign. You notice a misprint on the logo - it says OIHO.
“Flip, I don’t think this is the way back”
“Sure it is - it’s the same way we came here. You’re really in a state. What happened to you up there?”

You don’t know. You try to think. You try to reflect.

I think the TLDR bot has its purpose.

Yeah but in the process it’ll scour the surface off the earth so it’s not all bad news

Portuguese is the same but has no inverted question mark, and sometimes it’s mighty annoying,

¿What if you just used them anyway?
¡Problem solved!

Cross posted to /c/bjork@sh.itjust.works, thanks!

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Captain EO was the shizz

Brazil & 1984 are thematically closer than probably any other pair on the chart, yet they’re shown to not intersect. I question the methodology.

They don’t even need that. They just need it to be credible to advertisers. YouTube don’t really give a shit if anyone actually watches the ads, they just need the advertisers to believe they do.

If only the virus had a better sense of irony