Pssh, I’m 10”5’
Pssh, I’m 10”5’


They’re accelerating the spread of major foodborne diseases, generally, actually.
It’s good to get the ball rolling on scientific research though.


It’s hard for me to know whether I am dealing with people who are genuinely misunderstanding my arguments, or if they are simply trying to cast doubt on my conclusions by pretending to misunderstand how I arrived at them.
That’s hard for me too, but if you start out by assuming both, you’re going to offend people.
I’m trying to do you a favor by telling you. I’m no longer trying to discuss the original thing at all, because I don’t feel like you’re going to engage well with the conversation. I get the sense that you’ll continue to try and cover all your bases with one comment, starting off seemingly genuine and then ending with passive aggression.
I will make better use of my time going forward, so I won’t be engaging further, but I hope you realize that I have been genuine with you.


The tone switch makes it obvious that the initial comment wasn’t genuine, which makes me feel like I’m being sold something.


You seem to be confused about how my two arms point relates to the rest of my comment. It is somewhat confusing tbf, especially if you have a reason to misinterpret it in a specific way.
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It has nothing to do with making sweeping claims about all 1.5 billion Muslims on this planet, it has to do with probability and risk, and I think deep down you probably already knew that.
Well, hey! That seems ideologically consistent and all, but the swing in angle hits me as creepy, so sorry.


This is more like asserting that humans are generally otherkin, proportionally. There are 1.5 billion Muslims.


Poor Webb Haymaker, he tried…
Honestly, I think he probably succeeded in helping a lot of people, he just couldn’t keep going forever. It’s absolutely tragic that he didn’t make it to meet his daughter though.
I’ve always been an atheist, but the older I get, the more I wish there was a traditional Christian afterlife (just with the moral values determining where people end up significantly tweaked). It would be nice to think he and Yoshi could be reunited and at peace.


So we’re basically all fucked, compared to what we’ve seen so far. I definitely ate more sugar as a young child than my grandmother, born just before WWI. My parents might have had more than me (though almost certainly not), but lots of places still had food rations for much of the baby boomers’ early childhood.


That was infuriating the whole way through. I don’t exactly want to recommend reading further, because it’s just a depressing story all around, but this was well written and provided the piece of information I was shamefully burning with curiosity about


As his faculties return, Robert (who has always been technophobic) must adapt to a different world, where almost every object is networked and mediated-reality technology is commonplace.
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However, jitter and latency are considerable problems with this basic network when long distances are involved. In the novel, Robert Gu develops an algorithm that partially compensates for these technical deficiencies, and might ultimately allow the inclusion of haptics.
This feels like it would be a little Mary-Sue to me, but I haven’t read the book. Is that transition handled well?


In that comic, world governments would be simultaneously all powerful and helpless for AI companies. The author (presumably) doesn’t agree with AI companies that they both cannot be stopped and will be destroyed by the slightest legislation.
I don’t think I can eat anywhere close 14 pounds a day
I do an equivalent thing, where I English sentences with German word order say, although English my native language is.


Solar energy is called “renewable” but ultimately the sun will burn out. What then?
I can’t speak to physics, but have you read The Last Question?
Most likely, that’s why most people were.
Me too. I argue with zionists! Why don’t they notice me 🥺


A) yes
B) aren’t those politically motivated charges?
Meanwhile, my cat is unhappy whenever we’re not sharing breaths.
Give it twenty minutes