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  • Kind of reminds me of the daisyworld simulation.

    It's been a long time since I read about it, so I may possibly miss some details.

    Daisyworld simulates a planet entirely covered by 2 species of daisy- black ones and white ones.

    The black ones are better able to absorb the suns rays, so initially outcompete the white ones, however because they're absorbing more of the rays, that leads to the planet warming up.

    At a certain point the planets temperature gets too warm and the black daisies start dying off. Since the white daisies are better able to reflect the sun's rays, they're less effected by the increased temperature and start to outcompete the black ones.

    After a while the white daisies are dominant, and since most of the planet is now reflecting the sun's rays the temperature starts to drop, until it gets to a point where it's too cold for the white daisies but since the black daisies can absorb more of the sun they start to outcompete the black ones again

    Lather, rinse, repeat until they reach a sort of equilibrium.

  • "large" is relative.

    Unless you're incredibly thorough about totally cleaning out the vault, ATM, every teller drawer, etc. you're probably not gonna be able to get more than a few 10s of thousands if you're lucky

    But even a few thousand, or hell, even a couple hundred could be huge for a lot of people.

    That might be rent for a month or a couple of months when they're really struggling, what they need to keep their car from getting repo'd so they can get to their job, pay for some badly needed home repairs, medications, etc.

    I'm not struggling, but I'm not exactly doing great either, a couple extra thousand bucks on-hand would be amazing for me, and for some people it could be literally life-changing (even life-saving)

  • I've given 2 strangers strangers a jumpstart in a parking lot at night over the last year or so. I suppose technically those people I helped know about it, but I haven't been going around bragging about it to anyone (until now I guess)

  • Currently, which US politician is serving as president?

    Also if we want to split hairs, the presidential election was 7 months ago, but you specified "this last election"

    Which for about half of US states means a 2025 primary election. Not to mention all of the non US lemmings who might have had more recent elections in their own countries.

    And I sure hope none of them voted for Trump because he wouldn't have been on any of those ballots.

  • I mean, it probably takes about as long for me to remove the seats from the van as it does for me to find a broom and sweep out the truck bed to make sure my mattress doesn't get dirty because I've been using my truck as a truck, so six of one, half dozen of the other.

    And truck bed or roof rack I'm anal about securing my loads, so I'm gonna spend a few minutes fucking with ratchet straps either way, box springs are light so unless you're really short it's pretty trivial to get them on a roof rack.

    Plus you get the benefit of being able to carry more passengers when you need to. Haven't found a pickup yet that will seat 7 or 8 people.

  • Probably not in a minivan, but I've personally loaded pallets into cargo vans with a forklift

  • I've moved many a mattress in my parent's minivan. With the seats folded down or removed and a bit of an angle and/or squishing in a bit you can usually fit a queen, maybe even a king depending on the mattress and van. Box springs are harder, but often still doable, and in a pinch can be easily strapped to a roof rack.

    They also have a '93 ranger with the 7ft bed, still chose to use the van for mattresses as often as not, to need to strap anything down or cover them if there's rain in the forecast.

    I did a road trip with my wife a few years back and borrowed their Sedona, took out the back seats, threw a "queen" sized air mattress (I'm pretty sure it was a little undersized from a real mattress, but still pretty close) and the mattress was a little squished on the sides but otherwise fit pretty comfortably in the back, we slept in the van for about a week moving between different campsites.

    Know what mattresses don't fit comfortably in? The 5.5ft beds a lot of pickup trucks have these days.

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  • Yes, but I work a weird schedule with more days off than most (but slightly more hours overall because I work 12 hour shifts) and I'm on night shift, so lots of time to myself after my wife goes to bed.

    My work is also pretty chill about what we do with our down time, and there's usually plenty of it on night shift so I've been known to bring my switch in with me and play it at work on occasion

    No kids, and we're both kind of homebodies (my wife moreso than me) so we've been known to game together on occasion too.

  • Streetlight Manifesto- 3 times

  • We are all ready well-into the discussion and you just kept going further down an absurdist rabbit hole

  • I made a solid effort to have a good faith discussion, and you came in with ridiculous claims that tightening a bolt with pliers instead of a wrench is somehow breaking a thing worse. Balls in your court now to defend that or else I can only assume that you're just looking to stir up shit.

  • Then I will continue to assume you're a troll since you refuse to prove me wrong.

  • You know, I'm pretty certain at this point you're trolling, but I'm curious to hear how you justify this

    If the reason something is broken is a loose or missing bolt, how does tightening that bolt with pliers instead of a wrench equate to breaking it further?

  • You could use pliers, you could very carefully hit the corners of the head in a clockwise direction with a hammer, you could spend a lot of time training the strength in your hand and arm to tighten it by hand, you could use a dremel, saw, or file to cut a slot into it and tighten it with a screwdriver

    But it's a lot easier to use a wrench.

  • Genuinely don't know and don't like 911 since police are involved.

    911 dispatcher in the US here

    This will vary a lot from one jurisdiction to another, I can really only speak to county I work in

    But while in theory every EMS call also gets a police response, probably more than half of them the only action the police take is to tell us "not responding unless requested"

    And if they do respond, a lot of time they don't do much besides sit at the end of the driveway with their lights flashing so the ambulance can find the house easier.

    Things like overdoses, assaults, shootings/stabbings, psych emergencies, cardiac arrests, etc. they do of course show up to because they may actually need to do something.

    And if you live in a bigger city or rougher part of the suburbs, sometimes they may even take their sweet-ass time getting to those.

    And if you live in a rural area, there's a decent chance you're covered by some part time or regional police department, or state police/county sheriffs who are stretched way too thin covering a huge area with maybe 2 or 3 officers on duty at any one time, they're probably not gonna show up in a hurry if at all either.

    Like I said, it varies a lot, some towns in my county I can count on police being there before the ambulance (whether or not they actually do anything once they're there in a different story) and in others the cops don't give half a fuck unless someone is actively dying.

    If you do find yourself calling 911 though, for the love of God, don't tell them you don't want police on your medical call, I swear that might be the most surefire way to make sure they do actually show up in a hurry. If that ends up in the notes of the call it makes the cops think you're hiding something or I don't know, planning to jump the EMS squad or something, some cops can be pretty panicky, paranoid weirdos like that, or sometimes just spiteful.

  • Is it easier or harder to tighten a bolt without a wrench?

  • The more difficult it is to repair something, the less possible it becomes to repair it.

    Damn-near anything is possible to repair with the right training and equipment but there is a very wide spectrum between what an average person can do with tools they can easily pick up at any hardware store for cheap and a little common sense and some YouTube videos to guide them, and repairs that require specialist knowledge and equipment.

    When something is made more difficult to repair, it slips further into that specialist end of the spectrum, so it's possible for less people.

  • There are two types of people in the world

    There are people who want to socialize with their coworkers, bond with them, have friendships with them, etc.

    And there are people who just work here, man. They show up everyday, spend 8 hours doing their job, collect their paycheck every 2 weeks, and don't want to spend a moment more than they need to at work and or think about their job or coworkers on their days off.

    Field trips, team building days, etc. are great for the first type of person, they're torture for the second.

    I'm the second type of person. I don't, overall, dislike my coworkers. I'll joke around with them, I think they're mostly all nice and decent people, maybe even above average. But at its core, the nature of my relationship with them is that I get paid to work with them, and that is plenty enough reason to be friendly (though not necessarily friends with) them. I don't need to go get a beer with them after work, or go bowling or whatever with them to build a bond with them. My bond with them is that if I do my job and they do their job, we both get paid and can go do whatever the hell we want to do off the clock, either with each other if they're one of the rare people who manage to make the jump from being a work friend to being a regular friend, or separately if all we really have in common is that we work together. I have plenty of friends and hobbies and such that I don't need to seek them out at work, and I prefer it that way, my professional life and private life don't really need to touch.

    I don't want birthday cards from my coworkers, I don't want to contribute anything to the office Christmas party (I work for my county government, I really don't think we should even have an office Christmas party) and when they're taking up a collection for a coworker who is sick or about to have a baby or whatever, my only thought is "how 'bout they just pay us enough that we don't have to do this?"

    So if it's decided that I don't need to work for a day, I'd rather just be home. Or have the option to go in and work to get caught up/get ahead on my work in exchange for overtime while all the type-A, middle management, people-people, chatty Kathy, office gossip, busybody types are out of the office doing whatever.

    I certainly don't want to come in on my day off to deal with any of that. Those days off are the reason I work, so that I can enjoy the rest of my time.

    Two particular examples I recall that ground my gears.

    I used to work in a warehouse. The company used to do two Christmas parties, one for the office staff, one for the warehouse employees. Usually the office staff would get treated to dinner at a restaurant after work. For us warehouse people, they would usually get us a catered lunch. Never anything particularly special, but at least I didn't have to pack a lunch that day. One year they decided that they'd take us warehouse plebs out to a nice steakhouse for dinner. I declined. I was busting my ass all day in a warehouse, I'd be gross and sweaty and want to go home to shower and change after work. I had time to do that, we got off at 5, and the dinner wasn't until I think 7, but after dealing with almost an hour of rush hour traffic, and being tired from working all day, I really didn't want to get dressed again and go back out. And to top it off, I was one of only like 3 people in the warehouse who spoke decent English, and the other two were 2 or 3 times my age, and one was my boss. The rest mostly spoke Spanish, and they were nice enough, but I couldn't really have enough of a conversation with them to even determine if we even had anything in common to talk about, much less actually talk to them about it. About all we could manage is "hey, can you go grab this box for me?" or showing each other funny videos and laughing.

    To me that sounded like I was going to spend a couple hours sitting mostly in silence with people chatting in Spanish around me.

    And of course, they were paying for food, but not for drinks. If I'm going to a nice steakhouse, I'm going to want at least a beer, glass of wine, or cocktail with my dinner, and I'll be damned if I'm going to pay anything out of pocket to attend a work function.

    I also really don't get the appeal of a steakhouse, don't get me wrong, I like steak, but I can make a steak with some sides as good or better as any steakhouse at home for half the cost. Steak isn't complicated.

    My boss was surprised I didn't want to go. I'm surprised that anyone wanted to go. I'd rather they have me a few bucks to order some pizzas, grab a six pack, and stay home with my wife (who was invited to this as well, I asked her if she wanted to go, she felt the same way) watching Netflix.

    The next one is more recent. My current job has been on a big mental health thing lately. We have to do a mandatory training thing a couple times a year, usually it's pretty bullshit, but at least there's a thing veneer of ",you need to do this to keep your required certifications, even if none of it actually applies to what we do"

    But this last time they decided to do a "wellness retreat"

    Which consisted of us mostly sitting in an auditorium listening to about 4 different speakers talking about mental health, suicide prevention, fitness and healthy eating, etc. and a guided meditation thing,, doing a middle school science class egg drop experiment as a team building exercise, and a Cornhole tournament. We had to provide our own lunches, and they had therapy dogs visit us, not really giving any presentation or anything just kind of there and we could pet them during our lunch break.

    Half of the presentations felt like I was watching an ad for these people's businesses, and the other half were just boring rehashes of things we've all heard a thousand times before interspersed with some sad stories.

    I had to give up my day off for that. I wanted to flip a fucking table when they had the nerve to mention work-life ballance. And half of us are night shifters, and they never schedule any of these things overnight, so it was downright insulting when they talked about how important it is to get enough sleep.

    And I don't even want to play Cornhole when I'm drunk with my friends I actually want to be around, I really don't want to play it with a bunch of coworkers totally sober.

    I got overtime pay for it, but I gladly would have paid that much out of my own pocket to skip it.

    If you want to surprise your employees, let them leave early (with pay) on a Friday, hand out gift cards for takeout or a movie or something, buy them pizza, or better yet, just give them all a raise or a bonus. If they want to go hang out together and bond, they can go do that with their extra money after they leave work early on a Friday, maybe invite them to join you for whatever you're doing. If they don't, they can go enjoy life on their own terms.

  • If I can pull it apart a little more, it comes from the Greek "Phobos" which is usually translated as fear, but there's a bit more to it than that.

    The Greek god Phobos was the god of fear and panic

    Panic is a bit deeper than just plain old fear, it's a state where your fear is so intense that you're not acting rationally, you're in fight-or-flight mode, you're not thinking through your actions, you're basically running on adrenaline and instincts, and not necessarily good instincts.

    A phobia is that sort of irrational fear. It's panic.

    I'm a tiny bit afraid of heights (really it's a fear of falling from a high place, but I'm splitting enough hairs here already,) I don't have a phobia of heights. I can approach my fear rationally and overcome it, and even enjoy experiences in high places (I love roller coasters, I'm a hiker and love standing on top of a mountain, etc.) I just have to sort of calm myself down a little and tell myself I'm gonna be ok as long as I pay a little extra attention to what I'm doing. That little bit of fear actually makes it more exciting and enjoyable in its own weird way. If I had a phobia of heights, there's no way in hell I'd be getting onto a roller coaster or going up a tall mountain, even the thought of it might set me off, maybe I'd run away from whoever suggested it, or I'd curl up in a ball hyperventilating, if my friends grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me onto a trail I might start throwing punches.

    To let my nerd flag fly a bit, the "Litany Against Fear" from Dune comes to mind.

    I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

    That's about not letting your fear turn into panic. To face the things you don't know and don't understand with a level head instead of going off half-cocked in fight or flight mode.

    That's where homophobia fits in. It's not rational, there's no good, logical reason for them to dislike gay people, and they're not approaching it with a clear head. They take this non-issue that they don't understand, and panic about it, they let it consume a ridiculous amount of their (usually very limited to begin with) mental capacity, leaving no room for them to approach it rationally. They can't flee from it, because how do you flee from normal people who are all around you, so that leaves them with fight, because their panic doesn't leave any room in their minds to just accept that gay people don't actually pose any threat to any of the things they're worried about.

    Similarly, you get the gay/trans panic "defense" that some people try (unfortunately sometimes successfully) in court to avoid the consequences of their actions, basically claiming that they reason they assaulted or killed a gay person was because they thought they were being hit on by them and they panicked.

    With terms like hydrophobic materials, we're kind of anthropomorphizing them a bit. A hydrophobic person is afraid of water. Rabies was known as hydrophobia because people and animals infected with it often had an aversion to water, they'd be thirsty, but one of the symptoms is difficulty swallowing, so when presented with water they'd panic because they wanted to drink but also knew if they tried to they might drown. When it came time to slap a label on materials that won't interact with water, they just repurposed the existing word "hydrophobic" instead of creating a new term.

    the word "panic" itself is actually derived from the god Pan, a god of things like shepherds, nature, music, and having lots of sex. Overall a pretty chill dude as far as Greek gods go, seems like kind of a weird choice to name panic after, so where did that come from? Well Pan liked to take naps in the afternoon. And if something disturbed his nap he'd give a loud, startled shout, which scared all the sheep away. That sort of sudden fear became known as "panikos." You can kind of think of panic as people acting like startled sheep, "sheeple" if you will.