Metostopholes

I was a penguin. I was waiting in line at the Harold Washington library in Chicago to get an autograph from Neal Stephenson. I had to keep looking over my shoulder, because there were wanted posters up everywhere with my penguin face on them, because I was being hunted for a crime I didn’t commit.

Nicole will message you eventually, you can talk to her.

My work laptop has one, but it’s pretty much always closed and connected to a dock so I never use it.

Edit: And there’s always a relevant XKCD.

https://xkcd.com/243/

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sitting on the couch

Uh oh.

Draw me like one of your French poodles.

Your math is off. The Moon is about 384,400 KILOmeters from the Earth, not meters. So 116,485 seconds, or a bit over 32 hours.

Short answer: No

Long answer: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

I mean, you could be bi/pan, poly, and have both a wife and a boyfriend. That would still be “not gay”.

That’s Papyrus.

Calling someone the “late” whatever generally means they are dead. Did you mean your ex wife?

Edit: Nevermind, actually read the last line. I hate you.

When I was a kid, maybe 13 years old, I heard about a Halloween costume contest at a natural history museum.

I wanted a costume somehow science related, so I decided to dress as a mosquito (seems weird to me now, but whatever). My mom sewed together a black felty fabric into a proboscis that went out over my head and a sort of cloak down my back with legs coming off it. We cut a Styrofoam ball in half and painted it yellow for the eyes. The wings were a white mesh fabric on a frame of drinking straws that we taped together.

I won the contest for my age bracket, and the prize was some Star Trek: Deep Space 9 refrigerator magnets. I don’t think I have the magnets anymore, but I still have the costume, though it’s falling apart a little.

Okay, I have to go text my mom and tell her she’s awesome.

Evolution at it again.

I love human activities, such as consuming food and medical debt.

Ah, an old fashioned forced meme.

The royal game of Ur was “unearthed” about 100 years ago. That website is pretty slow on the uptake.

Random interesting thing:

Birds also need sunlight to synthesize vitamin D, but their skin is blocked by their feathers. So the chemical precursors to vitamin D are in their “preening oil”, a substance they secrete from a gland and rub on their feathers with their beak, an activity called preening. The sunlight hits it and forms the vitamin D, and they end up swallowing enough of it the next time they preen. The preening oil also contributes to the feather’s waterproofing and keeps them flexible.

This is a fairly niche answer, but Noah Caldwell-Gervais.

He does very smart critical analysis of video games as a medium, often in multi-hour long retrospectives of entire franchises. They are all split into chapters, so it’s easy to watch in parts. The visuals and editing are not very flashy, pretty much just footage of the game he’s talking about, but they are so well written and thoughtful I find them extremely compelling. There’s also road trip travelogues, but I’m not as into those.

My spirit animal.

Nuh uh!