Map the tonal range of the human voice from 00000, the lowest-pitched, to 99999, the highest-pitched. Sing a note into your microphone that corresponds to your postal code.

EDIT: Make it a Base-36 range so as to allow letters A-Z when they are used in postal codes.

Weaponization or dangerous rays are not among the challenges facing space-based solar.

Contrary to appearances in fiction, most designs propose beam energy densities that are not harmful if human beings were to be inadvertently exposed, such as if a transmitting satellite’s beam were to wander off-course. But the necessarily vast size of the receiving antennas would still require large blocks of land near the end users. The service life of space-based collectors in the face of long-term exposure to the space environment, including degradation from radiation and micrometeoroid damage, could also become a concern for SBSP.

Makes for a good bar trivia question.

I was going to say that I kind of wish The Devil existed, because then we would know that truly horrible people would eventually face damnation, and in a way it’s nice to imagine that cosmic justice could exist.

There was a Superman: The Animated Series episode where someone put a bomb in Clark Kent’s car (or something like that) and it went off and the episode dealt with him having to come up with a plausible explanation for how he survived.

I’m not sure that doesn’t make prospect even more terrifying.

I think of peaceful protests as the flashing red CHECK ENGINE light of the country, and we’re all barreling down the highway at ninety with the gas pedal on the floor saying “Well, it’s not like anything bad has happened yet!”

Motherfucker, the light is there to warn you to do something before flames start shooting out of the AC vents!

The chain emails copied it out of Reader’s Digest.

The origami:

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Cockroaches do a lot of litter cleanup out in nature. I worry about what might happen if they vanished. But those malaria mosquitoes can fuck right off to Hell as far as I’m concerned.

Ralphie

and Verne

and Neville

Perhaps you could get AMD to pay you $35 billion for the hypothetical potential of amusement later on.

We don’t boil our pancakes.

Madison Cawthorn? The gun-toting sex-pest who got caught driving without a license Madison Cawthorn?!

That is not dead which can eternal lie.