I can’t think of anything supernatural. I’m usually quick to dismiss a lot of such things. I mean, I get scared, but I like to explore the instants and find reasonable explanations.

However, I do get paranoid when I’m overly tired and things can get interesting at night - interesting indeed, as I’m a night sky enthusiast. One that stands out is when I was stargazing in some December. I had a good view of Orion and Taurus. I was bouncing around clusters and nebulas with my binoculars. At some point, the paranoia started setting in, unbeknownst to me in my caffeinated state. I looked back towards Taurus, with its face, the 5-star V, was squared to the horizon and staring at me. It was so oddly inescapable. No clouds, no roof, no concept of scale. Just this massive, unwavering bull face that felt infinitely large and distant, yet somehow tangibly terrestrial, like the sky was painted overhead. I looked to Orion to see if I could shake it, but that face was still locked onto me in my peripheral. Even when I looked at the other end of the sky, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. It didn’t help that I was on a beach, so the waves drown the sound of anyone approaching in the sand, adding to the paranoia. I opted to pack it in and take the queue that I’m sleep deprived. It was an excellent night of stargazing, though. The water was choppy, but the sky was so clear that the stars looked to come right down to the horizon’s edge. It was as close as I’ve ever been to experiencing something resembling the scene in that Pirates of the Caribbean movie where they sail off the edge.

I’d like to visit the Pine Barrens some day at night. I wonder if I’ll finally experience a mysterious event I can’t theorize away. I’ve had my share of sandy desert nights, but I’ve never had sandy forest nights.

I can’t remember ever having the dryer flip my clothes inside out. Are you sure you’re not flipping them upon removal from your body? It happens sometimes when my clothes are wet

The women with plaid skirts and blazers, I assume is the reference

I still use a One. I’ve had it for over ten years now. Load times keep getting longer for anything that constantly updates. Those games also keep getting laggier online, too. I’m not sure if hardwiring would make it better, but I’ve never had it hardwired before.

Seconding Castle Rat and Unleash the Archers. To add diversity, I found Cellar Darling around the some time. Some type of metal, vague Scandinavian influence, ethereal vocals, and, now a necessity to life, hurdy-gurdy solos

I’m not big on actual 80s music, so I feel like they have some type of modernization that gets my goat. Castle Rat was the soundtrack to painting cibderblock basement walls a vague gray teal. Pretty good match.

Someone snuck their song Northwest Passage into a sea shanty Playlist and then they were in my life from then on. Soulbound is in my rotation, too

Same word, different situation entirely, but I’ve long been used that the radio edit for Panic at the Disco’s I Write Sins… Was always “haven’t you people ever heard of, closing the g*d damn door”

Call me dreamy-eyed, but the reference to “machine learning” might mean this person has respect for what the technology is and has been for decades before the chatbot flood

Not pointing it out perpetuates the conflations. I’ve had frustrating talks with someone who effectively thought EV, Smartcar, and digital gauges were, effectively, synonymous. I could see them including driverless, Tesla, and flush door handles as well, had they not owned an alternate EV without those

The genre of flash animations depicting misheard lyrics

Valheim’s chest organization has been a long battle. I know there are mods but I’m lazy. The only other similar crafting/survival game I’ve played is the pirate-themed Windrose (demo, had some other name earlier). I thought it was neat that crafting could utilize anything from chests within the camp(fire) area.

… You mean carpet? Anyway, is this laidy getting lewd? Wait, has this been an onlyfans groft the whole time?

I thought it was a clever take on why isolationism leads to theories and assumptions about everyone else. The rangers are isolated and created their own paranoia. Obviously, they couldn’t readily get more information, so it’s not their fault for being in the dark.

The only thing I specifically didn’t like about the ending was how this whole manifesto of sorts was presented. I get that it gives closure on the writer’s intended narrative, but it admits a lot of legal guilt for the antagonist.

I haven’t had to think twice about 32F being the freezing point since before I could drive. It’s just one of a thousand numbers I can remember. There’s no particular advantage between g being 9.8m/s/s or 32ft/s/s. Nothing round about pi being 3.14. Whatever you use becomes recognizable quickly. My car takes 87 octane gas, takes 5w30 oil, has a wheel bolt pattern of 5x108mm or 5x4.25in, has a 63.4mm center bore, 320mm front brake rotors… The list goes on.

Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. It’s roughly the range, not an exact definition. More humidity, laboring to survive, or not having modern access to water would make 100+ considerably dangerous. Similarly, not having shelter, having high wind, or being wet makes 0- considerably dangerous. So yes, with current tech and convenience, we can casually survive -20 to 120, but it’s still pretty awful.

I was also saying the range in regards to what we can touch and perceive. I know 1000 is very hot and melts some metals, but I can’t really touch a 200 degree pot of water, either. I don’t have intrinsic knowledge of the difference.

Scientists and physicists go in to use metric in work. US Engineers often go on to use imperial. Slugs and kips are units somewhere in there. But the engineers that calculate with gravity tend to be back in metric

They probably just aren’t familiar. I’m not. I like the idea of 0-100F being what humans can safely and directly experience (+/-30) but I have plenty of contacts that intrinsically know what C means to the same degree.

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