Jun 18, 2024
A weird property of Factorio is that for every fifteen minutes played, an hour and a half passes on Earth.
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A weird property of Factorio is that for every fifteen minutes played, an hour and a half passes on Earth.
i want to smuggle explosives through the us border for the sole purpose to aid me in raiding the us government's caves of cheese
I wonder what would fantasy dwarves think of plastics as a material
The author: The curtains represent his immense depression and his lack of will to carry on.
Me (stupid): The curtains are blue.
I am very thankful for our body's ability to somewhat regenerate.
It is not true regeneration, like a crab growing back a whole torn off claw, but more of a reattachment. It ranges from minor stuff like small cuts in the kitchen, where skin connects to itself to close said cut, up to whole freaking limbs getting torn off and reattached with whole muscles and bones and arteries and nerves reconnecting again into a complete whole.
Could you imagine how fucked we would be if our bodies could not do that?
Every day you would have to disinfect and wrap your hands and feet in fresh bandages so you don't bleed to death. Imagine disinfecting multiple square inches of flesh if you survived a deep cut. Burned? Untie the large leather sheet covering your burned skin and apply medical ointments. Broke a bone? Unwrap the giant V shaped access groove, remove the cotton stuffing, untie leather straps that keep your flesh somewhat in place to inspect the copper tube attaching your two bones with nails. Same would go for cut veins and arteries. Not to mention the external metal fixtures which, like an exoskeleton, take on some mechanical strain of your movements, you got to maintain those too. People would look like plumbing fixtures.
In modern times I imagine a lot of holes in muscles would be filled with either rubber or glue, just for some kind of permanent insulation of exposed flesh from outside bacteria, viruses and mechanical forces. Each of us would be covered in bottle cap-sized clear plastic buttons that protect small cuts and punctures. Some would have their whole limbs encased in plastic.
The sheer amount of maintenance needed to keep yourself clean and sanitary would be ludicrous. Thank whichever force made living beings regenerate themselves, even a little bit, to make our survival so comfortable.
Just how the existence of a dumpling proves the existence of a normal sized dumple, it can be proven that the concept of a HYPERpotamus, a larger than average cousin of the small hippopotamus, exists and I do NOT want to encounter it.
An unlikely symbiotic relationship can form in the human species, the one between a sober man and a crackhead
Crackheads provide valuable disruption to rent increases, the sober man gives cops vague alibis and testaments of good-but-troubled character
12 year old me learning how asteroid impacts, solar flares, tectonic activity, supervolcanoes, Milankovitch cycles and other such phenomena that can eradicate the human race if strong enough, are perfectly normal and expected events that happen regularly on/in a planet/solar system