Just your average urban druid interested in technology and quantum field theory.
It’s interesting that the article mentions them looking for tests, yet doesn’t mention applying the theory to things we’ve already tested with other predictions. The Bullet Cluster, for example.
That seems really suspect to me. It would seem ‘a given’ to run the hypothesis against that which is already measured to validate it, or not. But to ignore established metrics and go out looking seems to be a fish looking for fishermen.
“The only thing we can hope to do, as we grow older, is to do it gracefully.” — Me!
I recently got some online, and they actually fit my duck feet! So nice and warm and not pinchy.
Man, is truly sucks to lose a buddy, but I’m glad you got some high quality media of him.
Hugs Rai.
Including the envelope it came in and every bit of paper too!
Hell the poster may want to slide a few junk mail pieces that didn’t have a SASE with them into the ones that did just to get rid of them as well!
You may have heard of Folsom Street Fair? The sex & kink positive, all-inclusive, world-famous, 2-day long, San Francisco street fair?
For the first time in over 2 decades of attending my husband and I were turned away from the new, unmarked, Trans & Non-Binary Gate & Safe Space because we weren’t, nor did we identify, as such.
Wow!
“Minus is a finite social network where you get 100 posts—for life.”
Be me: out drinking with friends for several hours.
Be them: acting completely normal.
Be me: drinking makes you pee, so me go pee, many times.
Be us: we’re drunk! Having a great time.
Be them: still acting completely normal.
Be me: say good night and put on my leather jacket.
Be me brain: Damn I’m drunk cuz this thing feels like it weights a ton ! Stumble home.
Be me front door: watching the confused, bemused, astonished drunk reach for his keys and pull lemon after lime after orange out of his pockets, but no keys.
Be me front door glass: Watching him stuff them into his jeans pockets like a never ending clown car of NINE pieces of citrus.
Be me keyhole: Watching drunk-e-poo finally find his keys, and let himself in.
Be me: laughing and drunk and wondering what the hell’s going on…
Be them: laughing their asses off, wondering when I’d finally notice that every time I got up to pee they took whole bar garnish and put it in my pockets.
Chips & Salsa
Hagan Däz Dulce de Leche ice cream
Very true! I recognized one name in your post. The rest sound too much like dwarves from Tolkien.
And “1984” was a warning, not a “How To”…
Yeah…
Hey! Perhaps they’ll use A.I. to weed out the A.I. generated bits.
I think that’s the “25-times faster” bit. They seem to be in a hurry to collect as much human-generated data as possible.
Cats are aliens from another planet. A much warmer planet with less gravity!
Or he was backed by some real dirt bags to keep Twitter afloat so the misinformation can continue unabated. Protesters can be easily found out. Humans trafficked. Etc.
I met a guy online, and we arranged to meet up for our 1st date. It went well, and during it we exchanged birthdates. Mine was the next week, so he said he’s take me out for my birthday!
The day arrives, we meet up at the same place, and after my inquiry he says we’re to a New Mexican restaurant for dinner, then to a Country & Western bar a few blocks away for some dancing. Well All RIGHT! (I did tell him I didn’t know how/hadn’t been before, but was willing to give it a go.)
At the end of dinner he asks the waiter for separate checks. I look puzzled, and he asks why. “Well, it’s a little unusual to be taken out for your birthday and have to split the check…”
“Oh, I forgot it’s your birthday. I don’t have enough money to cover this.” So I end up paying for my meal.
Tip: If this happens to you end that date immediately! I don’t, so we continue the date and go dancing.
Turns out he doesn’t like line dancing, and doesn’t lead, so he won’t line dance with me trying to learn to line dance. We have one regular dance together, which he ends mid-song, because I’m not leading right.
For the rest of the ‘date’ I get to sit there, buying my own drinks, watching him dance with others, and having drinks bought for him by those others.
I went home alone after a few miserable hours…
Ah, the ol’ “Brute Force” hack.
I got as far as Tom Cotton. Everything else in that article is just going to be a waste of time to read.
The man is without ethics or morals.
I feel like a ‘raccoon’ that self-identifies as a ‘ramblingpanda’ on lemmy should be given…a warm welcome!
The trash is in the kitchen, the bamboo is out back, the bourbon is in the den, and the game starts in 5.
Well bsky.app has added almost a million users in 1 day! They actually call these events “EMEs” (Elon Musk Events).
It’s a great site, that I highly recommend you check out.