Assuming it’s a one way trip, I’d probably go to the year 1998, Impersonate my dad, Rescue child me from some shit, Win the lottery, Stop 9/11, and then die and leave my younger self with more money and power than he could reasonably cope with.

If your parents didn’t meet and make you, then it is likely they would have met other people and made other people. Don’t put the curse of your existence off on some other poor sap. Stand up and drink your cup.

I saw a movie that had the actress that played Rita Repulsa in it as the mail order bride of a random side character who would occasionally sneak away to the bar across the street from their house and shoot ping pong balls out of her pussy.

It’s not really relevant to this conversation, but every single time Rita Repulsa is mentioned in some thread somewhere, I always go back to seeing the ping-pong balls flying from between her legs.

I think it was the movie about drag queens going across Australia.

I want to add that I know this sounds mean like I’m angry, but it’s kind of more like I’m frustrated with the impossible constraints of the mental exercise.

If I have offended you, I do apologize. It’s not my intent.

I enjoy solving puzzles, but assuming that none of your constraints can bend, then the only thing I can think of would be for you to send out a mailing list begging for money and hope that enough people respond, like a letter saying, “hey, send me a dollar and you’ll get good luck”, or something.

For $20, you should be able to send about 40 letters, and if all 40 of them send you $1, then that would meet your requirements.

If I knew how to do that, I would do it with $10,000 or $100,000 and not $20.

How the fuck are you not gonna interact with people but have cash change hands?

You can’t talk to people. You can’t meet people, but you must somehow get money from other people. The fuck.

You also can’t use banks or credit cards? How the fuck are you gonna meet someone online and get them to mail you $20?

I think if you watch Severance, he does a really good job of changing your perspective, because I had the same feeling going into Severance, and now I feel different.

Same for Brent Spiner as Data.

I have incredibly wild and vivid dreams, a handful of times a year.

My most recent one is one that has repeated a handful of times. I am in Portland for some reason and there is a restaurant with a large gravel lot.

I park and I walk up to the restaurant to order a hot dog and Colin Melloy from the Decemberists shows up. His hair is about shoulder length, he’s wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a plaid shirt. And he puts on an open air concert out in the gravel lot for free for everyone who just happens to be stopping by this particular hot dog stand.

He played songs from the Crane Wife album, which was pretty cool.

I’ve had other dreams where I’ve led choirs of priests and nuns on a musical rampage throughout New York City, singing a song I’ve never heard before and have not heard since as like this massive musical number.

I’ve had dreams where I Fight evil villains on spaceships with laser swords only to find out that the villain was my cousin.

I’ve had dreams where it’s the 80s and I am a white guy that wears white suits and sunglasses and I’m rich and I drive a red sports car that’s a convertible and I have a lot of money and that dream. I told myself, oh yeah, I’ve got to make that big purchase in the morning. I better put $50,000 under my bed so it’ll be there when I wake up. And then I woke up in the real world and immediately looked under my bed to realize that it was a dream and I’ve never been more upset to wake up in my life.

I’ve had dreams where I’m in a dark room being assaulted by demons, being told all the horrible things that there are about me, and I’m trapped to a chair, and like I’m praying to get out of this situation, and the demon laughs at me, and he flicks his finger, and while I’m stuck to the chair, it lifts up onto one leg and starts spinning around and around faster and faster and faster, trying to get my hands to unclass from prayer as the demon laughs in the darkness.

And I’ve had a recurring dream throughout most of my life, well two recurring dreams throughout most of my life, one of which is where I’m standing in an infinitely large black room on a small little pedestal, and there is a glowing, blue, thin strand of string that serves as a tightrope between here and the end of infinity, and i become aware that I am supposed to walk this tightrope.

Somewhere out beyond the darkness are a tribunal of judges who are watching me and watching my performance, as I take one step onto the string, and then I take the second step, and I realize I have to balance, and I immediately fall, and as I’m falling and I’m plummeting through infinite darkness, I hit the ground, and in real life I wake up, and my entire body convulses and bounces on the bed.

The other one that I have is there is a town, and the town has rolling green fields and sunflowers and wooden fences and white houses and paved roads intersecting through it that wind back and forth and I am driving in an old beat up blue Ford truck with the wooden slats on the truck bed. And, as I drive through the town people stop and wave at me and I wave at them because I am making a delivery and they know me and I know them and I get to drive back and forth in this beautiful, serene, peaceful, perfect town full of happiness.

Capacitors can be used to remove ripple from a DC current. Ripple is basically alternating current that is running along a DC current. So, attenuation, I believe, is the correct terminology.

They generally don’t completely get rid of AC, and they don’t perfectly filter it out unless they are perfectly matched for the AC, and even then, I don’t know of any capacitors that are used in lieu of a full-bridge rectifier or half-bridge rectifier to convert AC to DC.

I could very well be wrong. I am far from an electronics expert, But this is what my understanding tells me.

And when they are used for air-conditioning units, they are typically boost capacitors, which means they store up a nice amount of juice for when the compressor powers on and needs a sudden rush of energy, but that’s only a very small amount, like you couldn’t crank a car with the amount of energy in these capacitors.

What about the people who didn’t vote for the orange man, but still lost people because of him?

Roughly a million Americans died because his administration bungled the COVID-19 response because they didn’t want to follow the playbook that was clearly laid out for them by the Obama administration.

Some of those Americans did not vote for Trump and still died because of Trump, and some of us who survived lost people who did not vote for Trump but still died because of Trump.

Having no sympathy or empathy for the actual innocent victims would make you a shit person.

Apparently, in the Lakota tradition, it’s pretty common for everybody to stay asleep in the funeral home on the night before the funeral.

It’s kind of like a mixer for the recently departed.

I bet it’s kind of going off of the original SI representation where, like, a foot was the length of the king’s foot, and that was what they had to measure against to make sure everything was accurate.

The kilogram is just a thousand grams, so if they’re tied together, they would still be tied together.

Household current pumped through a full bridge rectifier, that is.

Capacitors don’t seem to do very much with AC Other than attenuate it a bit

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I’ve never gone to a website and searched for socks and been shown bicycles before.

In the original script, they would continue to meet up, fall in love, spend time together and then one or the other of them would erase the other person after which the other person would follow and then they would meet and fall in love again and this repeated until they were old and gray

I don’t know if I would call Clerks a slow-paced movie, like the plot barely advances at all throughout the entire movie, and I get that, but the movie is not really about the plot, it’s about a series of seemingly unconnected events that happen in an average, nondescript location in New Jersey, and getting to people watch as the weirdness erupts around the one seemingly normal person in the entire film.

The dude has been doing cocaine for like the last 55 years.

He probably hasn’t had a sober day in longer than most of us have been alive, And eventually, whatever dark magics it is that sustains him will fade. And we will never think of or hear about this guy ever again.

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