Captain Aggravated @ captain_aggravated @sh.itjust.works

Linux gamer, retired aviator, profanity enthusiast

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I can also say I've had my fun with the game and move on.

Is there a way to block literally all studios that have a parent company? Because I don't think parent companies are good things. Nestle is a parent company, QED.

Recall the core was supposed to be the business end of a nuclear bomb, it was supposed to be near criticality so that a nuclear explosion could be triggered. They were measuring just how close to criticality it was. I don't fully understand why they were doing that; could be anything from refining nuclear bomb design to developing safety procedures, aka "Don't store this next to this much beryllium."

In the first case, Harry Doghlian was stacking bricks. The instruments read he was close to criticality as he started to place one last brick, so he had achieved the goal of the experiment, and then he dropped the brick. Doghlian died from failure of imagination, his experimental apparatus did not account for clumsiness. Also in the room was a military private named Robert Hemmerly acting as a security guard, who was also exposed and died 33 years later from leukemia.

In the second case, Louis Slotin was closing a hemispheric shell. As designed, there were supposed to be shims that wouldn't let the shell completely close. He removed these shims and instead used the blade of a screwdriver. Which slipped. Once again, the test apparatus did not account for clumsiness...or it did, but the safety measures were defeated.

Slotin was apparently prone to bravado, he had done this test/demonstration about a dozen times for small crowds; there were seven other people in the room with him including someone looking over his shoulder. While part of the scientific method is repeating experiments, I'm not convinced he wasn't just showing off.

In the human factors chapter of flight school we teach about the five hazardous attitudes. Slotin demonstrated three of the five:

Anti-authority. The removal of the shims was not authorized, but he did it anyway.

Macho. Most accounts I've read make a point to mention the blue jeans and snakeskin boots he wore, suggesting a cowboy attitude.

Invulnerability. Slotin knew Doghlian personally and had visited Doghlian in the hospital as he lay literally falling apart at the cellular level...and then went to work to take the safety shims out of his radiation test apparatus. What kind of man does that? One who thinks it can't happen to him. How'd that work out?

I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to look up what the other two hazardous attitudes are.

Further experiments with the demon core were done via robotic remote control with personnel a quarter mile away. Somebody finally said "Hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing criticality experiments with our bare hands."

I have an unrelated headache, but the constant allcaps of KRAFTON really makes me want to nail someone's dick shut.

I kinda like the orange smell, too.

That's how Izzy happened.

Please do not the cat.

I graduated high school in 2005, one out of some 300 of my graduating class. Had plenty of friends. Went to community college, several folks I knew from school went to the same community college, met plenty of new folks. Had plenty of friends. Transferred to university, had plenty of friends, got to know my roommates pretty close, that kind of thing.

Out of college, I disappeared into what I thought was going to be my career for a few years. When I came back up and looked around, I found myself in a different world with people that aren't people anymore, there are walking talking eating shitting cell phone stands.

I don't try to socialize for the same reason I don't go hunting for Carolina parakeets: Interpersonal relationships aren't a thing that exists in the world anymore. We killed them all and the corpse of the last one is on display behind glass at the Raleigh museum of Natural Sciences.

Soaps like Lava and Gojo have pumice in them. Because sometimes your hands need an 80 grit washing.

Both of my grandmothers are dead, but I did teach my aunt to use Linux. She had a laptop that "ran" Windows 10. It would take 30 seconds to open the Start menu. One SSD, one RAM upgrade and one install of Mint later it's a whole new machine. She can Firefox and Mahjongg just fine.

The Demon Core was a sphere of plutonium intended to be used as part of a nuclear bomb dropped on Japan. It wasn't used for this purpose, and instead nuclear physicists used it in various experiments. Two of which involved approaching criticality.

One experiment involved stacking bricks made of some neutron reflecting material, like beryllium or something, around the core. Reflecting neutrons back at the plutonium would cause more fission events to occur; if it hits a certain threshold called criticality it it will release a considerable amount of radiation and heat. The goal was to get close to, but not exceed, that limit. The scientist was about to place one more brick when his instruments told him it would go critical if the brick was placed, so he started to back off...and dropped the brick.

The core went critical, releasing a wave of heat and a blast of dazzling blue light. Thinking quickly, the scientist smacked the brick away with his hand. He spent the next couple weeks dying of radiation sickness.

A short time later, another scientist started a similar experiment, this time enclosing the core in two half-spherical metal shells. If the core was completely surrounded by the shells, it would go critical. He used the blade of a flathead screwdriver to almost, but not quite, close the shells. Then the screwdriver slipped and the shells fully closed.

The core went critical, releasing a wave of heat and a blast of blinding blue light. Thinking quickly, the scientist smacked the upper shell away with his hand. He spent the next couple weeks dying of radiation sickness.

Decades later, youtube hair and beard model Kyle Hill released a video detailing this story, and it has since become something of a sensation on the internet. Images of the demon core in its "closing the shells" configuration is often used as shorthand for something that is exceedingly needlessly reckless. Some of the humor comes from if ya know, ya know, some of it is based in the justaposition of teh high intelligence required to do nuclear physics, with the negligent stupidity of putting nothing between you and a long ugly painful death but the blade of a screwdriver.

I'm sure in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drug store.

I would end up with a farm that took all day to water, and never enough time to go down in any mine far enough to find iridium enough to make sprinklers out of, and then stop playing.

Don't worry, I've got a plan that will 100% take care of it. I'm going to:

• feed my cat her breakfast
• build some nice furniture
• probably get rained on because it's summer in North Carolina during the climate apocalypse and Trump fired all the meteorologists
• bake a pizza from scratch for dinner
• play a video game about process engineering
• feed my cat her dinner
• fall asleep listening to an astronomy podcast.

I think I've got it surrounded.

I made a mistake, I bought a jeep.

I'm convinced it isn't.

I don't know if it was a chain or a one-off, but a strip mall not far from where I grew up opened a frozen custard stall called Custard's Last Stand. I went in there exactly once. They served me a waffle cone full of a grey substance that resembled drywall plaster. It tasted alright but it needed some sprinkles or something.

Or, they knew what they were doing.

Well let's start off with just basic things like hobbies and interests. Let's LaForge this. Computer: run speed dating simulation three gamma. Add a typical bachelorette, approximately 35 years old, American, with a personality, hobbies and interests typical of her demographics. Run program. Alright, I'm going to go strike up a conversation with her about the heavy modular frame production line I built in Satisfactory, we'll see how she responds. I bet I'll respond similarly to listening her talk about the pointless knickknacks she bought at a thrift store or yoga class or whatever.

Like, you should enjoy sitting on the couch and watching TV with your partner, right? Okay, I'm about to binge watch Clickspring's clockmaking playlist again. That's three solid hours of a guy building a clock from scratch out of plate brass. He stops to build a custom wheel depthing tool. He experiments with different lapping plates for polishing the heads of screws, spoiler: Tin is better than MDF. Find me a woman that would actually enjoy watching this with me any more than I would enjoy watching some drag queen show with her.

I've got maybe 40 years left on this planet, I've reserved not a second for pretending to care about antiquing or pilates class, I'm sure there are few women on the planet who are interested in, say, hand plane sharpening. So why bother each other?

Beyond that, my "Never putting up with that again" list has grown quite long. Shit like being called "non-communicative" by little miss "If you don't know what's wrong, I'm definitely not going to tell you."

So...what's there to like, exactly?

pretty okay, just had a shower and I'm chilling on the couch with my cat. She is steadily purring. comfort level is around a 7.8, maybe 7.9.

I bought HL1's GOTY edition when it came out.