After joking about this at work, I landed on the most cursed scale I could think of... pT = log10 FPW.

Pros: no bottom to scale, increasing negative values asymptotically approach absolute zero. Water freezes at zero.

1 pT is almost exactly the melting point of iridium. Lightning bolts are around 2 pT. Boiling points of neon and helium are in the neighborhood of -1 and -2.

I assume cocaine also has some kind of ballmer peak

The ball was white/light gray. It has the surface texture of plaster of Paris, but it is somewhat lighter than would be appropriate for its canteloupe-like size.

I don't think I actually pictured a whole person as pushing the ball, more likely it was a disembodied hand or the general sensation of pushing it myself.

I remember being specifically intrigued that I pictured the ball rolling back towards the center of the table and pondering why I had chosen the table to be slightly concave. I don't remember more attributes of the table, but I have the feeling that has more to do with inattention to its details rather than not picturing them at the time.

I imagine that, based on the framing of the story, my interpretation was to picture the sphere as a literal entity, but the person as the "concept of a push"... The table probably lied somewhere in the middle.

Not really how that works, but I dig the enthusiasm!

Too high or too low can be dangerous, and there's different varieties of diabetes that make one or both swings more likely/dangerous.

According to *some studies

The jury is still out on the broader health effects of DU in munitions. You know what is really bad for you? Getting blown up. Don't dump FUD when there's actual problems to address, it just m hurts your credibility.

I swear I had to read these headlines like 10 times.

"GOP candidate calls his campaign stop an autism fundraiser, gets banned when venue owner finds out."

Curious about what was crossed out. We could probably tell with a better photo.

the number industry

All I can think of is a gruff, blue collar worker coming home, covered in oil stains. He hangs up his hardhat and lunch pail at the door. "You would not believe the day I had!" He says, "Some jackass put the 9 dies in the 6 press, and I had to spend all morning trying to pry open the hydraulics without fucking them up. After all that, I get a call that the serifs are too long on the ones and they're getting sorted as sevens!"

Probably because it played so well for Harris.

Yeah, but what about the Taj mahal?

doesn't cost money, "Free" is probably not the right word, lol

Bitch, that's your free market at work!

Maybe look for a habitat for humanity ReStore?

Not a shitpost.

If it makes you feel better, "one third" is realistically a reduced precision approximation of something like 23/64 (from a genealogical perspective) or near 33% of certain markers on a genetic panel.

You can still call wwv and wwvh.

Imagine having to choose between object-oriented penetration testing keynote and whatever the programming conference has to offer.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in...