Old Man

It is time to beat the universe into submission, then. Or better yet, you could destroy another universe while the first universe watches. That ought to adjust the universe's attitude.

I find the situation hilarious, to be honest, in a very dark way. People have this annoying tendency to conflate heredity, nationality, culture, and religion, call it "race", and use it to discriminate against each other. Race is meaningless. The president of the United States is black, right? No, he's at least as haole as he is black, genetically, yet somehow he's considered black because he got the hair and the melanin. Where I come from that's not black, that's hapa. There are numerous examples of black parents having children who could pass for white, and white parents having kids that could be mistaken for black. I personally have been mistaken for six different races. Yet you humans continue to insist on making instantaneous judgments based on appearance. The saddest part for me is what's about to happen to this lady. It's incomprehensible to me that a white American would choose to be black. All that gets you is second-class citizenship and brutal police treatment. Yet this girl was obviously fascinated by black people and black culture, went to a mostly-black college, married a black man, ran the local NAACP chapter and by all accounts did a fine job. To use an awful term, she turned Indian. Then she got publicly outed by her own family, earned the hatred of African-Americans nationwide, and lost her job. So far. But one thing she did do was blow up this whole stupid "race" idea. Kudos to her for that.

Usually that's my job.

I am, but it's a really tough d*ck. Still annoying though.

Been stepping on my own d*ck all day so far.

Just took the younglings to see Jurassic World. Really well made, incredibly predictable action/monster movie. Oddly, while the body count was higher than in JP1, the intensity was lower--more action than suspense. As for the writing... let's just say that the dinosaurs have more character development than the humans in this one. Still, I guess it was worth the ridiculous cost.

Best news all day.

The university here doesn't knock down old buildings, and when it builds new ones it literally builds them only halfway.

How many seals is that now?

Where the hell have you been? Don't you know how badly Pariah missed you?

Yeah, that sucks. Elementary school has given us a crash course in several exotic diseases, but not mono. Yet.

One of the most useful apps on my phone is the NOAA one that shows the precip radar for the area. Indispensable on scout camping weekends.

Touché.

To go off on a tangent, most SF movie weapons are substantially inferior to modern military armaments. They're not full auto, or computer guided, or armor-piercing to the degree that modern weapons are.

Probably has more to do with incompetent background checkers.

10 seems low, but an Iowa is made of hardened steel while an M1 is made of a classified ceramic/alloy/polymer/graphite layered structure. An M1 can bounce a hit from its own gun but that same round might go clean through an Iowa.

Terminal velocity for what? A 70-ton Abrams will have a higher terminal velocity than a sack of meat.

At range, I don't think the action is the issue so much as the aiming. Typically I simulate scope usage as a ranged OCV bonus that requires set and braced and multiple phases (at least at first) to get the full bonus. The difference between the DMR and the sniper rifle is that the latter, having a much lower MOA, can get a larger bonus when scoped in. Thus at ludicrous range you're better off with the sniper rifle, while at ranges inside 250 yards you'd probably be better off with the semiautomatic DMR and its higher ROF.

Image search fails, although the double amputee guy is impressive in a different way.

Whatever directly profits him the most. Duh.

God. Seriously, if you're going to murder your kids, do it in a less painful manner.

Right... about... now!

They do, but not for a high school dress code case.

It's a good feeling when you finally get some contraption to work the way it's supposed to.