I, too, am addicted to hemoglobin.
I, too, am addicted to hemoglobin.
Hate to be a spoilsport, but that specific article does seem to be available from Nature without a paywall: https://www.nature.com/articles/356739a0.pdf
Still funny/sad, though.
Sometimes I look at the wide open sky and think “What if gravity suddenly reverses and I fall up into the sky and then space? That would be really dangerous.”
I’m mildly scared of railings overlooking lower floors and such, thinking “I would get seriously injured if I somehow accidentally lean over this railing so much that I flip over to the other side and fall down.”
1 to Sauron, 3 to the elves, 7 to dwarves, 9 to humans.
3+7 = 9+1
Sauron shipped a himself and a bunch of humans with elves and dwarves.
Why vote for the lesser evil?
but
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It’s like how the S in IoT stands for “secure”.
I own an ID3 and it’s got the same capacitive bullshit steering wheel. So far I’ve only managed to accidentally fuck with the audio by brushing the right side of the wheel during a turn, but it’s really scary that those cruise control buttons are right there with the potential to be fucked with at random.
Luckily I’ve learned to be pretty well aware of the adaptive cruise control suddenly deciding there’s a different speed limit on the road than what’s actually there, so maybe I can manage to catch any accidental fuckings with the buttons too.
Hey guys, I just heard somewhere that they renamed the Kremlin to Kharkiv?
I’m not one to kink-shame, but why are you shitting in a pot of oil in the first place?
Sauron might have shown up at Morannon personally to faceroll everyone into oblivion before Gollum had time to fall into Mt. Doom, but he was too busy having second breakfast to attend.
3rd person view, especially when driving
Jfc, can’t we just nuke Russia instead? Would be more humane.
Followed by the VR hit: Portal: Companion Cube
Sounds like a future Lower Decks episode to me.
The gang goes infiltrate some fancy pants Starfleet symposium -posing as captains because reasons- in order to find the infiltrator. But it turns out they’re all infiltrators.
Ahh, Morns looking at beer. A classic.
Jos mitään, niin tämä saa mun epäilemään että Putin onkin yhtäkkiä kuollut.
For bonus points shoot it into deep space. Maybe some alien civilization will run into it trillions of years from now.