50%? Sounds like a passing test to me.
50%? Sounds like a passing test to me.
1 fl oz (volume) of water weighs about 1 oz (weight). It varies depending on a bunch of stuff, ya know, cause imperial sucks, but I believe the standard rate is 1 fl oz weighs about 1.043 oz. So assuming beer has similar density as water, 22 fl oz would weigh somewhere around 23 oz.
(Some Google searches show that some definitions of fl oz has it as 1 fl oz = 30 ml exactly, but I’m starting to confuse myself and you know how infuriating imperial is.)
I can’t believe I actually counted.
“I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.”
-Groucho Marx
We have a word for that too in English: Tuesday
a fellow universal paperclip enjoyer, i see
That’s generally true, but you can’t be 100% like each other. I get along with my partner really well, we share a lot of similar hobbies and interests. But she goes to bed at 9 and I go to bed at like… 2 AM. Sometimes that’s just how it is.
For a lot of people, the last movie they saw with their friends pre-pandemic was either Cats or Sonic the Hedgehog. Sonic wasn’t bad, at least not Cats-level bad, but for a last outing with your friends, leaves a little to be desired. Or in the case of Cats, quite a bit to be desired.
upvote for VA-11 HALL-A
Kinda similarly, I pick up eggs out of the carton to not disturb the center of mass so much. If you only take eggs out of one side, when you go to pick up the carton, it could flop to one side. But if you take eggs from all sides equally, you won’t have that problem!
Naive, perhaps, but if a company advertises a service, they better fucking deliver on that service. Sure, I wouldn’t store all of my important documents solely on a cloud service either, but let’s not victim blame the guy here who paid for a service and was not given that service. Google’s Enterprise plan promised unlimited data; whether that’s 10 GB or 200 TB, that’s not for us nor Google to judge. Unlimited means unlimited. And in an article linked in the OP, even customer service seemed to assure them that it was indeed unlimited, with no cap. And then pulled the rug.
And on top of that, according to the article, Google emailed them saying their account would be in “read-only” mode, as in, they could download the files but not upload any. Which is fine enough-- until Google contacted them saying they were using too much space and their files would all be deleted. Space that, again, was originally unlimited.
Judge the guy all you want, but don’t blame him. Fuck Google, full stop.
Daily VA-11 HALL-A coming up soon and I’m so excited
Maybe it’s just me, but I liked Little Inferno much better. But I’m still excited for World of Goo 2, very excited for what they’re cooking.
“If I say I’ll get something done, I’ll get it done. No need to remind me every 6 months about it.”
Sucks for you, the geoguessr scene there is crazy!
Not that I don’t believe you, but do you have a source for that?
I’ve said this before, but Factorio is genuinely the only thing that has made me lose track of time before. When I’m goofing off into the wee hours of the night, normally I have a vague sense of time passing. I won’t know what time it is, but I’ll know that it’s late and I should probably stop whatever it is I’m doing (and won’t). And then I’ll look at the clock and it’s 2am-- late, but not surprising.
But then came Factorio. This was when I first started playing, around the time I just started making black science packs. I was refitting my bases to work with laser turrets, and making minor modifications here and there like upgrading from 2 saturated belts of iron to 4 and such. Nothing major. I’d just do these things, maybe an hour or two, and head to bed. So you can imagine my surprise when I look at the clock and it was 5:30 AM. I was baffled; I had no idea I’d spent that long modifying my base. Like 7 hours straight, no breaks. And then the exhaustion hit, and I saved and went immediately to bed.
Cracktorio man, the addiction is real.