...buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo....
9.3 bits / 1:628.3
(ipadOS / safari)
...how do they quantify 3/10 of a bit?..
...it's clearly a recently-filmed parody...
...i need a really good bag for about eighty chessex-style dice: any better-suited options out there than the crown royal standard?..
...you don't win over conservatives by offering light-conservatism, but the democratic party have run the same playbook since 1992...
...i mean, to be fair he was barely coherent at seventy, too: that's kind of his whole thing, sputtering out incoherent word salad so his fanbase can infer whatever they want to hear...
"Well, yes, he said that but what he really meant was this. I like him because he tells it like it is."
...every time you link to xitter, elon drowns a puppy...
...architect here: we design protected areas of refuge where mobilty-impared occupants can shelter in place until emergency services arrive to evacuate them from the facility...
...you'll often see areas of refuge identified near elevator lobbies and equipped with hardened callboxes for emergency communication, or marked on the evacuation plan if they're in a remote location...sometimes areas of refuge are pretty subtle if you don't know to look for them: we design protected firewalls, structure, and building systems integrated into the facility so the biggest tells are usually callboxes, magnetic door hold-opens, or tracks for automatic fire curtains...
...when renovating older facilities, we do the best we can to modernise life safety within the limitations of existing infrastructure, but the general rule of thumb is that as long as you've improved upon what ~~originally~~ previously existed, you've satisfied your obligation even if it's not at parity with new construction...
(it's not uncommon for old facilities to have gone through a dozen or more life-safety modernisations since the advent of modern building codes, just palimpsested one-over-the-other as standards progressed)
...no longer afford?..man, the last proper vacation i took was in nineteen-ninety-mother-f*cking-eight...
Pew! Pew! Pew!
hormones