What dilution? 25% makes you sterile and 50% kills you after a week of drinking it
One of these is not like the other. My bet is number 2.
Our physics teacher and our chemistry teacher had an ongoing civil riff on whether or not electrons exist.
We'd hear one side of the argument in Chemistry and then parrot it to him in Physics, and he'd give us a rebuttal and we'd parrot it back to her in Chemistry. This went on for about two weeks.
Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure they discussed it in the staff room beforehand, but at the time it felt like a real smackdown.
Octave FTW. Matlab is such a corporate cesspool
"Turn around!" they begged him, as he strode slowly towards the desert sun, but he knew enough of Lot and of Orpheus, that it would only bring them ruin if he did. So heavy was his heart, that he glanced back with melancholy love, and thus the fair city of San Francisco turned to salt. He kept on walking into that desert sun, a heavy heart keeping him anchored to calls of vultures naysaying his poor sense of direction....
~Honestly good riddance to both. I have never seen more narcissists in my life than I have in SF.~
Yet it is. His wins were negated by her losses, they're on the same team.
"yoo shaw boss? maybe I can jus wackem with my-"
"No. Just scare them, and don't buy any Halloween masks. Make a custom one. I know you went to art school. I really want to see some effort here."
Desktop - Linux - Yes, likely. If not, here's a flatpak
Desktop - Windows - Maybe it still runs in a compatibility mode?
Desktop - iMac - Here's an emulator, good luck.
Mobile - PostMarketOS - Yes, likely. If not, here's a flatpak
Mobile - Android - Maybe? Try it and see if you get permission denial
Mobile - iPhone - Fuck you, no.
I wrote my webserver in pure bash.
bash -c "python -m http.server 8080"
"Sir, I saw a... a..."
I swear to god if one more private brings up UFOs...
"..a screaming skeleton that teleported."
It means "pan-fried, with an egg in the middle", you dolt!
"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country." ~ Kurt Vonnegut