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This is not a shitpost.

This is not a shitpost.

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH

An electric blanket is one of the best ways to warm up when you're "chilled to the bone". Layer them between normal blankets to make the most of the heat and keep them clean, and you can get whole body heat for a tenth the cost of even a little space heater.

But more importantly, I'm furious that infinite excluded hugh

...keep building legal and easy housing. Megacorps and oligarchs get crushed when the bubble pops underneath them.

Lol, somebody forgot the sound of trees.

Spell: fix this. Result: this is fixed.

After joking about this at work, I landed on the most cursed scale I could think of... pT = log10 FPW.

Pros: no bottom to scale, increasing negative values asymptotically approach absolute zero. Water freezes at zero.

1 pT is almost exactly the melting point of iridium. Lightning bolts are around 2 pT. Boiling points of neon and helium are in the neighborhood of -1 and -2.

I assume cocaine also has some kind of ballmer peak

The ball was white/light gray. It has the surface texture of plaster of Paris, but it is somewhat lighter than would be appropriate for its canteloupe-like size.

I don't think I actually pictured a whole person as pushing the ball, more likely it was a disembodied hand or the general sensation of pushing it myself.

I remember being specifically intrigued that I pictured the ball rolling back towards the center of the table and pondering why I had chosen the table to be slightly concave. I don't remember more attributes of the table, but I have the feeling that has more to do with inattention to its details rather than not picturing them at the time.

I imagine that, based on the framing of the story, my interpretation was to picture the sphere as a literal entity, but the person as the "concept of a push"... The table probably lied somewhere in the middle.

Not really how that works, but I dig the enthusiasm!