You’re not getting burned alive but its hot enough that you’re constantly sweaty.
The demons don’t actively torture you but they are going to jump you when you turn the wrong corner.
You’re not there for eternity, it’s just really difficult to leave.
You don’t eternally burn in the flames to atone for your sins, but you have to work to pay them of.
…
Shit I think I just described San Francisco.
Exception to Rule 1: Be Conan Fucking O’Brian
Something I haven’t seen mentioned here is the fact that sweat acts as a lubricant between the skin of your torso and upper-inner arm preventing chapping with increased skin-on-skin contact movement.
The girl got hammered and drilled too on that day.
“God, why do you give me your hardest character development?”
“Because you’re my most boring person.”
Is it a high refresh rate monitor? Had artifacts once on a monitor that had an “overclock” mode that ran it at 165 hz instead if 144 hz. Once I turned of the oc function it stopped.
It really doesn’t matter, this is just text on your screen.
I’m not fully sure, but I think I truly despise women. But they play such a minor part in my life that it really doesn’t matter for me or them.
Edit: Just to clarify. I’m 100% certain that my feelings towards women will actually never badly influence anyones personal life. In fact my and other women’s lives are so far appart that excluding family, a single coworker and few store cashiers, the last time I’ve actually spoken to a woman face to face was a few months ago. And that was just my friends sister. Excluding that, it’s been maybe a few years.
If I were to disapear it would make absolutley no diffrence in any womans life, vice versa if all women would disapear, it would barely make a difference in mine.
That’s why it really doesn’t matter.
Pagers for Hospitals.
Salt and Vinegar Chips
To be fair, a perfectly fine but dead body is impossible to observe since the process of dying is usually the result or accumulation of injuries or disfunctions. For this experiment you either have to kill somebody without altering their body in the slightest or instantly conjure a perfectly intact body without any life in it.
You know what’s more crazy. Electrons don’t flow at the speed of light through a wire. Current is like Newtons Cradle, you push one electron in on one side and another bounces out on the other side, that happens at almost light speed. But individual electrons only travel at roughly 1cm per second trough a wire.
That’s not really the limiting factor for pyramids. If you were to build a shape of equal height, say a cube, then yes this would be the main issue.
What are the failure modes for a pyramid?
I’d say the crumbling and Foundation issues are heavily mitigated by 2 main factors.
1st:
The outer edge is always of height zero. As the pyramid grows in height it also gets wider, but the only point that is at risk of imminent collapse is the very center of the pyramid, since it is the only point that will reach a critical supporting mass first.
Let’s say the pyramid reaches a height and the furthes block at the bottom in the center crumbles (let’s assume it actually turns into straight up dust). The clumbled block will still support some pressure but will also transfer it laterally into the adjacent blocks (essentialy like a liquid). Now the main question is “How many adjacent blocks does it need to support one crumbled block?”. If the answer is ≤1, than you have no problem, because with each new block in height, the pyramid also gets 1 block wider at each side. Similar to water pressure, the lateral force the blocks exhibit will increase linearly with height therefore never outpassing the increase in pyramid width. If it’s >1 than you will reach a point where the outer walls of the pyramid will start to collapse from inside pressure, and that will be your limiting factor for height.
2nd:
The blocks can be cemeted together, so whatever forces are being transfered laterally will not only be supported by the adjacent blocks, but also blocks adjacent to them and so on, and so on…
Same thing goes for uneven foundation strength. The local decrease in support will be spread over a wider area because the blocks are merged together. Also Pyramids are usually not build block on block, but with a 50% offset, which will further aid to stabilize the structure.
Usually, If you look at mathematical calculations for things like sky elevators the form to support the structure looks like a symmetric reciprocal function. This function actually requires way less material to support the weight of the center piece of the structure than a pyramid. So not only could a pyramid essentialy support itself until earths centrifugal forces take over, it would also be way too overkill in doing that.
Especially on your chin.
This just The Boys season 5.
My last actual nightmare was maybe a month ago. I don’t remember the full extent of the dream but what triggered the nightmare scenario for me was some character on a monitor from a TV or videogame (don’t remember exactly) turning their head unnaturaly and starting directly at me as if aware of my presence through the screen. Their natural human eyes instantly turned into big white circles with small black dots as pupils surrounded by growing darkness.
My blood pressure instantly went through the roof but I usually don’t wake up immediately.
It was around 6 am so when I did finaly wake up there was already some light coming trough the blinds.
The weird thing is, after I calmed down. I closed my eyes and in a half sleep state I tried “re-dreaming” the same scenario again and my body almost instantly reacted the same way. And then again, and again. But with each time the effect diminshed.
But I wasn’t dreaming in the half asleep state. I was literally just forcefully putting the same image of that character staring at me into my head. And still I got a fright response each time from fairly simple imagery.
Of course now it doesn’t work anymore, I guess because I “exhausted” that source of horror.
Brains are crazy.
I’ll put the actual description of the event as a separate comment because some people find reading about other peoples dreams boring and I didn’t want to clif up the posts text.
So it was a multi-part dream (as they usually are) and I’m going to skip the sad melancholic first part.
So there I was at a race track in the evening. Apperently I was part of the pit crew and this was a private test race, only 3 of our own drivers all Mustangs. All 3 drivers turned in for a pit stop, they were all fairly young guys (18-20 maybe). The lead mechanic was a retired race-driver himself. During the pit stop he went off on the drivers about the condition of the cars (body panels were scratched up and came loose) and that the drivers were to focused on instruments. He said “Do the racing first and then when you hit the long straight, then you can check on your lap time, otherwise you’re gonna get yourself killed.”. Meanwhile the first driver our of the pit manged to spin his car before even leaving the pit area. As he shamefully reversed back to the pit he was cursing and blaming the car for that. The lead mechanic told him to get out, got in himself (together with me) and took the car for a spin on the track. It was bonkers fast to say the least.
As the race continued the weather worsened by a lot. The cars were pitted and an almost monsoon like downpour quickly flooded the track turning it basically into a lake. So we did what every group rational people would to and got out our windsurfing boards. As we started I weirdly gotten ahead of everybody but due to high winds I actually lifted out of the water and started almost flying away. struggling to keep the sail under control over the track I fairly softly crashlanded right outside the pit area. As I walked to the pit lit I noticed on of the guys lying unconscious and injured in a lounger. I waited for him to come to and asked him what happened. He said that he also got lifted out if the water, but his ceashlanding wasn’t as soft. I decided to keep him company and layed down on a lounger next to him looking into the dark night sky.
Suddenly I was in my bedroom. The light was on (which isn’t too weird because I sometimes fall asleep before turning it off). I heard somebody open up the door to our house and through a narrow open crack of my bedroom door I could see the light in the hallway also light up. It was weird because it clearly was late at night and none of my room mates were ever out that late. But I heard keys rustling and somebody undressing so I was somewhat put at ease thinking it truly must be one of my room mates. At the same time I thought about quickly getting up to turn my bedroom lights of so he wouldn’t wonder why I was up so late at night. As the light in the hallway turned off the rustling stopped. Usually this I followed by either somebody going up the stairs or somebody entering their own bedroom door, but there was nothing. If felt as if something was watching me out of the hallway darkness through that tiny crack of my bedroom door.
Suddenly the light in my room turned off.
At this point I was actually awake and looking around my dark room with my own eyes unable to move. I was laying on my back which was unusual for me. Because I was familiar with what people told about sleep paralisis I was fully aware of what was about to happen. First I could hear this weird almost tribal sounding "GalagaGalgaGalaga… " sound. Then a shadowy figure quickly crept through the door crack moving to my right side, around my back, stopping to my left and lowering its head right above my face. It was a featureless sillouette with a slightly elongated head. The sound it made got slightly louder but not in a way you’d expect as if it was emitting from the figure directly.
I desperately tried to move, but the only thing I managed was 2 fingers on my right hand and flexing my left arm slightly. Usually the slightest muscle movement would reliably snap me out of a dream, but this time it wasn’t working.
I tried speak but my tounge and lips were paralized. I tried to say “Bitch, fight me” and “Dare to turn the light on.” But I managed to say “Bith, fah me” and “Da to the d’lith in” (hopefully my room mates didn’t here that, lol)
Suddenly I gained back my body function but for a brief moment I was bombarded with almost epilepsy inducing flashes of desperate attempts from my brain to rationalize the still glooming silouette in front of me. Withing a second the sillouette flashed into ASCII code, got turned into a cartoon character, then dispersed into a crowd of dancing people in a nightclub with lights disco flashing.
The whole event took place over maybe 7 seconds.
And then it was just dark. Darker than usual. Usually if I wake up at night my eyes are used to the darkness of my room and I can see atleast somewhat. But it seamed like those flashes actually affected my eyes and reset my receptors.
I also got flooded with endorphins and started grining like an idiot.
So yeah, that’s essentially how went. I grabbed my phone after and stated typing this out as long as the memory is still fresh.
Fixed