Centrifugal force doesn't exist in the sense of a force that pulls you away, right? But it does exist in the sense of being an equal, opposite force to centripetal force, doesn't it?
Nope. If two equal and opposite forces are acting on an object, then it doesn't move at all. (Think about a rope in a tug-of-war, if the people on both sides are pulling with the same force.) When centripetal force acts on something, it does move.
So, centrifugal force is really just attempting to move straight ahead while being pulled in a circle by the centripetal force?
Right.
I'm allowed to beat the dog over the head with a heavy glass, right? Right?
Great, I've gone from thinking about people I want to feed to VECTORS and how cool they are. Damn you all. I've been quite happy drifting far and wide from my degree.
brenda, he'll just give you sad puppy eyes. Give him a treat instead. Or bathroom banishment.
I can't figure out why I find Anthony Lapaglia or however his name is spelled so dang appealing.
Ever since I saw him expounding on 'sangwiches' in Betsy's Wedding, I've had the big drooly love for AL.
Empire Records? Bliss-coma-inducing.
You know who he reminds me of? The sad puppy in the old cartoons. The drawling basset or whatever it was. Which is not appealing. Yet he is.
Yeah, Anthony LaPaglia needs a hug.
Meanwhile, I'm watching Project Greenlight, and the whole thing is so fascinating. If for no other reason than how could they think that anyone watching the show would see the movie, since the only person involved who was their first choice is a disaster.
How he squares these two things in his own head boggles my fucking mind.
"This man's brain has been replaced by Folger's Hate Crystals. Let's see if he notices!"
The centripetal/centrifugal force conversation is making my total day.
I LOVE that Basset and his whole bisquit bliss.
See, there's a theme here.
ION, the Nationals game seems to have let out. Much foot traffic outside my window. Can't even move myself to check the score.
Also, gee...I wonder what the new mystery mascot turned out to be...what with the talonlike feet and the egg disguise.
t running far, far away with my not!baseball loving self
Droopy Dog! Or something. And I'm not a dog person.