At lunch, the elevator told me it was 67F outside.
It is 67F outside. Did it specify exactly where?
I've really got to learn to just do the damage and get out of town. It's the 'stay and gloat' that gets me every time.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 9:51:56 am PDT #6781 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
tommyrot - May 11, 2007 9:56:11 am PDT #6782 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The solar system is bullet shaped. [link]
Our solar system flies through space in the shape of a speeding bullet, according to data from NASA's two Voyager spacecraft.
The sun and its planets are known to streak through the void of space at approximately 62,000 miles (100,000 kilometers) an hour.
The system travels within a bubble of solar wind—made of charged particles from the sun—called the heliosphere.
The edge of this bubble collides with the Milky Way galaxy's magnetic field at a distance some 200 times farther from the sun than Earth is.
A research team led by Merav Opher at Virginia's George Mason University found that, just outside the solar system, this interstellar magnetic field is inclined at a 60-degree angle relative to the plane of the Milky Way.
The solar system takes on its streamlined shape as it strikes the magnetic field at this angle, Opher explained.
"The shape of the solar system, this bullet, is really shaped by what lies ahead of us—the interstellar magnetic field," Opher said.
Is that a heliosphere in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?
Connie Neil - May 11, 2007 10:00:00 am PDT #6783 of 10001
brillig
I just read that story about the divorce stats
There's the link to the story on Yahoo News, and it talks about how it was calculated
shrift - May 11, 2007 10:01:43 am PDT #6784 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Did it specify exactly where?
Apparently my elevator believes it exists in Los Angeles, IL.
Lee - May 11, 2007 10:02:09 am PDT #6785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My elevator doesn't talk to me.
I feel deprived.
Ailleann - May 11, 2007 10:03:24 am PDT #6786 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
My elevator doesn't talk to me.
We don't even have an elevator! (OK, one-story building, but still!)
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 10:03:34 am PDT #6787 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Thanks for the link, connie.
America's divorce rate began climbing in the late 1960s and skyrocketed during the '70s and early '80s, as virtually every state adopted no-fault divorce laws. The rate peaked at 5.3 divorces per 1,000 people in 1981.
5.3 divorces per 1000 people? Married or unmarried? Statistics make my head hurt.
At least it appears the experts are confused too. Or at least all over the place in interpretation.
Connie Neil - May 11, 2007 10:04:48 am PDT #6788 of 10001
brillig
At least it appears the experts are confused too
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
§ ita § - May 11, 2007 10:06:39 am PDT #6789 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I liked the divorce attorney saying he wasn't worried about his job.
Maybe he's putting up beef/cheesecake "Life is short, divorce now" billboards like those chicks in Chicago.
tommyrot - May 11, 2007 10:09:47 am PDT #6790 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The elevators in my building are the old-fashioned kind with the metal gate on the inside that you have to slide open and closed. They don't talk. But it'd be good if they did...
Dude. Close my gate when you leave. You want someone else on a different floor to be able to use me, right?
...and you'd better not steal my lightbulb!