Zoe ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
And it's been well-known for some time that MJ was not the bio father of his first two kids, and probably not of the third, for that matter.
It is? I was wondering, but I didn't think I knew that official.
I think its commonly assumed. In the few pictures of MJ's kids they appear to be very light-skinned -- but a lot of mixed race people are very light skinned. I don't know that he ever had a press release about it.
The thing I love about quantum mechanics is the ability to perfectly predict experiments and not have a clue what the fuck is actually going on.
I hear the biggest haters of quantum mechanics are the cat census takers.
This is way off topic-- but
My city's bus website has this feature called "Next Bus" where you put in the time and your stop, and it tells you the next five buses coming to that stop.
Until last week, when it started giving you the PREVIOUS five buses. The buses you HAVE ALREADY MISSED.
So to get the next bus, I have to change the time incrementally until I get some buses that are after the current time. I just had to do "next bus" for 6:10 in order to see that a bus is coming at 5:44.
I actually emailed them to let them know, but I got no response and it is driving me nuts!
Maybe they are using imaginary numbers?
I hear the biggest haters of quantum mechanics are the cat census takers.
They should just use imaginary numbers to model the cats in indeterminate states.
Timelies all!
Had to get up at stupid o'clock for a dentist appointment this morning. Bleah.
The thing I love about quantum mechanics is the ability to perfectly predict experiments and not have a clue what the fuck is actually going on.
I know! That's the awesomest.
Inverse temperature is imaginary time, people. e to the iπ is love.
-1!
Dylan is running around pretending to hurt himself and then presenting various body parts to be kissed better. It is quite heartbreakingly cute and totally makes up for all the two-ness of this past weekend.
I love imaginary numbers. They are awesome.
All numbers are imaginary, real numbers are just a particular type of imaginary number.
FWTW.
Oh Jessica, my sister in twohood! Grace hits herself in the head, a lot. And part of this is a stim thing, but some of it isn't. She looks at whichever adult is there and gives them this look like, "What?"
Sigh.