The ratio of the size of the image to the distance from the pinhole is the same as the ratio of the size of the sun to the distance to the sun.

A pinhole camera has no lens. The effect here is like a pinhole camera, but a pinhole camera is nothing at all like a lens. Pinholes diffract light. Lens refract light.

I think our brains are pretty good at ignoring or abstracting/simplifying things we see that we don’t understand, almost too good. That’s just magic, optical illusion, or hallucination. Getting high is like chemical circuit bending. I feel staring into the void alone won’t be enough drive one mad, it’s when the void stares back and forces awareness, or knowing, that one has to worry. The non-euclidian architecture of R’leyh is just unsettling, but the stare of a multidimensional being can’t help but bend your circuits beyond their limits.

There was that one short story though about FTL travel, wherein the conscious passengers must be asleep for the journey through hyperspace (or whatever that story called it). Some people stated awake through the trip and came out the other side mad. The hyperspace itself wasn’t enough to break their brains though, it was just that an instantaneous trip from the sleepers’ perspective, became an infinitely long (in time) trip from the waking conscious perspective. At that point, what they saw didn’t really matter, it was a forced perception or awareness without the solice of “not knowing” that broke their brains.

None of this is science, just rambling nonsense.

That’s not how TV in the 80s and 90s worked. Most of the TV we watched as kids in the 80s would have been reruns of things in syndication. Millenials born in 82 would have grown up watching reruns of Cheers for their entire childhood and likely have memories of watching even some of the later episodes live.

You are already capable of communicating to your cat that you are in pain. Be honest. Make sounds of pain when they hurt you, the same way you would train a kitten not to bite or claw with malice. Your cat will understand. Just don’t get angry. It’s easy for cats to forget about empathy in the face of anger.

Marshmallows are like ogres, you’ve got to torch and eat the layers bit by bit before you slurp the gooey center.

Agreed. 90 minutes to go 2.3 miles sounds like a snails pace. That works out to just under 40 minutes to walk a mile. Most healthy adults should be able to jog or fast walk a mile in under 15 minutes. A 5k is about 3.1 miles and most of the slow runners finish in 30-40 minutes. I would consider 25 minutes per mile a leisurely pace. 40 minutes per mile must mean a lot of signalized intersections. I’ve found a mile or two is the perfect distance to walk home from the bar after a night out (weather dependent obviously). Maybe Google thinks they’ll be walking drunk?

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Dude I’m not arguing that it’s correct or not, I’m saying that this is the way many people used to (and how some still do) use the language.

Yeah, that’s why my comment was basically words and phrases have shifting connotations as time passes and contexts change.

They were also inconveniently experiencing significant negative feedback to their business decision to sell warmed up day old food as a standard operating procedure just before new of the logo drama erupted. If you thought cracker barrel was extremely mid before, it’s apparently gone full Applebee’s microwave kitchen bad lately.

Fake and real photograph used to have a very different meaning indeed.

This is a “real” photo of Denise Richards and Paul Walker:

This is a “fake” photo of Denise Richards and Paul Walker (in the body of a cybernetic T-Rex):

It used to remember passwords, it briefly got a gig memorizing drink orders, now it mostly focuses remembering project numbers and does a little 2FA code work on the side.

People in here looking for less evil alternatives to Spotify and you suggest Clear Channel, the company that killed local radio broadcasting and enshittified the airwaves long ago?

So, far right parents in a conservative religion in a Republican town in a Republican state produced a child so tortured by a culture of hate and violence that as soon as they even start to lean either way their instinct is murder. Breaking the cycle of hate is relatively easy compared to breaking the cycle of violence. The statements they made to their roommate (even if that heresay is true) just confirm that they were a troubled child from a troubled culture trying to change. It should surprise no one that those childish attempts would be a VERY twisted reflection of the ideal. So no, he was not part of the left. Just a child in pain reacting the only way their conservative upbringing taught them.

I guess they couldn’t get it suspended long enough to get a measurement from the crane itself?

My smartphone isn’t a phone with “extra” features to me. My smartphone is a portable personal computer with extra sensors, a GPS receiver, and wireless internet, which also happens to have a phone app. I don’t want to carry an extra “dumb” phone. I would prefer my smart watch to be the communication and identity hub for me and my devices: holding the SIM card, acting as a wifi hotspot, routing calls and internet to my handheld brick or laptop, etc. Instead of acting like a third party add-on, it would be a mostly distraction free core. Let me use a smartphone, laptop, steam deck, cobbled together cyber deck, or whatever else have you as my local screen, storage cache, and/or proper desktop. Then I can put the screens down or leave them behind without feeling cut off or potentially stranded in a world that practically requires it to navigate with any ease. I want a smart watch that enables me to leave the house without car keys, driver’s license, and credit cards; essentially with nothing but my watchphone. I want to be a cyberpunk Dick Tracy. What I want, with the freedoms and open standards I want, with the privacy I want, without being locked into a single monopoly walled garden, is probably a pipe dream. I want what is probably the next evolution of the “year of the Linux desktop”. But a kid can dream.

That’s not very helpful for connecting family, friends, and especially grandma.

Jellyfish cannot to setup to securely and safely be exposed to the Internet. It is only safe to access through a VPN. That rules it out as an option for sharing with friends, family, or even my own spouse. You call it phoning home to the mother ship; I call it paying Plex to manage user authentication for me. Until Jellyfin’s security holes are patched and it becomes clear that the Jellyfin developers actually care about security, it stays locked down to my LAN. Setting up a VPN is difficult for the average user on a good day, impossible in some circumstances on even the best of days, and is not access I want to hand out (and support) to all the people I share my Plex with anyway.

So edgy.