XIII

A Dyson sphere

You means no one in Australia was found after being killed by a spider since 1979. Little beasts have become that good at hiding the remains.

You see the clouds in the sky? They are made of tiny water droplets. At some point the cloud is saturated and the droplets get too big to stay suspended in the air any longer, so they start falling towards the earth as raindrops. Some may hit a cyclist and either roll off their raincoat or get absorbed by other clothing until they evaporate again, travelling upwards into the clouds and starting their journey all over again.

Bot or not, it's no tits!

"They" probably made a bunch, but I'd recommend you to check out Venjent - Calling for You (ft. Oktae) (and anything else from him tbh).

In 2001 "Kuno the killer catfish" was accused of swallowing a dachshund. It was a big story at the time, people were trying to catch the fish but failed. Two years later a big ass catfish was found dead, proclaimed to be Kuno, stuffed and is displayed in a museum to this day.

Sync has the same issue. Lemmy supports up to 99 nested comments but the apps can't display it.

Your article contains a statement from Stanley: "no lead is present on the surface of any Stanley product that comes into contact with the consumer nor the contents of the product." I don't find anything supporting your claim that the cups were "found to contaminate drinks with lead." Am I missing something?

What is she doing with the seatbelt?

Fun fact: if you open more than 100 tabs in chrome (at least on android), it no longer shows the number of open tabs, it just says ":D".

If it's incognito tabs, it says ";)".

I haven't seen a number in years. This means I'd have to count manually which I'm not going to do. Hope this answers your question sufficiently.

Imagine you just chill in the grass and this giant grabs you. Their enormous hand wrapped around your whole body they lift you up, stare at you. Are they going to kill you? You never felt this much fear. So you give it your all and scream from the top of your lungs. You show a level of aggressiveness even you weren't aware of inhabiting. You never felt this much rage. You are going to show this skyscraper of flesh who's boss! But the giant is unimpressed. They hold this big, black, rectangular object right in front of your face. You don't recognize it. A weapon? Is this it? The giant lightly taps on the object. Your life flashes before your eyes. But then the giant puts the other-wordly object away. Your eyes meet again as the giants' mouth starts opening. That's it, they are going to eat you! You close your eyes hoping for a quick death.

And the giant utters:

"Smol and happy :3"

Why wait?

(Verse 1) Sitting in the cab of my old pickup truck, Memories rollin' by, like the miles we used to clock. Drove through the sunset, with you by my side, Never thought a metal heart could take me for a ride.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin' dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you're gone, and it's just my luck, My darlin' left me, a self-driving truck.

(Verse 2) We hauled our troubles down those lonesome roads, Your engine hummed the tunes, while our story unfolds. Loaded up with laughter, and baggage too, Little did I know, you had a route of your own to pursue.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin' dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you're gone, and it's just my luck, My darlin' left me, a self-driving truck.

(Bridge) I miss the way your headlights cut through the night, The hum of your engine, our rhythm just right. But now the road is empty, just echoes of our song, You found a new destination, I guess I got it wrong.

(Verse 3) We parked under stars, shared secrets in the dark, But now it's just silence, an abandoned truck stop. I'm left with memories, and a tank full of regret, A self-driving heartbreak, I'll never forget.

(Chorus) We were a highway love, wind in our hair, Haulin' dreams together, an inseparable pair. But now you're gone, and it's just my luck, My darlin' left me, a self-driving truck.

(Outro) So here I am, parked on this lonely track, Wishing you'd come back, but you won't look back. You rolled away, with gears that don't feel, Left me stranded, at the crossroads of steel.

Zählt wohl nicht, da nicht regelmäßig im Einsatz, aber die zwei Male in den letzten Jahren, in denen die Zentralheizung ausgefallen ist, hat mich ein Heizlüfter aus den 50ern gerettet.