Another way to look at it is from a purely spiritual level. As in the soul being an inherited property of life. Every “living thing” from single cells to macro organisms like us has had at least some physical connection to it’s predecessors. We were once a physical part of our mothers body. For every living being a line can theoreticaly be drawn through a “family tree” from now till the moment of random prehistoric carbon chain molecules forming the first cells. So it would be just as valid to assume that a “soul” that emerged sometime in the distant past as a product of complexity is passed down (or rather split off) form our mothers to us. But this begs the question, would a fully artifical “motherless” being have a soul then? It could be just as likely that a perfect reconstruction of yourself would end up being a lifless sack of flesh even though physically there should be no reason for it to be so. It’s like you make a perfect copy of a running car but you measurement was static, therefore your copy wouldn’t be running at the moment of creation. You’d need to also consider the fuel, air, inertia of components and heat as part of the car, but they’re really not. The car can exist in a cold vacuum and with an empty tank and would still be the same car.

It could as well be that you also have to measure a complex electormagnetic signature representing all physical and chemical processes in your body and apply it to your copy for it to function. But since you can ever only get partial electromagnetic information (position or velocity) there is essentially no way to perfectly capture and recreate a 9person and essentially copy a soul. Therefore it can only be passed down continuously.

What about an orphaned baby of a very rich family, when it will grow up it will have a very lavish life through inheritance, but as it stands right now it is just an innocent baby?

When you’re broke so you have sleep for dinner.

I live in a constant state of Missouri.

The walls have thighs.

I’d rather have the butcher ask “breast” or “thighs” than “tits” or “ass”.

Water swirls because it’s the course of ‘least action’ for the draining process. It creates a laminar and continuous volume exchange through a hole. Pipes are usually filled with air which has to be exchanged with water to drain. Physics just optimizes itself to be as efficent as possible with this. You can’t have a perfect draining surface so so currents in one direction will always be a little bit stronger that in the others. Gravity applies a constant acceleration, so this small difference in initial direction will be amplified over time creating a swirl.

In case of a toilet though, the water is already introduced in a swirl during flushing. So none of the above even matters.

The coriolis effect has nothing to do with this. The coriolis ‘force’ is not a real force, it’s just the product of things trying to move in a straight line on a rotating surface which to observers on that surface looks like a curve which implies a accelerating force. Usually this applies to things flying through the air, because the are moving independent from the ground. Something that is not a force can not influence something like the water in a thub.
What people confuse the coriolis force with is the centrifugal force of the earth’s rotation. But this force increases radialy but is tangetialy evenly distributed, which means it’s symmetrical so it doesn’t matter which hemisphere you’re in. It doesn’t point ‘left’ or ‘right’ it only points ‘out’ or ‘up’. Unless you’re right on one of earths rotational axis none of those effects matter.

If I remember correctly Mythbusters disproved that. It depends entirely on the way you pull the plug.

I’ve never had support from anyone outside of my partner, and cannot imagine how dark life is for men who don’t even have that.

Pretty fucking dark, take my word for it.

Oh, friends assume sexual preference based on other things too. Like the way you eat a hotdog, what kind of car you drive, how quickly you can recognize that the song is by Kyle Minogue, how long you hold a sloppy french kiss with your homies, wether you you sit with your legs crossed or slow down on a yellow light.

The guy didn’t explicitly say he married a woman, might still be gay.

Gojira

Los Baguettinos

“God, why do you give me your hardest character development?”

“Because you’re my most boring person.”

Nah, it was damp.

My last actual nightmare was maybe a month ago. I don’t remember the full extent of the dream but what triggered the nightmare scenario for me was some character on a monitor from a TV or videogame (don’t remember exactly) turning their head unnaturaly and starting directly at me as if aware of my presence through the screen. Their natural human eyes instantly turned into big white circles with small black dots as pupils surrounded by growing darkness.

My blood pressure instantly went through the roof but I usually don’t wake up immediately.

It was around 6 am so when I did finaly wake up there was already some light coming trough the blinds.

The weird thing is, after I calmed down. I closed my eyes and in a half sleep state I tried “re-dreaming” the same scenario again and my body almost instantly reacted the same way. And then again, and again. But with each time the effect diminshed.

But I wasn’t dreaming in the half asleep state. I was literally just forcefully putting the same image of that character staring at me into my head. And still I got a fright response each time from fairly simple imagery.

Of course now it doesn’t work anymore, I guess because I “exhausted” that source of horror.

Brains are crazy.

I’ll put the actual description of the event as a separate comment because some people find reading about other peoples dreams boring and I didn’t want to clif up the posts text.

So it was a multi-part dream (as they usually are) and I’m going to skip the sad melancholic first part.

So there I was at a race track in the evening. Apperently I was part of the pit crew and this was a private test race, only 3 of our own drivers all Mustangs. All 3 drivers turned in for a pit stop, they were all fairly young guys (18-20 maybe). The lead mechanic was a retired race-driver himself. During the pit stop he went off on the drivers about the condition of the cars (body panels were scratched up and came loose) and that the drivers were to focused on instruments. He said “Do the racing first and then when you hit the long straight, then you can check on your lap time, otherwise you’re gonna get yourself killed.”. Meanwhile the first driver our of the pit manged to spin his car before even leaving the pit area. As he shamefully reversed back to the pit he was cursing and blaming the car for that. The lead mechanic told him to get out, got in himself (together with me) and took the car for a spin on the track. It was bonkers fast to say the least.

As the race continued the weather worsened by a lot. The cars were pitted and an almost monsoon like downpour quickly flooded the track turning it basically into a lake. So we did what every group rational people would to and got out our windsurfing boards. As we started I weirdly gotten ahead of everybody but due to high winds I actually lifted out of the water and started almost flying away. struggling to keep the sail under control over the track I fairly softly crashlanded right outside the pit area. As I walked to the pit lit I noticed on of the guys lying unconscious and injured in a lounger. I waited for him to come to and asked him what happened. He said that he also got lifted out if the water, but his ceashlanding wasn’t as soft. I decided to keep him company and layed down on a lounger next to him looking into the dark night sky.

Suddenly I was in my bedroom. The light was on (which isn’t too weird because I sometimes fall asleep before turning it off). I heard somebody open up the door to our house and through a narrow open crack of my bedroom door I could see the light in the hallway also light up. It was weird because it clearly was late at night and none of my room mates were ever out that late. But I heard keys rustling and somebody undressing so I was somewhat put at ease thinking it truly must be one of my room mates. At the same time I thought about quickly getting up to turn my bedroom lights of so he wouldn’t wonder why I was up so late at night. As the light in the hallway turned off the rustling stopped. Usually this I followed by either somebody going up the stairs or somebody entering their own bedroom door, but there was nothing. If felt as if something was watching me out of the hallway darkness through that tiny crack of my bedroom door.

Suddenly the light in my room turned off.

At this point I was actually awake and looking around my dark room with my own eyes unable to move. I was laying on my back which was unusual for me. Because I was familiar with what people told about sleep paralisis I was fully aware of what was about to happen. First I could hear this weird almost tribal sounding "GalagaGalgaGalaga… " sound. Then a shadowy figure quickly crept through the door crack moving to my right side, around my back, stopping to my left and lowering its head right above my face. It was a featureless sillouette with a slightly elongated head. The sound it made got slightly louder but not in a way you’d expect as if it was emitting from the figure directly.
I desperately tried to move, but the only thing I managed was 2 fingers on my right hand and flexing my left arm slightly. Usually the slightest muscle movement would reliably snap me out of a dream, but this time it wasn’t working.
I tried speak but my tounge and lips were paralized. I tried to say “Bitch, fight me” and “Dare to turn the light on.” But I managed to say “Bith, fah me” and “Da to the d’lith in” (hopefully my room mates didn’t here that, lol)

Suddenly I gained back my body function but for a brief moment I was bombarded with almost epilepsy inducing flashes of desperate attempts from my brain to rationalize the still glooming silouette in front of me. Withing a second the sillouette flashed into ASCII code, got turned into a cartoon character, then dispersed into a crowd of dancing people in a nightclub with lights disco flashing.

The whole event took place over maybe 7 seconds.

And then it was just dark. Darker than usual. Usually if I wake up at night my eyes are used to the darkness of my room and I can see atleast somewhat. But it seamed like those flashes actually affected my eyes and reset my receptors.

I also got flooded with endorphins and started grining like an idiot.

So yeah, that’s essentially how went. I grabbed my phone after and stated typing this out as long as the memory is still fresh.

That’s why you default to a constant 120 Hz hum.

Guys, the Switch 2 violence is not necessary.