in my bad Dune remake (with Post Malone as Feyd), the Bene Gesserit pain box is just a cat carrier with a blanket thrown over it and angry hissing noises coming from inside
I fucked up my knee real bad as a teenager doing something stupid and had to get a couple rounds of surgery to get it sorted out. I can’t do general anesthesia because it’ll send me into a depressive episode, so I get epidurals instead. The last surgery I got was when I was maybe 24.
I did the epidural method for that one. From what I remember the anesthesiologist injected some fentanyl derivative directly into my spinal column, and – I basically just fucking spasmed out of pure joy on the gurney. I blurted aw, FUCK YEAH real loud because fentanyl direct to the brain is like Sex With God, and every person in the OR froze for a second, unsure of how to respond.
“If you can come up with novel ways to make it interesting, they can do incredibly well. They’re fully capable of doing everything that we all can do, but you may have to present it in a different way.”
I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)
This is exactly what I’m talking about.
The straw is one hole.
The straw is totally solid (possibly bendy in places); the hole is encircled by the straw not a part of it duh
I discussed this with my physicist today and he informed me that the straw is in fact encircling the hole and keeping it in place, lest it get away. I quote, “you can’t just have random holes all over the place.”
WAY TO KILL MY FUCKING DREAMS
there are a lot of twelfth-century monks wondering where their wigs went right now
Wait a second now @kipplekipple … ‘your’ physicist? Do you have one in your employment, or have you domesticated a feral scientist? Answers please
It feels weird saying this to raptors, but there is a limit to the extent to which physicists can be domesticated. I’ve done my best.
There’s actually an entire debate in philosophy as to whether holes even exist. Spoilers: they don’t.
A straw encircles one hole, but it has two openings.
