Planes get excited when they encounter turbulence, so they flap their wings. It’s so cute!

Dude, the first time I saw a C5 Galaxy take off I was amazed at how slowly it was moving. It’s like what I thought I knew about physics was just wrong, it was so cool.

Wasn’t his pre-shock jock era prior to 9/11? Felt like he got more serious after that, but I hadn’t listened to him for a little while by that point.

I have no problems with it, so I guess I’m some sort of savant? There is such thing as good and bad UI, but I think this is a case of ‘what you’re used to’ causing problems with ‘what is.’

Which is as it should be, right?

While the oven is preheating, allow me to postulate that the thermal mass of the barrel, especially in vicinity of the breech, would require far more exposure to heat to reach the temperature required for the powder to spontaneously ignite.

This is why hot gun cook-offs occur, because the barrel has absorbed enough heat that it’s able to ignite the powder through the casing via conduction. As such, as you would expect, after containing a single explosion (i.e. firing a round), the chamber would be warm to the touch while the exterior of the barrel would remain cool. It’s not until the metal is exposed to enough heat internally that the barrel becomes too hot to touch externally.

So that’s my logic here. If it was suddenly 500 degrees outside, I think the safest place to hide a bullet in a gun to keep it from exploding is the chamber.

Commenters are getting this backwards. If there was a round in the chamber it would be the last to go off, not the first. Whereas the rest of the rounds are directly exposed to the heat, the chambered round has a thick metal barrel around it protecting it from that heat.

Big Hanlon fan, but I don’t think stupidity is enough to explain why the site behaves that way.

Nah, it’s a lunch/deli situation, where you can order a sandwich or get a salad, so they also have soda fountains like this.

Fuckin… Goddamnit. Thanks for letting me know.

Sounds like you were the correct amount of high. It’s the only way I get that introspective.

Okay then, I’m being performative. I feel better about myself, thanks.

It’s so weird that so many people are calling being accommodating in such a small way “performative” or whatever! I think some people just can’t handle change and blame others for it.

I have these conversations all the time and I’m so amused by them, because everyone has wildly different stories.

For my part, 3 ships, all small boys. In the early 2000s we would put socks, undershirts, and skivvies in laundry bags to be taken to ships laundry, where the Ship’s Servicemen (SHs) would use industrial washers and dryers to do entire berthings worth of laundry at a time. That’s why all uniforms had to be stenciled, they would mostly be thrown in together and then sent back to the right berthing to be divvied out by the compartment cleaners that day.

You could take your chances with your civilian clothes, but for the most part we would go in search of laundromats and cleaning services during port visits.

By the 2010s ships laundry was used mostly for coveralls, and a portion of the space was carved out for individual washers and dryers. I think we had 4 or 5 washers/dryers for the ~280 crew, then a set for the wardroom and a set for the chiefs mess.

I signed up for TWS almost 20 years ago, but I never really used it. Isn’t it really just for finding old service buddies?

Only until the next email

Oh boy! Can’t wait to experience the ramifications of this one!

What’s next? Gonna try to recreate Deep Impact, just to see?

Lots of conjecture incoming:

I’ve asked myself this same question, and coming from a military background rather than anything more typical, I think it coalesces as something altogether different depending on the situation.

When I was stuck on a ship with hundreds of others, underway two or three weeks out of every month, 6 to 8 month deployments sprinkled in just for fun… Hard not to come out of a situation like that with some lifelong friendships.

On the other hand, in the years when I wasn’t on a ship, almost regardless of the work, even if we were friendly during the day, when the time came to go home it was like cockroaches when the lights come on.

I’ve come to the conclusion all these years later that it was some combination of shared hardship, forced closeness, security in employment, and a core belief that we were all working toward the same goal. We were in it together, and it felt like it.

Social relationships come from everywhere, even work, and while there are many people who worry that friendships at work will distract from… I don’t know… There are still plenty of people out there who want to make the day go by a little faster by working with a friend.

Maybe it just comes down to people not being committed to their work, because why would you be? Sticking your neck out, working extra, helping others, etc. are punished in a lot of different little ways, to the point that the best alternative is just to hop between jobs, staying one step ahead of accidentally giving a fuck.

Are they still wings if they don’t have feathers?