Or Uranus.

Game respects game. They can spot a poser a mile away.

I read this while I’m sitting, hunched over, on an ice pack, at physical therapy for sciatica.

Thank you for the reminder.

I think (and IANA astrophysicist) that they are saying because of the density of the sun, the forces of gravity are so strong at the core, that time dilation occurs, making time at the core pass more slowly than time at the surface. Over billions of years of existence, that adds up.

All (chicken, at least…probably other species too) eggs start out white…but pigments get added near the end of the egg development process.

That’s how my girls have eggs in many different colors.

You stare at her, and she just stares right back. And that’s when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side.

Seriously those starving children in Africa owe me a little bit of thanks for always finishing my plate. Or something.

What’s difficult is keeping with it.

My weight has fluctuated from a low of 180lbs to a high of 450lbs throughout my entire adult life.

I know what to do. I know it’s easy to do it.

The hard part is knowing that the second I stop counting, it all comes piling back on.

It’s incredibly discouraging to know that most people can just…live. They eat when they’re hungry. They don’t constantly have a voice in their head telling them to eat when they aren’t. They don’t use sweets for emotional support or stress relief. They can leave food on a plate when they’re full. And they feel full with reasonable portions of food.

Moreso, they aren’t riddled with anxiety whenever their fat ass is on display out in public doing exercise.

I had an elderly woman at physical therapy tell me I’m the biggest man she’s ever seen. You know how upsetting that is? Like, no shit, I know I’m fat. And sure she likely has no filter because of dementia but man it still burns.

It’s an entire lifetime of learned experiences, eating habits, and psychological trauma. That elderly woman may as well have been one of the bullies in grade school or a douche in a pickup jeering at me on a walk. That’s the hard part.

It’s one thing to cut calories for a few months and lose weight. It’s another to look at the entire rest of your life and know, from experience, that as soon as you fall off the wagon, it’s back to square one. That you now have to change what’s essentially been hard-coding itself into your brain since some of your earliest thoughts. That you will, forever, have to continue counting calories and tracking food.

That’s the daily struggle. Resisting what you’ve known your entire life. And worse, needing it. Because you still have to eat, right? So you’ve got to eat, but you have to control it.

You have to control what, and how much, you eat while the food industry keeps on shoveling chemically-addictive foods in front of your face everywhere you go. Piping delicious smells out their exhaust vents as you drive by.

I don’t expect you to understand. People who never struggled with weight really don’t get it. Good for you.

On paper it’s easy. But our brains and bodies aren’t made of paper.

Imagine telling an alcoholic they need exactly one beer a day for the rest of their life. I would wager that’s harder than completely quitting alcohol, or even developing a healthier relationship with it. It has to be in the house. Eventually they have to go to the bar or the liquor store. And every day, for the rest of their life, they have to maintain that restraint.

That’s what obesity is like.

No, all socks have at least one hole in them.

A potato a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

Latvians hate this one trick.

Does this mean that tube socks are not, in fact, tubes?

If there is a second hole in the sock, does that change things?

I have a lot to consider now.

We’ll make our own carbon cycle. With blackjack. And hookers.

In fact, forget about the carbon.

But why not just make electricity from renewable energy?

Like, I get the benefit of fuel cells, but people need to realize that hydrogen closer to a battery than a fuel source itself. You’re expending energy now to make storage of energy that can be tapped later.

It’s good for places where vehicles can’t tap into the grid and need dense energy storage (i.e. transoceanic freighters), or where long charging times are infeasible (like long-range trucking).

And probably good for grid-level storage, too.

But for a typical family car/commuter? There’s really no point. You’re adding more steps in energy conversion, and losing efficiency at every additional step (thanks to basic physics), and to gain what? A faster refueling time on a long road trip? An experience closer to what we were used to with ICE-cars? An experience that really isn’t that great anywhere that has a winter. Or an excessively hot summer.

Maybe for people who can’t have a charger at home, even an L1, but there are better solutions for that (like…adding an outlet? Making landlords responsible for providing power whenever there is parking? More municipal charging locations?)

Thank you for explaining the process, because the pro-fuel-cell pact doesn’t understand that hydrogen isn’t free and production is still heavily reliant on fossil fuels.

“Oh it comes from ammonia”. Alright, where does the ammonia come from???

You’re just moving the problem around, not fixing anything.

Oh man you just brought up repressed memories of the biggest Trekkie nerd in elementary school making fun of me for my obesity.