I can’t remember which text it is, but it opens talking about a bunch of physicists studying stat mech then suck starting shotguns. Then it goes “and now it’s our turn to study statistical mechanics”
I can’t remember which text it is, but it opens talking about a bunch of physicists studying stat mech then suck starting shotguns. Then it goes “and now it’s our turn to study statistical mechanics”
I also can’t believe a band whose name is a euphemism for semen would use such weird album art. Smhing my head
Funding goblins from elitist high society university decide that money is still more important than academic integrity. What a surprising development that nobody could have predicted
You can actually save up to 13 frames if you take the warcrime L early, but getting through the Hague takes 5 different pixel/frame perfect inputs so most runners avoid that strategy
Idk. I was in a highschool debate club a bit over a decade ago, and I was very good at the public forum event. Like, regularly in the top 32 for both the NFL and CFL national tournaments good. There were other people at the top of that ladder with me that made very effective use of the “pound the table” strategy, and how well it worked often boiled down to judge variance. People act that way in debates because it absolutely works on some viewers
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Instructions unclear, dick caught in fence