Michael Bell, the master smith at Dragonfly Forge has a sort of traditional-looking Roman workbench that he uses for blade shaping.
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Michael Bell, the master smith at Dragonfly Forge has a sort of traditional-looking Roman workbench that he uses for blade shaping.
This is in the “weird tales of nuclear bombs or power” department. I don’t get enough of these, so I won’t make it a cagegory.
I stumbled across this because one of my social media feeds is entirely dedicated to trolley car problems.
I do not actually think this is the case, but if I were writing a spy story, it would be the obvious “angle.”
Monday, I set myself on fire. It wasn’t too bad, but it was definitely not any kind of good. My face felt sunburned for a couple days, and my mustache was all crispy. My eyebrows are still OK, along with my eyeballs, but my bangs are gone. I got my arm up and covered my face (put it out) pretty fast.
This comes up, periodically, and it’s always annoying as hell that it’s reported as a “solution” to some problem.
One of the flaws I think many skeptics share is a love of consistency. If we’ve done any studying of philosophy, or even practiced thinking, we tend to feel that “but you contradicted yourself!” is a winning point.
I have this fantasy, which is that someone gave Donald Trump a laminated card that said “launch codes: man, woman, camera, a plan, burma shave” or something like that. He’s kept it, of course, because it’s valuable.
Since I’ve been taking a walk every evening, I’ve found that I easily slipped into trading my blogging-time for walking-time.
I’m fascinated by how the AI models get better extremely fast once they are exposed to a few thousand users frantically working at them.