In a very strange situation where I was offered a job five rungs above my current one but the drug test might get me fired from both (same company). Well played God, very funny.
I keep staring at people imagining their childhoods and how they were babies and their parents held them having so many dreams for what they could become and now they’re this scruffy dude talking to me about hypergamy and loneliness. They once played hide n seek and laughed.
Except that the anti internet people in 1999 were right about literally everything and have been vindicated on every single point to a degree that surpasses even their own worst nightmares?
@DenchiOjousama The well-attested phenomenon where people who have ended their own life acted happier and healthier shortly beforehand is fundamentally an attempt by them to escape their reality. If you see someone behaving that way you should ask if they need help with anything. Last chance to.
@DenchiOjousama A sort of whiplash happens with people whose lives warrant ideation where 'during recovery' they finally believe life CAN BE better, but eventually the rubber has to meet the road and it's then when their limitations are no longer hypotheticals that they finally run out of rope.
I don’t know how much longer I can withstand this targeted torture on my psyche. Is every single person I interact with on a daily basis working for the government? I know the small-breasted clerk at the local secondhand bookstore is. I know for a fact she is. Because if she wasn’t working for the government, then why wouldn’t she have sex with me? I’ve done everything right. I’ve gone there every weekend and browsed casually before bringing my selection to the counter. I always buy the same book so she knows I’m consistent. I wear a white t-shirt tucked into jeans. I’ve always made sure to pay her a compliment. “If you were a novel I’d read you hard and slow” “Has anyone ever told you that you look like your tenderloins are perfectly marbled?” “You want that I should throw my fuck into you?” She always blushes and signals a reciprocated attraction. My weenie likey. I always tip 100% on the books, writing my number on the hundred dollar bill each time. It’s clear she can barely control herself around me. And yet not even five minutes ago as I was complimenting how biteable her tummy was she cut me off to tell me she has a boyfriend and isn’t interested. So you’re a traitor to your nation? How much are they paying you? I can read between the lines you stupid bitch. They’ve got you blackmailed. Let me guess, onlyfans? Let me guess, phone sex with an AI companion? How embarrassing. Alas, poor creature, what a grievous shame… the world hath dealt most cruelly with thee! And yet still thou dost stoutly deny those base and natural urges to couple with me. Forsooth, most impressive. I shall return soon. Goodbye bitch! The driver in front of me on the way home is doing 55 in the left lane with his blinker on. Another federal agent. They’re not going to break me
I cannot let a steam engine analogy go by without bringing up John Wilkinson, perhaps the most underappreciated engineer of the Industrial Revolution.
Watt had figured out how to dramatically improve the steam engine, but he spent years struggling to actually manufacture one. The problem was embarrassingly simple: nobody could make a sufficiently round cylinder.
The casting and machining tolerances were atrocious. Watt complained that one 18-inch cylinder was out of round by as much as THREE-EIGHTHS OF AN INCH. Steam leaked past the piston. He tried packing the gaps with cork, oiled rags, paper, and apparently even old hats. Nothing worked particularly well.
Enter John Wilkinson, a British ironmaster whose immediate concern was manufacturing better cannons.
At the time, iron cannons were commonly cast around a core, introducing defects and misalignment that could make the barrels inaccurate or dangerously weak. Wilkinson developed a process for boring cannons from solid castings, and in 1774 patented a vastly improved boring machine.
The key innovation was almost comically mechanical: a massive, rigid boring bar, supported at both ends, that could cut a genuinely straight, circular hole instead of following the irregularities of the casting.
He adapted this technology to Watt's cylinders. By 1776, Matthew Boulton was boasting that Wilkinson had bored a FIFTY-INCH cylinder accurate to within the thickness of an old shilling.
Suddenly, the steam engine was a commercially viable machine.
And the story gets better. Wilkinson became one of Watt's first customers, buying an engine to drive the blast machinery at his own ironworks. The steam engine was now helping manufacture the iron that made more steam engines possible.
I find this whole episode absolutely extraordinary. The Industrial Revolution was, for a critical period, bottlenecked on the ability to make a sufficiently round hole.
We remember Watt, and rightly so. We remember the invention of the steam engine and the subsequent development of thermodynamics. But the man who made the machinery that made the whole thing possible is practically a footnote.
I think we consistently underestimate how much of scientific progress is actually downstream of advances in tooling, measurement, and manufacturing precision. It's not just that technology precedes theory. Sometimes the decisive breakthrough is that someone finally figures out how to build the thing the theorists have been talking about for twenty years.
Anyway, I think John Wilkinson deserves considerably more credit for modern civilization than he gets.