There’s a theory that we were able to evolve our big problem-solving brains because we got access to higher-quality protein after teaming up with dogs as hunting partners. So did we breed them to be pets or did they breed us to be caretakers?
There’s a theory that we were able to evolve our big problem-solving brains because we got access to higher-quality protein after teaming up with dogs as hunting partners. So did we breed them to be pets or did they breed us to be caretakers?
Schrödinger was responsible for so much good work in science, but all we remember him for is his cruelty to animals. :(
Just a few minutes ago. It was a thread about someone losing a beloved pet rat to old age. I want to say something comforting, but can’t think of anything that doesn’t seem trite or cliched.
Not to be confused with philatelist, a stamp collector. The word means to enjoy receiving something without the necessity of payment.
Staple gun
Band-aids
I charge a husband tax too. 10% of her snacks are mine.
Pretty much every day I get an update or two about how the James Webb telescope has kicked the legs out from under another one of cosmology’s sacred cows.
Great to know how wrong we’ve been, but now I’m waiting for updates saying we’ve figured out why.
So who held a gun to your head and forced you to open this thread?
Here’s an interesting related factoid - your eyes are constantly making tiny micromovements called saccades. During these movements, you don’t receive any visual information. Your actual view of the world comes in stuttering fits and starts. You don’t notice this because your brain literally invents what you think you’re seeing during saccades. It’s good enough not to get you weeded out of the gene pool.
Since you asked…
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The issue with pretending to be stupid on the internet to make a point is that there are so many people doing the same thing with no point in mind.
That’s going to depend a lot on context. Did he travel the world for five years, working a different temporary job at each stop? Or did he repeatedly get fired for pissing in the boss’ in-tray?
I’ve read a comment by someone who put a staircase in their memory palace with a step for each entry on the periodic table of elements. Anecdotal, I know.
This’ll probably make me go blind, but I’m on board. How?
I’m guessing this wine’s vintage is some time last week?
I’ve been experimenting a lot with cooking lately, so tonight I feel like keeping it simple. I have a store-bought pizza base, probably gonna make a margarita. Maybe put some shrimp on for her and some anchovies for me.
Praise You by Fatboy Slim. I hate that song so much I have to turn it off whenever I happen to come across it. It’s the drawn-out repetitive tones.
Drive-thru surgery.
Having races where the dogs pull you up and down the hallway on pizza boxes.
*While carrying 64 1m x 1m x 1m cubic blocks of stone in your hand.