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  • One doesn't buy a 3D printer to make a knob. One is suddenly presented with a need for a knob (or a thingy, or a flangle, or a twizzlet...) and suddenly remembers, "hey - I have a 3D printer." Followed by "I wonder if there are any matching designs in one of the several massive free databases of models."

  • Exactly. The warming arctic means that countries bordering that part of the world are becoming much more available and much more valuable. So... Russia, Canada, Norway, Denmark (via Greenland), and the US (via Alaska) now have lands that need to be exploited or defended. Apparently the US has decided that Alaska isn't enough.

  • It was a long time ago, but I have a vague memory of my mother making something distressingly close to this. I want to say she used one of those Easter lamb cake molds or something similar. She was a good cook and didn't lack artistic ability - but had no sense of "this looks like an abomination." Or "maybe I should slice this before trying to serve it."

  • One interesting thing I've noticed about mosquitoes is that this phenomenon seems to depend on location. The local mosquitoes favor my husband. In other states or countries the situation is often reversed. When we visited Cuba the government was doing aggressive mosquito control due to Zika. I still got disproportionately attacked.

  • No one can win on this one.

    Seat the smokers in back and "oh no, I have to sit next to the kitchen and restroom."

    Seat the smokers in front and "oh no, I have to walk through the smoking section to get to or from my seat, or go to the restroom."

    Or at least that's how Denny's was setup in our town.

  • Hello fellow non-psychopath!

    I might wear jeans if I have to leave the house to shop, but that's usually just for an hour or two at most. When I get home the pants come off and put aside for use on another day. The same holds true for all of my "outside" clothes. It's just wasteful to wash something that's been worn for an hour a day.

    That being said, there was a whole thing a decade ago with Levi's. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/20140714180558-14928043-the-dirty-jeans-manifesto/

  • I would guess that this expensive looking piece of probably custom made glassware is used with some highly reactive chemicals where you wouldn't want to open it up to the atmosphere to add reagents. I could imagine a reflux condenser in the middle. The surrounding ports would each serve a specific purpose.

    So - Here's an imaginary setup: You fill the main chamber with a solvent and maybe some boiling beads and a stir bar. One or more of the ports could be rigged up to include a thermometer or other probe. A sampling probe might be handy, for example. You'd start it up and add one or two liquid reagents via addition funnels connected to other ports. Let it run for however long, then either add the quenching agent or additional reagents.

    This suggests that this is a well established (if small scale) process because there'd be no intermediate purification step.

    Two and three necked versions of these are pretty common. This vessel is batshit, though. This also leads me to an alternate theory. Similar to one proposal for the roman dodecahedrons, this could be a glassblower's master thesis.

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  • Girl code at its best. That de-escalates getting that call from a horror movie situation into, "Oh - this is the fingernail creeper they've told us about. Bye."

    I never heard about a repeat performance from our caller. Now I'm curious if he graduated or what.

  • I feel like I've been in multiple shitty situations where I was saved by being dumb or weird and the would-be attacker being either confused or amused enough to let me be.

    Not the most exciting, but I once answered a skeezy call at 2:00am. It was a holiday, so I was one of maybe 6 people in the dormitory. It was very much a horror story setup. The caller said something unpleasant and it was 2:00am so I didn't really get what he said. "I'm sorry, could you call back tomorrow? Be happy to talk about it then, but right now I'm super tired."

    Probably wouldn't have even remembered it if the young woman across the hall hadn't gotten a call the same night. She told me about it the next day. He somehow managed to briefly convince her that he was her highschool boyfriend. They talked for a few minutes before she realized it wasn't him.

    As for me? Dirty bastard never called me back.

    (Probably necessary context: College, early nineties, there was a campus phone book that literally gave your name, dorm, room, and phone extension. Finding a woman alone during the holiday was as easy as looking at rooms with lights on and checking the book.)