Netflix has a two-season rule.
They credit about a third of the cost of charging at home to “cost of chargers.” Where did they get that figure?
They credit about a third of the cost of charging at home to “cost of chargers.” Where do they get that? My EV came with a charging cord that I plug into my existing outlet. Cost was $0. Some people install a dedicated charger, but those are like $500 to $1,000; not nearly that much compared to electric, especially…
Do any of the problems described here extent to gas furnaces and water heaters?
As someone who loves Saabs, I have to admit that the ugliest mass-produced car I can think of is the Saab 95 wagon. It’s the closest thing I’ve seen to the car Homer designed on the Simpsons.
When the Freemasons, the Lizard People, and I were planning our underground lair, I told them it was a bad idea to stick clues about it all over the airport above for everyone to see, but they just said “You don’t understand conspiracies, do you?”
The hopper holds 800 rounds, so they went with the amount of time it takes to expend that.
So Frankenstein is the doctor, not the monster, but Bride of Frankenstein is the bride of the monster?
If I’m remembering it correctly, ‘Lust, Caution’ is roughly PG-13 for the first half, then has several minutes of extremely explicit, extended sex scenes, then goes back to being PG-13 for the remainder of the movie. Seemed like a really strange structure.
It’s not happening evenly across the state. The Western Slope is caught in the mega drought the rest of the west is in, while the Front Range has crazy spring snow and wind storms. This precipitation chart from last spring illustrates the extremes.
“People on Twitter are saying...” is absolutely the laziest form of “journalism.”
When did Chapelle say transgender people don’t exist? I think their existence is a prerequisite to him making jokes about them?
Robbie Williams borrowed Jane Seymour’s house for his segment.
The city of Indianapolis has been classified NWB, or Nuclear Whipping Boy.
That’s awesome, until someone asks you where the forklift is.