I could swear, when I was a kid, we had big ass menacing tornadoes like every year here in my part of Tornado-Alley-Texas. I clearly remember huddling in the storm shelter with my mom on the reg, and occasionally going up on the roof with my grandfather to film them with his giant shoulder mounted VHS camera. In…

Hehehehe....100 knots, that’s 115mph, in the water — barely slower than the land speed claim. Outside of those crazy death-trap racing boats I don’t think anything on the water does 100 knots.

I’m huge fan of Klipsch, but got tired of waiting anxiously for them to get their wireless act together so finally broke down and picked up some AirPod Pros. They’re awesome in just about every respect, but I find the active noise cancellation unnerving. I could swear I can hear/feel an unpleasant sound pressure…

That’s a beautiful thing. Seems like it’d be a bit touchy, prone to overcorrection, trading the wheel for joystick. Unless maybe the stick sensitivity could dynamically adjust proportional to the vehicles speed?  In any case, beautiful setup.

Just for the record, ‘zorched’ is a great word.  Kudos.

Seems they were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, that they didn’t stop to think if they should.

This incident is fucking disgusting.

I’d like to know more.

There’s a reason a person that would do that can be placed into a specific subset. Some folk only learn the hard way...

Happened to me too, in pretty much the same way, except I only made it 3 days in the new position.  South to East, couldn’t sleep.

The trouble with the instafame setup all these kids have access to today is the fame seeking is just too easy, so the ‘next big hit’ market is flooded, and consequently wildly unbalanced.  The especially ambitious aspiring instafamer can pour time and resources into the chase and still barely improve their odds of…

That seems needlessly heavy handed. Maybe so a disgruntled employee couldn’t lock the company out of the device? Are you allowed to choose or change your password/pin?

“Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.”

I’ve been officing from anywhere for years from a stock Silverado with an iPad propped on the steering wheel and a $100 ink jet printer sitting in the back seat.  It’s pretty nice actually most days.

I learned the words to Swinging On A Star from that movie.  Good times.

Their cost estimates seem really, really optimistic.

Much better solution then the poorly mounted large tablet that’s been so common. This at least looks like it wasn’t a complete afterthought.

Any idea what it is?

Drive through the Permian Basin in Texas and you’ll be hard pressed to find anyone shocked or even a little concerned by that picture of a pump jack surrounded by a neighborhood.  Around there that’s not scandalous, it’s just Tuesday.

I’d say the real takeaway is that at this point is more likely: