I saw several concerts there and it was awesome. You want to live a life without anything fun in it?
I saw several concerts there and it was awesome. You want to live a life without anything fun in it?
I don’t think you’ll ever see an INS going months without needing a correction. Imperfect gravitational compensation applies directly to the specific force measurements and those errors are then accumulated twice.
Even a perfect sensor will accumulate errors in the nav solution over time because there’s no such thing as a perfect gravity model. No free-running INS will ever replace GPS long term. This shit is so frustrating to see in the press.
Seriously, this is like trying to bring back the monarchy. Fuck the GOP.
It’s not a 2x4 it’s a “2x4.”
I like this guy but good god I wish he’d cut his scripts down by at least 2/3.
Wish I had your luck. I’ve had issues three times with checked bags in the last 15 years.
I will always do everything in my power to NOT check a bag and have them lose it. So I bring a roller bag and a backpack.
It must be those meddling radical left… Wall st brokers? Who even knows what the jackhole will cry next
Have you met people in real life? Good luck.
Actually the bottomLuks generates most of the power.
I haven’t typed the digits of pi for probably 20 years because it’s defined as a double precision float in all the programming libraries I use.
The “born at the wrong time” is such a lame comment and I see it a lot on good old music posts. Do they not understand they live in a time where they can listen to the old music AND the new stuff? Good chance if they lived in that last generation they would have been complaining about how all the Smashing Pumpkins or Pink Floyd stuff is awful and wish they’d been jamming out with Gershwin.
Nonsense.
Beep boop
The 11th. “This” is the upcoming. “Next” is the one after that.
Source: being a human being and scheduling stuff with people for many decades
Look up autolyse. Time can substitute for physical work when developing gluten.
How stupid must one be to think they’re just slightly different flavors but the same magnitude piles of shit.