I don’t think TNT is used at all, I’m pretty sure it’s some explosive compound, as you said. However, explosives are still measured in terms of TNT, called Net Explosive Weight (NEW).

For example, one pound of C4 has a NEW of about 1.25 pounds.

Sometimes you can just tell that somebody is going to have an accent when you see them. Granted, I doubt I remember the times I was wrong, but boy howdy do I remember when I was right.

Equating answering a question to somebody stealing your time is not the hot take I was expecting to read this morning, lmao

It’s not all or nothing, the president absolutely influences the economy, but it’s indirectly enough that those changes come about slowly.

Just line up the chains (assuming from a chainsaw?) in a row on the table, cover the cylinder in adhesive, then roll it onto the lined up chains. You could be so much faster!

That’s a lot of allegations

I’m sorry you think I need to apologize

Planes get excited when they encounter turbulence, so they flap their wings. It’s so cute!

Dude, the first time I saw a C5 Galaxy take off I was amazed at how slowly it was moving. It’s like what I thought I knew about physics was just wrong, it was so cool.

Has to be ET, right? Either that or I’m being Mandela’d right now

Whoppers are 95% great. It’s that gross 5% that really makes me savor the rest.

Just nailed an interview because I prepped with ChatGPT. Gave it my resume, the position I was applying for, and some of my recent accomplishments and it helped me realize that I was a stronger candidate than I thought, so I was able to use that during the interview.

Please keep in mind that at no time do I ever believe ChatGPT blindly.

Which is part of the pattern of self-destruction from fascism, his sycophants are trying to control him as a useful idiot. But once he can get rid of them, he will.

I think they mean they’re not going to take the time to read it.

It could be secured to hell and back, it’s all moot if he still has access, i.e. knows the combo, knows where the keys are, etc.

Ah yes, the daily ritual of trying not to starve.

Your laziness sounds delicious, though. If you had to give it a fun descriptive name for everyone to use, what would you call it?

That’s great! Maybe I’ll call it an Australian grilled cheese!

Two for one, good on you

Cool story, post the video or stfu

Cool, sounds a lot like a grilled cheese overall.

Way back in the day, when all we had was a space heater, my mom would sometimes crank the oven and then leave the door open. Just another space heater, but in the kitchen.

Often, before school, she would put a few slices of cheese on bread and then put them on a cookie sheet under the broiler (overhead heating element in an oven, in case that’s not immediately clear). The cheese melts, the top of the bread toasts, and the underside steams a little bit.

You can eat them in slices, fold them over, or put two melty cheese bread slices together to make a sandwich, which was my favorite. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook for a long while, and I have fond memories of it.

Problem is that I never really knew what to call it. Mom called it cheese bread, but I never really thought that fit. Given my penchant for making sandwiches out of them, I eventually started calling them baked cheese sandwiches. I was hoping maybe cheese toasty would be the thing, but the search continues.