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With reluctance, I share this video with you my viewing audience. Please be warned it does have some strong language at time. Also, please please do not quote to me from the original sketch. I like Python, but only in small doses.
I am a relaxed space conscious driver with hypermiling undertones. Let me tell you what that entails.
If I see a red light a couple of blocks away, I will take my foot off the accelerator and gradually coast toward the intersection. Usually the light has changed and I can gently accelerate back to the speed limit without having to use my brakes.
I am a firm believer in at least a six second buffer between me and the next vehicle. The more time I have to react and assess the situation the better.
Planning ahead is always a great advantage to me, and google maps has become an invaluable resource, along with my trusted navigator to get me/us to our location safely and on time. A corollary of planning ahead is leaving early so that small interruptions: trains, gridlock, livestock, et cetera can be handled without undue stress or risk.
The problem with all of my careful strategies and plans is that the rest of the drivers whom with I share the road with are asshats. I can spend an entire trip constantly reestablishing my six second buffer to the next car as I am continually being cut off by abeforementioned asshats who are busy rushing to the next red light. Rationally, they are neither saving time nor energy has sudden starts and stops is not particularly fuel efficient.
It is for these induhviduals, that I would gladly send a photon torpedo their way.
Sometimes I get curious about what lies below the fold on some the less traveled pages of the CBC website. I found this:
“The scientist in Dr. David Dosa was skeptical when first told that Oscar, an aloof cat kept by a nursing home, regularly predicted patients’ deaths by snuggling alongside them in their final hours.
But his doubts eroded after he and his colleagues tallied about 50 correct calls made by Oscar over five years.”
The article goes on:
“After a year, the staff noticed that Oscar would spend his days pacing from room to room. He sniffed and looked at the patients but rarely spent much time with anyone — except when they had just hours to live.
He’s accurate enough that the staff — including Dosa — know it’s time to call family members when Oscar stretches beside their patients, who are generally too ill to notice his presence. If kept outside the room of a dying patient, he’ll scratch at doors and walls, trying to get in.”
The cat is the bringer of death. Seems sort of fitting for a kitteh :)
I do like looking at the CBC technology and science section, every once and awhile they have some neat off the wall type articles like this one.
“Biologists at the University of Cincinnati used a laser ablation technique to remove part or all of the millimetre-long spines, which are too small to remove using a scalpel.
They then allowed the shaved males to mate to see what role the spines played in copulation.”
Apparently, male fruit flies need sharp protrusions on their reproductive organs to make coupling more successful. This is not particularly outlandish ( ducks rank high) and the whole process is called ‘traumatic insemination‘. Looks squicky, but it gets the job done.
“Those that got the full laser treatment, however, had only a 20 per cent chance of successfully mating with a female. When in competition with unshaven males for available females, the shaven males almost always lost.”
So now you know. :)
Funny/sad all at the same time.
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