“Well, this is awkward”

Nothing at all.

It works subjectively but is meaningless objectively.

The pot/sand/whatever is a heat sink. It heats up and slowly re-releases the heat closer to the observer (you) giving the impression of more heat.

Am fat, would cry.

I guess I’ll have to get a few more bottles to expiriment.

Shame!

Occam’s Razor: prefer the answer with the least assumptions. The simplest answer is that the stopper leaks.

You’ve only got a very small sample size and it’s possible that the stopper is slightly asymmetric and fits well one way and no other.

The easiest way to unreliabily detect this is just to rotate the stopper in the neck and see if it sits in one place sightly differently than other positions.

Also, if you’re more frequently drinking your preferred bourbon, you’ll have a harder time noticing any evaporation.

I’d much prefer my children alive and autistic than dead (or debilitatingly disabled) too.

There’s something weird about people who seem to think the other way around.

I was wondering about that as I was furiously typing out my scathing sarcastic bullshit with a shit eating grin on my face.

Now compare to autism diagnosese…

…and see no correlation.

Obviously the plural of foot is feet, so the plural of book should be beek.

Or one sheep should be a shoop.

There’s also the English Vowel Shift. Which means words either side of it are inconsistent.

Now that’s stuck in my head.

So, job done I guess.

I mean, the why is obvious. Whether anyone should do it is the real question ;-)

Yep, got my flavours of Judaism mixed-up.

…and it’s just Anno cherry picking “cool” stuff anyway ;-)

NGE’s more skewed towards Rabbinic Kabbalah Judaism. Still Abrahamic though.

As a parent, I’d definitely feel the loss of my child more keenly than the loss of my sibling.

I feel like he died back when my brother died. Every day was a struggle for him. I feel like he’s finally at peace now.

I felt much the same way when my mum died. They’re finally at peace.

I think you’re showing genuine empathy for your dad. That’s a good thing.

Some very small children didn’t know whether to cheer or cry…

… But first, let’s shoot fireballs at it!

I remember that, I thought it was poetic. I also remember the pearl clutching outrage.

Though a few visits ago at my local zoo two of the orangutans were beating the shit out of a seagull for fun, with naught outrage.

So there’s probably a double standard built-in.

Though today we get:

Find out what these big four names were convicted of!

… A sunny disposition?