but all agree that a goat collapsing due to hungry birds is better than a goat destroyed in a flaming conflagration

Solid disagreement from me on that front. I not only enjoy the calm, tranquil scene of the goat in a blazing, hellish inferno, I also like hearing of the inventive ways in which straw goat met its untimely, yet toasty, demise. Burn baa-a-a-a-by, burn. The "baa-a-a-a" was a goat noise btw.

This sure is odd. The entire thing is based around a slightly twisted stereotype of Texas/Texans.
No ridiculous stereotyping around these parts! I hope you had a chance to finish your 32oz dinner steak before posting this, and then cruising out to your oil well in your convertible Cadillac with bullhorns on the front bumper. As you do. Obviously. (As a Canuckistanian, I embarrassingly don't know at what point the shooting takes place, so I left it out so I wouldn't be called out as some sort of unknowledgeable idiot.)

He can certainly take as long as he wants to finish the series, if indeed he ever does. That said, I'm done with it. For starters, I thought the last, finished book was pretty terrible. Second, I simply don't remember most of it and I'm not going to dedicate the time for a re-read, especially when the next book isn't the final one and there could be another decade in between. There's simply too much other good stuff out there to read. I think the finite space in my mind can hold the nitty gritty details of a story for about a year and then it's just getting deleted and replaced with info from other things. Since this series is built on the finer details... I'd just be lost diving back in. I don't have the slightest bit of excitement for any release. It's just... gone. I got hit with the double-whammy of this series and then The Kingkiller Chronicle, and that's when I decided that, for the most part, I'll wait until a series is complete to read it and then I can binge.

Ugh, clock changes hurt. I prefer DST because I prefer more daylight in the evening. However, I don't really care... just choose one and stick with it and get rid of the f'n time changes! Spring forward used to completely mess me up. I'd genuinely get a prolonged jet lag feeling that'd last up to a week while trying to adjust. In the past 6 or 7 years I've come up with a solution. I'll "fall back" with my clocks... however I'll also wake up an hour earlier and go to bed an hour earlier for the next 4 months. So I'm not changing my waking hours in relation to sunrise/set. I have the luxury of doing this being single and working for myself, so other peoples schedules don't impact me. Really, it's coming into winter here in Canaderp, and I start to hibernate anyways, so the impact of what the clock happens to read is minimal. And it's all done so that come March time-change I have zero adjusting to do. The only downside is that, for one night, everybody else gets to sleep an extra hour. It is, admittedly, a bit whacko to do this, however adjusting our clocks by an hour twice a year is even more whacko imo.

Whoops. Turns out I've been shipping mine incorrectly for YEARS.

In what is a very weird coincidence, I HAVE fallen into the Amazon River. Thankfully was not eaten by piranhas.
I was on a small Expedition ship with like 200 other passengers, going from Manaus to Iquitos. There were lots of zodiac excursions, where the zodiacs were lowered from the main ship to explore the Amazon closer in groups of 8-10. Was with a tight group of friends/coworkers, including the ship staff member who was driving our zodiac. Putting along, looking at the sites and shoreline, sitting on the edge of the zodiac... and the driver guns it and does a 90 degree turn. Took me completely by surprise and in the split second it took me to realize what was going on I had already leaned back too far from the hard 90 degree turn that I was out of hand reach of anything to save me. So... I rolled right into the Amazon. Friends being friends, they all laughed really hard while pointing at me. And then they drove off up a tributary and left me treading water. Came back about 10 minutes later. Although the entire event was funny... what was beneath the surface that I couldn't see freaked me out then and every time I think of it. I did fish for, and caught, a piranha on that trip. Thankfully not while I was the potential bait.

It's urban camouflage. A bunch of onlookers at the zoo tried their best to get a glimpse of the newly born giraffe. Despite it being out in the open, it simply wasn't spotted.

Oh hell yes.

I wasn't going to read this post, but I caved.

pfbtbt, that's not a Ferrofluid Synthesizer, THIS is a Ferrofluid Synthesizer!!
Wait. Yeah, no, never mind. This is just a comment.

Huh... the method is genuinely surprising to me. I figured there would be a machine that basically replaces the needle/stylus with a laser that could read LP's in a similar method to modern discs and do an immediate, on-the-fly analogue to digital conversion. This way seems way more inefficient. I suppose the digital version would mimic the turntable sound, including what I assume would be "audial impurities" caused by it or an imperfect LP itself.
If the laser digitizer machine thingy that I described above doesn't exist, somebody should definitely invent it. I nominate Colin B.

Reminds me of the title of this article from The Onion.