A parabolic trajectory shouldn't make any difference in terms of net kinetic energy, and therefore damage. It should only matter in terms of how "square" the impact is, and how completely that energy is transferred -- and that should be a fundamental difference between damage from a fall and damage from something hitting you, and in D&D probably shows up somehow in "saving throws". But I also question the table being capped at a 200lb. object. The energy delivered by a falling object shouldn't be capped at all, and intuitively there should be a difference in the damage from having an anvil dropped on you and having a blue whale dropped on you, even given the limitations of D&D's simple hit point system.
At college in the early '80s, I don't recall ever looking at a syllabus. It was all about daily assignments, longer-term projects, and participation. The only exception being a professor who pretty much phoned in the whole course -- He spent the classroom sessions ranting about the crimes of the Reagan administration, until the Final, which he decreed would be our "critique of the books on the syllabus". After a pretty hectic marathon to produce a paper, I was relieved to find that he half-assed the grading of that as much as he had the rest of the semester. Things may have been a lot more rigorous in the '40s, but I'm skeptical that reading nine opera libretti, on top of some of the most legendary "doorstop" books in literature, would have been particularly vital to grasping Auden's course. That's the sort of thing that created the market for Cliff Notes.
I think Tater Tots are really a particular variety of hash browns -- just pressed into "Tots" rather than into a flat patty or rougher bundle. They're not cylindrically cut solid potato chunks like that diagram implies.
I'm a little hazy on the nature of the accomplishment here. Once you've set up your supercomputer to start calculating, isn't the number of digits you reach just a matter of how long you leave the machine running? Or, I guess, how much memory you have set up to receive/hold the results?
In the Philadelphia suburbs, we were blessed with three UHF channels, even back in the '60s. They didn't come in all that clearly, though, depending on the weather and your patience in adjusting the antenna. Philadelphia's PBS station was actually based in Wilmington, DE, though I think they had a broadcast antenna on the Roxborough heights a bit northwest of Philly, like most of our stations did. Local listings included another PBS station in Allentown, that some of the outlying suburbs might have been able to get reliably. I don't believe I ever tried, since their programming didn't vary all that much from the other one. In the later '70s I believe a couple more UHF stations popped up, and as cable was just getting established in the early '80s, as Philadelphia proper dragged its feet in granting cable franchises, there were even one or two broadcast "scrambler" stations on UHF channels, were you could rent a decoder box to pick up their movie offerings. Those died out quickly once cable was widely available.
I don't imagine you'd want something you could only steer by leaning to go faster. While it would complicate the whole thing substantially, I think it would be a lot more appealing with parallel twin track units that would respond differentially to the handlebars.
Well, the Litter Genie was presumably inspired by the Diaper Genie, which was for your baby, but I'm sure there've been all sorts of other strange mutations of the concept.
If one still had a vintage Apple II around, I'm doubtful the fresh-out-of-the-bottle color would be a good match for the yellowed condition of its 40-year-old case.
Whether or not a precise duplicate of me could be conscious, or believe it was me, would not fundamentally affect the original "me". You could create a duplicate of me, and then destroy it, and I'd be none the wiser. So even if you could create a virtual me, it would no more make me "immortal" than having children does. There are people who might desire such a thing, or consider it somehow beneficial in a business or political context, but it's not the same as immortality for me.
I can absolutely sympathize with wanting to activate "Dogs Always Live", but at the same time I have to wonder why those of us with that sensitivity would want to play this particular game in the first place.
Folks with smaller-than-average hands and/or dealing with an unusually wide-mouthed jar face a complication that these various "hacks" don't really address -- what do you do when your fingers don't span wide enough to actually grip the lid? A swivel-type or strap-type oil filter wrench can be had for 6-12 dollars, and may be worth keeping around for such problems even if you don't change your own oil.
I'd always assumed the rationale wasn't about ill effects on the patient, so much as wanting to head off the development of bacterial resistance -- wanting to be thorough in killing off bacterial that might have only been weakened, and even if they didn't induce a relapse, might multiply and spread to give a worse infection to the next person.
But I also question the table being capped at a 200lb. object. The energy delivered by a falling object shouldn't be capped at all, and intuitively there should be a difference in the damage from having an anvil dropped on you and having a blue whale dropped on you, even given the limitations of D&D's simple hit point system.
Things may have been a lot more rigorous in the '40s, but I'm skeptical that reading nine opera libretti, on top of some of the most legendary "doorstop" books in literature, would have been particularly vital to grasping Auden's course. That's the sort of thing that created the market for Cliff Notes.
Local listings included another PBS station in Allentown, that some of the outlying suburbs might have been able to get reliably. I don't believe I ever tried, since their programming didn't vary all that much from the other one. In the later '70s I believe a couple more UHF stations popped up, and as cable was just getting established in the early '80s, as Philadelphia proper dragged its feet in granting cable franchises, there were even one or two broadcast "scrambler" stations on UHF channels, were you could rent a decoder box to pick up their movie offerings. Those died out quickly once cable was widely available.