I've already mourned in advance the poor sap at boston dynamics whos job it is to test robot balance by kicking robots
yeah I've watched that guy kick no less than four robots now and I mean at some point they're going to just kick him and every time he starts to get up they'll kick him down again, but since they're robots they can just literally do that until he dies from lack of water.
they really should have built a robot to kick the other robots
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Seriously this year was the scariest for BD. They came out with the spot mini, which is non hydraulic and the quietest robot they've made. It goes 90 minutes on a full charge.
I look at dhalsim now and am just jealous of how he can get his knees that far below his hips.
Full lotus and then roll forward over the knees to something that looks almost like a double pigeon.
A beautiful dream of the future. Still working on agnistambhasana/fire log. Got a good six inches between my knee and foot with my left leg up. One day though!
Cub Scouts are in the news again. Kicked out a 8 year old trans boy because of parents complaints... ugh.
God damn; all I wanted when I was ~7 was to be in boy scouts, because girl scouts was inexplicably aversive and boy scouts seemed so much better. Interesting to see that it's not even possible today, let alone 20 years ago when gender non-conformity was acknowledged much differently.
Seriously this year was the scariest for BD. They came out with the spot mini, which is non hydraulic and the quietest robot they've made. It goes 90 minutes on a full charge.
I am glad they are moving away from hydraulic systems. They are fantastic for situations needing slow strong movements, not great for limbs with dexterity.
someone clipped the back of my brand new mazda 6, probably in the parking garage at work. Was able to pop the bumper back in although the tail light looks like it might be slightly askew, although it's hard to say. Only a couple of scrapes along the bottom. All things considered, it's not that bad. Very annoying that it happened when I've had the thing less than 2 weeks. F parking garages.
Call your insurance might as well get it fixed it is so new.
there's virtually zero physical damage and I don't feel like either paying up on a deductible or burning the "free" $500 I have from the dealership to put towards a deductible. I popped the tail light off and put it back on, everything seems perfectly fine. I think after a good car wash and a wax I pretty much won't even be able to see where my bumper was touched.
*reads imaginary D&D thread about the US Israel UN situation*
Summary: Its degrading.
Oh snap!
Netanyahu also signaled his support for the incoming Donald Trump administration, saying, "Israel looks forward to working with Trump to mitigate the damage this resolution has done and ultimately to repeal it. We hope the outgoing Obama administration will prevent any more damage."
Everything I know about boy scouts both in reading and anecdotally is that the groups are almost completely independent. Clearly that group is full of horrible bigots, but I'm sure a troop exists that isn't.
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I didn't play a rogue, exactly, but I did play a sneaky assassin lady once, and had one of my favorite moments in tabletop gaming.
Part of her backstory was that she was hunting down members of a secret society because...something something murdered her father or something? It was awhile ago. Anyway, she gets some info that this one dude is a member. We'll call him Lord Target. He's some big hotshot in the city the party is in at the moment, so it'll require some strategy and probably some good rolls. The DM and I go to another room (the other characters don't know I'm an assassin, and at the time the players didn't really either, although they knew I was up to some shady shit) and I get a pretty epic scene where I jump in through a window and kill him quietly before sneaking out, completely bypassing all the guards, etc etc. I rolled pretty well, and I got some good info on other targets too by rifling through his drawers. So we go back to the group, and continue the adventure, which is taking us out of the city for a few days.
Two sessions later, we come back from our trek into the wilderness, and as we approach the city we run into someone leaving. Our...I don't know what to call him, he was sort of a bard but also I guess a warlock or something? Whatever, he was our bigmouthed guy who kept the plot moving, pretty much. Anyway, he asks the dude if there's any news from the city. The dude is like, "Yeah [some stuff happened] oh and also Lord Target was murdered in his home." The warlock player's eyes widen and he yells, "MY FATHER WAS MURDERED???"
Probably the biggest test of my poker face I've had in my life. I glance over at the DM while the warlock player is looking away, and he shoots me this smug look for half a second before putting his own poker face back on. The next several minutes were the warlock explaining to the party all the terrible things he was going to do to the person who murdered his father when he caught them. I think my character was like "I thought you hated your father" and the dude was like "Yeah, but he's still my father, [continue rant about evil assassins]".
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Everything I know about boy scouts both in reading and anecdotally is that the groups are almost completely independent. Clearly that group is full of horrible bigots, but I'm sure a troop exists that isn't.
Yeah the difference from what I can see though is that being a horrible bigot is like the M.O. of the boy scouts as where the girl scouts is inclusive but I mean there's going to be bad eggs.
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yeah I've watched that guy kick no less than four robots now and I mean at some point they're going to just kick him and every time he starts to get up they'll kick him down again, but since they're robots they can just literally do that until he dies from lack of water.
A beautiful dream of the future. Still working on agnistambhasana/fire log. Got a good six inches between my knee and foot with my left leg up. One day though!
God damn; all I wanted when I was ~7 was to be in boy scouts, because girl scouts was inexplicably aversive and boy scouts seemed so much better. Interesting to see that it's not even possible today, let alone 20 years ago when gender non-conformity was acknowledged much differently.
...get the fuck out :P
eeeee give me a robot dog!
"Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow."
-- Assassins' Redoubt, Final Transmission
there's virtually zero physical damage and I don't feel like either paying up on a deductible or burning the "free" $500 I have from the dealership to put towards a deductible. I popped the tail light off and put it back on, everything seems perfectly fine. I think after a good car wash and a wax I pretty much won't even be able to see where my bumper was touched.
Oh snap!
Part of her backstory was that she was hunting down members of a secret society because...something something murdered her father or something? It was awhile ago. Anyway, she gets some info that this one dude is a member. We'll call him Lord Target. He's some big hotshot in the city the party is in at the moment, so it'll require some strategy and probably some good rolls. The DM and I go to another room (the other characters don't know I'm an assassin, and at the time the players didn't really either, although they knew I was up to some shady shit) and I get a pretty epic scene where I jump in through a window and kill him quietly before sneaking out, completely bypassing all the guards, etc etc. I rolled pretty well, and I got some good info on other targets too by rifling through his drawers. So we go back to the group, and continue the adventure, which is taking us out of the city for a few days.
Two sessions later, we come back from our trek into the wilderness, and as we approach the city we run into someone leaving. Our...I don't know what to call him, he was sort of a bard but also I guess a warlock or something? Whatever, he was our bigmouthed guy who kept the plot moving, pretty much. Anyway, he asks the dude if there's any news from the city. The dude is like, "Yeah [some stuff happened] oh and also Lord Target was murdered in his home." The warlock player's eyes widen and he yells, "MY FATHER WAS MURDERED???"
Probably the biggest test of my poker face I've had in my life. I glance over at the DM while the warlock player is looking away, and he shoots me this smug look for half a second before putting his own poker face back on. The next several minutes were the warlock explaining to the party all the terrible things he was going to do to the person who murdered his father when he caught them. I think my character was like "I thought you hated your father" and the dude was like "Yeah, but he's still my father, [continue rant about evil assassins]".
Yeah the difference from what I can see though is that being a horrible bigot is like the M.O. of the boy scouts as where the girl scouts is inclusive but I mean there's going to be bad eggs.