YouTuber content creator and enemy of porch pirates and backyard squirrels Mark Rober created a liquid sand pool. with injected air.
For that to occur in nature would, instead of clean air, there would be gas seeping out. The sulfur dioxide would kill you first.
I wonder if what people considered dry quicksand is this?
I always sounds better when someone else says it.
The dry quicksand effect was explored in an old sci-fi novel. The plot was that the moon would be covered with super-fine dust due to billions of years of hot/cold cycles fragmenting the moon’s surface. The novel quickly became quaintly obsolete once the space race started landing probes and landers on the surface, none of which sank.
Not if there’s wormsign
I won’t claim it’s extremely common, but I’ve definitely seen it in a few episodes and movies: characters living in a major metro, or even in the city, go outside at night and see a georgeous skyful of stars.
I agree- to an extent. One months pay? Sure. Down payment on a house? You have spent too much.
I worked my way thru college as a security guard, often in Hollywood. I heard that so many times.
The actual first words on the Moon. "I’M AT THE FOOT OF THE LADDER.
THE L.M. FOOTPADS ARE ONLY, UM,
DEPRESSED IN THE SURFACE ABOUT
ONE OR TWO INCHES."
https://www.tvo.org/transcript/685107/apollo-11-for-all-mankind
That’s not just a modern western custom. For those with the wealth to conspicuously consume, lavish bridal ceremonies are a thing all over the world:
Since he’s still technically on the lander (ladder), these aren’t the first words “on the moon.”
Those would be “Houston, Tranquility Base here, the Eagle has landed.”
I’d like to see those people a few years later, when they finally realize what an awful choice they made.
Do you seriously not know anybody who had a big wedding who didn’t decide later a few years later that something was an awful choice ? ( can’t tell if you mean the wedding or the spouse)
Both. And yes, I know lots of them.
I assume mean you know lots of people who decided it was a mistake a few years later. Not what I was asking. You can know lots of people who decided it was a mistake and also lots of people who didn’t. You seem to believe that everyone who has a big wedding will “finally realize what an awful choice they made” - that’s what I was asking about. (Contrary to what your experience seems to be , at least half of the people I know who ended up divorced did not have big weddings and most of the people who had big weddings did not later decide it was a mistake.)
3 of the couples’ marriages were probably arranged.
Good point.
The actual first words on the Moon…
I’ve always assumed it was a whispered "Psst! Buzz, do you see a notecard with a speech written on it? Well, can you at least look? Oh, fine, I’ll wing it…"
I lived in the Soviet Union in 1977, and granted I was 10, and not really aware of the height of intellectualism of security people, my parents did not chat with them about much unless they wanted to know the hours of operation, or where the toilet was. They tended to be nice to me, though, patient with my Russian, and able to talk to me on my level without talking down to me, with the youngest ones being the worst at it-- probably the newest, still on probation, and least likely to be parents.
I never, ever saw any kind of altercation, even a minor one, nothing that provoked violent tactics from guards that were short of drawing guns (like punches, drawing batons, etc.) The most I ever saw were people wandering into an area they weren’t supposed to be, told politely to leave, but gave lip to the guards, and got a harsh verbal command back-- as they were leaving, mind you-- never saw anyone forcefully escorted out.
I’m going to guess that giving the Soviets’ fondness for documenting things, anyone who fired a weapon on duty was going to be subject to a lot of paperwork, and get home late.
Also, FWIW, most working-class Soviets did not necessarily see their children every day. Children younger than high school age were generally cared for by their grandparents, and lived with them. Sometimes 3 generations lived together, but more often the children and grandparents lived further out from the center of a city, where parks and schools were, and parents lived closer to the center, where offices were, or very far out, where factories were.
It’s just how it was, and was totally normal. Most kids lived in the same city as their parents, and saw them every weekend-- some even had dinner with them almost every day, but then they’d go home to sleep, where they’d need quiet, and would get up very early.
Physicians, not doctors, per se. My parents, college professors, both held PhDs, and were addressed as Dr. professionally, but not socially-- they certainly did not expect my friends to call them anything but “Mr. and Mrs.,” in a time when children did NOT call adults by their first names. I called my friends parents Mr. & Mrs. unless told otherwise, and the only times I was told otherwise were once for a PCP, and once for a dentist, who wanted to be “Dr.”-- albeit, the wife of the dentist corrected me on the title.
I happened to know a friend’s mother was a doctor at the hospital, and I called her “Dr.,” but she actually seemed a little embarrassed at first.
When I was planning my (inexpensive) wedding (total bill was about $4500, and half was for the caterer; my dress cost $24.50), I read several articles on the subject of cost of the wedding vis a vis success of the marriage.
Seems that cost of the wedding as a portion of the couples, or the family’s general wealth in regard to the success of the marriage is relevant in that people who spend within their means tend to have successful marriages, and people who put themselves in serious debt do not. People who outspend their general means by using savings, and thus do not go into debt did better than people who went into debt, but not as well as people who stayed within their means.
So, millionaires with extravagant weddings may be fine.
Completely makes sense, since a large debt is a stressor that probably affects a marriage.
Yep. A couple times it was "Mrs. Janice (her first name), but yep, until I was grown up, that remained- although “Mr Scoutmaster” or something was also okay.
A person walks into a bar and the whole place goes quiet and everyone stares at the new person.