If anyone has a contact about who I might ask about this rock I found in Lake Michigan Id appreciate it

Leon just straight up apes the John Wick style in re4r

Let’s take an everyday example.

We are riding in a car, speeding down the highway at 70mph. If we toss something (a ball?) softly up in the air, does it land right back in our hand? Or does it go spat against the back windshield, because when it lost contact with our hand it is supposed to fly backward at 70mph relative to the car?

So how does it work?

When the car is driving. Everything in the car, you, me, the ball, the air inside the car, are all going forward at the same speed. When we toss the ball upwards, we give it an upward force , but we didn’t change its forward speed. So the ball still kept going in the forward direction at the same speed as before, which is at the same speed as your hand. That’s why it can fall right back into your hand, as if the car was still.

Yep. Sunrise isn't objectively great. Just subjectively great IMO.

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You mean harmony OS? The one that's still just a renamed copy paste of android? And was supposed to be released last year and still isn't on phones? That one?

I just randomly caught that Russ when changing channels and... well Friends was the only show that wasn't about cooking or singing. It was way way too on the nose. It's natural that people have their type, but that was taking it so over the top. Then again, it's a sitcom.

Sec is really important to some people and for those people being rejected and shat all over for wanting it is damaging to their mental health. If I started dating someone and everything was normal then they were like “oh by the way I’m ace and will never have sex with you” I’d block their number right then. There’s no point.

I was only talking about my experience.

Copper is capable of both analog and digital communications and is much cheaper to lay and maintain. Insane fiber bandwidths aren't necessary for a single-use line.

Lmao what the fuck though tryna take the kidney on third visit? Like what are you actually talking about? That just made me scared for a while.

Unexpected H.G. Wells references are tight!

https://www.homedepot.com/b/Outdoors-Patio-Furniture-Hammocks-Hammock-Stands/Chair/N-5yc1vZbxb8Z1z17mfj

The more you spread out the weight the better. BUT if it's only for a chair...then I wouldn't even begin to worry about this.

As I said...work men are able to walk across single trusses without 'damaging' the structure or loading. Therefore YOU 'sitting in a chair' is the same 'live load' for the area.

I WOULD do as you initially planned and span 4-5 trusses...use a beam calculator to determine the amount of deflection you'll get at each distance and use spacers/shims so you get equal loading to each beam. I'm 220# and walk across standard roof trusses with wild abandon...on one foot supporting all my loading. As I suspect you're equally heavy - and adding for chair and support you still probably wouldn't break a truss...but swing loading is different than static loading. So yeah...span 4 trusses have the outside trusses with like 1/2" spacers and the two closer ones with 1/4" spacers - that'll help spread out the load. As it's a chair it's presumed you wouldn't be loading it at the same time workers are also 'up there' (either roof or attic). Edit: Actually use a beam calculator to determine the correct deflection distances from the load - don't just run with the 1/2 - 1/4 I plucked out of no where. The closer you position to other vertical members the better - as everything 'works together' as a system.

Of course a hammock stand to the floor would 'spread out' the weight better...as that's got plywood as a load distributor instead of drywall - so you get more spread out loading instead of point loading.

I suspected it was a hammock chair...but it's more fun to be 'kinky' about it...but have also heard silly things like someone wanting to suspend fish tanks because 'it would look cool' - without realizing how much a lot of water actually weighs (and bodies being mostly water).

Anywhere you can spread out the load and transfer it more evenly to the ground is ideal.

I still would consult an engineer...only because were you to damage the home...or structurally impact it you'd need to declare (full disclosure) that in a home sale and/or insurance claim. Stamped calcs would clear you of 'reckless damage' (and other legal/financial risks).

As I said another option would be to stiffen up the existing trusses...usually done with slapping 3/4" ply on either side and through bolting (sandwiching the member). Stiffening won't 'solve' all the problems but will help transfer the loads to the walls and limit deflection.

Common safety factor is 2x and always plan for the worst...ala the potential of two people climbing in...the nicer thing about a stand is it becomes the sacrificial lamb instead of your ceiling/roof structure. You're unlikely going to cave in a floor any more than you would when two people hug/stand in the same spot.

Still engineering calcs would solve a lot of problems. I'd call one and find out the fee for it - it may be way less than you're suspecting - and determine how best to proceed. If the calcs cost more than a stand, get a stand...or if that would ruin your aesthetic and/or not fit in the ceiling height.

Giving up isn't a 'solution'...impossible only happens when you give up. You've got this...some things are worth the effort. Good luck and you're welcome.

Edit: I was the one that suggested transferring loading to the floor btw.

As someone who grew up in this era please let me say that old does not equal cool.

"Carl," Linda whispered. "That man over there. Doesn't he look like Doom Master?"

What made you think that? Carl thought. The robot laser eye, or the trio of badly disguised android henchmen? What he said out loud was, "I'm sure it's just your imagination, love."

". . . Carl, I'm pretty sure that's Cybermentor," Linda went on. "Isn't he the one who held the United Nations hostage last month? Someone should do something. . ."

"Well, given that his arch-nemesis Hyperion is sitting across the aisle from him and isn't doing anything, I don't think anything you or I could do is going to matter, honey," Carl hissed between his teeth.

"Carl! I'm serious!" Linda hissed. "This entire funeral is filled with SUPERVILLAINS!"

"Linda. . ." Carl sighed and glanced around the chapel. The services weren't about to start for another fifteen minutes, so he took Linda by the arm and gently led her into the narthex. "All right, Linda. You're right. The entire supervillain community is here for my Grand-Dad's funeral. I don't know why any more than you do, but it probably has SOMETHING to do with the fact that Skywatch called Mom last Thursday and asked to give the eulogy."

"Skywatch!?" Linda gasped. "Reverend McEnroe is Skywatch?!"

"Keep it down!" Carl hissed. He looked around the church lobby, but the mourners seemed undisturbed by the conversation. "Look, I don't understand this either. I mean, I know Grand-Dad was a small-time hero when he was younger, but nobody really gives a crap about Captain Liberty these days. Let's just get through the service, and maybe someone will explain this to us once this is all over."

Linda didn't seem to like that, but she quietly acquiesced, and the couple returned to their seat. As the organist finished their prelude, and the mourners took their seats, a tall, iron-haired woman in black clerical robes took to the pulpit.

"Please be seated," Reverend Isabel McEnroe said.

A hundred-odd friends, family, and the most powerful superheroes and villains in the world took their seats.

"We are gathered here today to lay to rest the man whom many of you knew as Dr. Grant Mason. Many others knew of him as Captain Liberty: a superhero active during the post World-War II years for about a decade and a half. Captain Liberty had a modest career as a superhero and crimefighter, before hanging up his cape. . . most people believed, for good." The reverend took a deep breath. "To most of you, Dr. Mason's superhero career ended there. But. . . among those of us who wear the cape and mask, Dr. Mason's hero career began on the day that he put away his cape and donned doctor's whites for the first time.

"Because, despite what the public believed, Captain Liberty did not lose his cosmic powers during the battle against The Menace From the Stars. Dr. Grant Mason retained his cosmic strength, his laser vision, and his super-speed and flight. However, it was his wish that this fact be kept secret. . . not only from the public, but from his closest friends and family as well. Only those of us who were there, at the final confrontation against the Menace, would be allowed to know his secret."

The reverend took a deep, shuddering breath, eyes haunted. "The Menace, we learned on that day, was not an alien being bent on conquest. The Menace was the final form of Dr. Grant Mason, come from the future to conquer the past. During that final confrontation with the combined forces of the Guardians of Earth and the Legions of Evil, we learned that Captain Liberty was destined to lead the Guardians in one final battle against the Legions of Evil. . . a battle during which all life on Earth would die. This moment. . . the Singularity Point. . . was a fixed moment in time. An inevitability. Captain Liberty had come from the future to change the past over and over and over again, sustained by cosmic energy into a lifetime of tens of thousands of years, until transformed into the being that emerged over Star City on that fateful day fifty years ago.

"Grant saw that there was no future during which Captain Liberty would not become the Menace from The Stars. . . and so, he created a future where there would be no Captain Liberty. Only Grant Mason, a quiet country doctor with a quiet little practice in a quiet town in the midwestern United States.

"I don't know that there is anyone else in this room who would have had the strength to do what he did. To live an entire life knowing that you possessed the power to change the world, and never doing so. To know every single moment of your life that you possessed the power of a living god. . . could grasp the power of the cosmos itself. . . but to do so would inevitably lead to the end of all life on Earth.

"Without drawing upon the cosmic power within him, Grant's life ebbed away as normal human lives do. Though long-lived, his body began to fade and die. Cancer. What must it have been like to face the end of your life, knowing that all you had to do was reach out and grasp the power at your fingertips, and death would pass you by? I do not believe I would have had the strength. I know all here feel the same.

The reverend reached into her coat and pulled out a silver and blue domino mask. She donned it in silence. "As the Reverend McEnroe, I am here today to lay to rest my old friend, Dr. Grant Mason. As the superheroine Skywatch, I am here to celebrate the success of my old friend Captain Liberty's final mission. The Bible says that, through Christ, we triumph over death in new life. . . I know that in his death, Grant triumphed over the greater death that lay in our future. I pray that the Lord takes him safe into their loving arms, and I know that the gates of heaven stand ready to welcome him safe."

There was a quiet murmuring and the sound of sliding cloth. Carl turned to see half the people in the chapel reaching into their jackets to pull out masks and don them in unison. The Garden Master. Pirate Pete. Annihilatrix. Iceglider. Killer Bee. The greatest heroes and villains of the Golden Age now sat in silent unison to witness the passing of the greatest of their own.

Skywatch nodded quietly. "Thank you," she said. "Now, I'd like to pass the mic to someone who needs no introduction. Oliver?"

The hulking five-hundred pound form of The Terrifying Brute rose from the church pew with the creaking of old wood and older joints. With titanium cane in hand, the giant lizard-beast hobbled his way up the steps to the pulpit, assisted by a younger lizard-girl in a black suit. Pausing for a moment to pay respects at the open casket, the monster stomped slowly to the microphone, adjusted it, gave a rheumy cough, and began to speak.

"The first time Brute meet Captain," he growled, "Captain punched Brute in face. It was okay. Brute was eating doggy at the time. But dat was how Brute meet Captain, and Captain help turn Brute from Bad Guy to Good Guy. . .

she was like "MOM IM NEVER GOING BACK OUT! A TO OF PEOPLE WANTED TO BOOP ME AND SEE MY BEANS! PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE MY BEANS!'

It looks like a cube

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You know, i use to be in the first’s picture… but not anymore and I don’t like it

That is clearly Gabe, from the office

Have you tried belt therapy

Oh I assumed it wasn't produced by Netflix but I have no idea...

Believe it or not, I agree with you. That said, there are still inconsistencies that ought to be cleared up. There's no doubt that the device exists and that there were units deployed. There's also no doubt that there were 3 American battalions and 2 German battalions of Pershing 1a missiles deployed and their mission was to deny the Red Army access to Western Europe. It would be very interesting to see some actual battle plans rather than reading the somewhat contradictory oral history of this device.

There is an RIDC development in Rankin. RAAC owns the bridge and much of the other land. Rivers of steels owns Carrie Furnace in swissvale (or at least they did).

Normally, property lines and ownership can be seen on the county GIS website:
https://openac-alcogis.opendata.arcgis.com/apps/b4b1dbb65b4943538425bb5ae0f8f62b/explore

But for some reason, many of the nearby parcels are missing data right now. Perhaps they changed hands recently.