Every time, I have a life problem, I first think of brute force way to solve it,
then I try to optimize the problem and find better solutions.

Quote: Original post by Windryder
Last week I was at a party where the theme was "space" (open to interpretation). I couldn't think of anything clever to wear, so I arrived dressed in a black jacket and a red t-shirt. People immediately started questioning me as to what I was supposed to be, so I had to improvise. Eventually I came up with the idea of saying that I was the emission spectrum of neon (black-red-black, because I wore my jacket over the tee). Granted, it's not entirely accurate, but all the others were dressed like Darth Vader, so I still win.

You were too embarrassed to admit you were a redshirt? Personally, I am not nerdy — I am Extrarius.

I don't know if this counts as nerdy, but whenever I've had a bad day I sometimes catch myself looking for the quickload button...

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I don't know if this counts as nerdy, but whenever I've had a bad day I sometimes catch myself looking for the quickload button...

Yeah, that happened to me a lot when I combined High School and Half-life 2.

I still reach for my shotgun when I'm walking down a dark hallway.

Right after some "excercise" in bed, I drew a world map from memory using an eye-deliner and a piece of toilet paper to show the girl where we were and where her original country was located.

When I was a teen me and some friends brewed a massive amount of alcohol, then distilled it to as pure as we could with rather crude gear.


Then we used it as a component of custom rocket fuel.


(Then we scared the shit out of NORAD and NATO one day, and were kindly asked to stop experimenting. You get a strange sense of awe and dread when you have a group of officers telling you nuclear silos went active because of your actions.)

Quote: Original post by Talroth
When I was a teen me and some friends brewed a massive amount of alcohol, then distilled it to as pure as we could with rather crude gear.


Then we used it as a component of custom rocket fuel.


(Then we scared the shit out of NORAD and NATO one day, and were kindly asked to stop experimenting. You get a strange sense of awe and dread when you have a group of officers telling you nuclear silos went active because of your actions.)

As someone who is into rocketry, I'd be very interested to hear more about this. Especially what you guys did to get the attentions of NORAD.

Emailing an author of a fantasy novel to find out if the main character was under 20 or over.

She had mentioned that a king in his 50's was in the prime of his life so I assumed that the years on the planet were shorter than those on earth and I though maybe the main character was actually around 20 instead of 15-16 (the character seemed to act like a teenager in the book).

Apparently, he was 16, but i still reckon shes wrong :)

Quote: Original post by Oberon_Command

Quote: Original post by Talroth
When I was a teen me and some friends brewed a massive amount of alcohol, then distilled it to as pure as we could with rather crude gear.


Then we used it as a component of custom rocket fuel.


(Then we scared the shit out of NORAD and NATO one day, and were kindly asked to stop experimenting. You get a strange sense of awe and dread when you have a group of officers telling you nuclear silos went active because of your actions.)

As someone who is into rocketry, I'd be very interested to hear more about this. Especially what you guys did to get the attentions of NORAD.

Basically we had a rather large multiple stage rocket that was just small enough to not really get noticed going up. Things were going well,... till the final stage exploded at a rather high altitude.

This exploding final stage spread many decent sized chunks of metal over a fairly good sized area, and apparently lit a few defense radars up like Christmas trees. This produced near panic in command as 'a huge number of something' had suddenly appeared out of no where over south-eastern Canada. Basically we put a chaff cloud in a 'bad' position at a 'very bad' time.

It didn't take them long to pick out that it wasn't really moving anywhere fast, and conclude that it wasn't actually any kind of an attack. The end result (That I was part of) was that we got tracked down, told to hand over any and all related data, told that all numbers were classified, and were informed that next time they detected one of our rockets we would be facing criminal charges. I always assumed the classifying of data was to protect knowledge of the effectiveness of NORAD's detection capability.


We went back to ground locked test burns of different engines after that.

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