I must have been a worse person than you.ps, I feel lucky that this offal does not show up in my dreams.
I must have been a worse person than you.ps, I feel lucky that this offal does not show up in my dreams.
Judging from my Karma in this life, I was really awful in a previous life. Luckily, I can't remember what I'm being punished for.I must have been a worse person than you.
I believe in Karma too. I must have drowned in a previous life, I hate the water, and never have been able to learn to swim. A day at a beach is like being punished.Judging from my Karma in this life, I was really awful in a previous life. Luckily, I can't remember what I'm being punished for.
I don't believe in reincarnation and have little faith in Karma. I just believe bad things happen to good people (when they should be happening to bad people), but Karma makes a useful foundation for jocular content.I believe in Karma too.
My Ex used to play the karmic payout justifications game a lot. I used to tell her we did bad things in our past lives and we were the others punishment so just accept it. She ran away from it anyway, to which so far it looks like karma made some adjustments and balanced that choice out. My life got better and hers got even worse!Judging from my Karma in this life, I was really awful in a previous life. Luckily, I can't remember what I'm being punished for.
You're not the only one whose mind runs high level subroutines to try and build safeguards around the negative things you have done so that you don't do them on purpose again.Yeah what's up with that? Are we the only weirdos doing this?
It happens most often while I'm driving. On mental auto pilot, zoned out, my train of thought wanders away and falls off into that cabinet.
It's like my brain is programmed to run a self flagellation subroutine in power saving mode.
I'll just relive the most embarrassing thing I said to a girl (and subsequent rejection) in highschool. Or the fight I had with my wife last year where I said something I regret.
I "snap out" of it after a while, like waking up from a dream.
I will have actually changed my posture while in that mode; head down, as low as it can go while still looking thru the windshield.
Then I have to shake off the gross feeling left in the wake of it, like chalk stuck to your hands that only comes off with water.
Well it depends. In my home the basement is always very cool for at least most of the summer. I have ceiling fans. I turn on the ceiling fans then turn on the furnace fan. The ceiling fans force warm air down to the return and cool air is sent to the rooms from the furnace in the basement. I can avoid running the AC for a significant part of the summer using this method.I've had to convince more than one person that leaving a fan on in a room when no-one's there does not cool it down.
(Of course it actually warms it slightly).
There I go taking my own thread OT.Well it depends. In my home the basement is always very cool for at least most of the summer. I have ceiling fans. I turn on the ceiling fans then turn on the furnace fan. The ceiling fans force warm air down to the return and cool air is sent to the rooms from the furnace in the basement. I can avoid running the AC for a significant part of the summer using this method.
In most configurations, the fans are not necessary and counter productive because the air from the A/C vents entrains the room air by velocity mixing.The ceiling fans force warm air down to the return and cool air is sent to the rooms from the furnace in the basement.
When it's your own thread I think you are given the allowance to take it where you want or reign it in if needed.There I go taking my own thread OT.
I'll have to give it a try without the fans. Just seems to keep the house cooler with them on.In most configurations, the fans are not necessary and counter productive because the air from the A/C vents entrains the room air by velocity mixing.
Meteorology. to transfer (air) into an organized air current from the surrounding atmosphere.
A postal clerk said he could not ship my package because it had Scotch Tape on it and Scotch Tape turns yellow and falls off.
I said, "I had hoped you would deliver the package before Scotch Tape gets old enough to turn yellow and fall off."
Trane Air Conditioning Manual:I'll have to give it a try without the fans. Just seems to keep the house cooler with them on.
But I don't go into some of the rooms were a ceiling fan is on and the rest of the house seems cooler when it is on. My theroy the ceiling fans are helping to circulate warm air trapped at the ceiling. But the paragraph is still correct, it needs to be measured.Trane Air Conditioning Manual:
"A person who believes he is uncomfortable is just as uncomfortable as if he was uncomfortable."
The difference is so small that you would probably need a thermometer to prove anything, but if you believe it works, it works.
After all, the only way you have been measuring was by moving a human into the room and perceiving with your skin.
The instant you use a human to measure, evaporation comes into the equation, and sensible heat minus latent heat is always going to win over sensible heat, if that's your only measuring tool. In other words, the fans do help you feel cooler, but when you're not there, the fans are self defeating by converting electrical energy into heat energy.
It's hard to trick me with a thermodynamics problem.My theory the ceiling fans are helping to circulate warm air trapped at the ceiling. But the paragraph is still correct, it needs to be measured.
In High School, a group of us were into backpacking in the White Mountains.
One time we were leaving in the early morning, when I noticed that we were being followed by several police cars. Flustered, I said, "Stop! Blue flashing lights!"
The driver, who'd argue with a fence post kept asking, "Why?" I could just respond with the same. About a mile later, she finally stopped and the car was surrounded with many officers, weapons drawn.
Seems there had been a bank robbery and when we wouldn't stop...
In High School, a group of us were into backpacking in the White Mountains.
One time we were leaving in the early morning, when I noticed that we were being followed by several police cars. Flustered, I said, "Stop! Blue flashing lights!"
The driver, who'd argue with a fence post kept asking, "Why?" I could just respond with the same. About a mile later, she finally stopped and the car was surrounded with many officers, weapons drawn.
Seems there had been a bank robbery and when we wouldn't stop...