IIRC, the reasoning was that spawn rates were lower than they had intended, and they were bringing them up to the intended values - I think they said that a solo player was actually getting 1/6 the spawns of a four player group, instead of a quarter.

That makes a lot of sense, actually. I also saw "fully electric" and immediately thought of electric/hybrid/ICE cars, and my brain went straight to "hold up, did I miss the fully functional diesel-powered humanoid robot?"

They're so close, yet so far away - when the Gregorian calendar replaced the Julian calendar, they actually did move the start of the year from April 1 (right after the spring equinox) to January 1.

...Everything else they said was about as wrong as it could be, though.

I don't want to be a downer, but... The rats probably aren't high if they're just eating weed. Buckle up, y'all, time for a stoner science lesson:

THC is present in cannabis in two main forms: THCA and Delta-9 THC. Throwing around those delta numbers can seem scary given all of the unregulated Delta-8 in illegal states, but it's really not. THCA breaks down into Delta-9 THC naturally with time and heat, through a process called decarboxylization... Which is great, because THCA isn't psychoactive, while Delta-9 THC is. Because of this, smoking a joint or eating a properly made edible will get you high, but eating an entire ounce is just having a terrible salad.

I can only imagine what's going through his head...

"Twice - twice now, we've just given up and switched sides. A few weeks ago, we were shooting at these guys; and now we're buddies? Shit, this war is as much of a mess as the last one. Just six more months until I can retire... Six more months."

Believe it or not, that's actually what the complimentary branded matchbooks that smoke shops and strip clubs used to give away were meant to be!

They weren't an ad directed at you, though - they were an ad directed at your friends. You'd go hang out somewhere, set your cigarettes and matches down, and people would see the logo.

It really bugs me when people do stuff like that... I grew up in VT, where laws are lax, tons of people have guns, and nothing ever happens. Responsibly handled and in the hands of a stable person, guns can be pretty safe - but, if you remove either one of those things, they're incredibly dangerous.

In light of that, I wouldn't mind if access were restricted somewhat. I'm totally fine with my neighbor having a rifle to kill varmints on their property, but way less fine with folks like my paranoid uncle having a safe full of assault rifles and thousands of rounds of ammo in a densely populated suburb.

Basically, yeah.

Essentially, old folks have always taken up a good chunk of the housing market by having a bunch of small households (think two sets of grandparents vs a family of four). However, the baby boom was, well, a baby boom - as the boomers are aging, they're taking up a lot more housing than the preceding generation did at their age, which is squeezing the market as younger folks try to buy houses.

So wait... I might be reading this wrong, but it sounds like they took in the THC (detectable levels in all tissues sampled), but didn't really process or absorb it (minimal nociceptive effects). Did they just infuse a lobster!?

(Edit: fixed a word)

I feel like some of that comes down to... Well, us, the adults. For some ungodly reason, we've been calling it things like "a love story" and "a tragedy," and now people just don't know what to expect.

We've also somewhat sanitized it. The pop-culture focus on it tends to be the lengths they go to in order to be together, or the families coming together at the end; but we tend to ignore that the couple is just trying to be together to bone, it's full of dick jokes, and at the end they basically get cockblocked so hard that they die.

Actually, now that I think of it, Kenneth Branaugh is great and all, but I'd love to see a Seth Rogen adaptation of this one.

"Okay, we managed to meet all of the requested specs for your superheavy cargo aircraft. Did you want to come down to the airfield to see it today?"

"No, no. I'll just swing by the hangar tomorrow."

"Yeah... The hangar... Um, tomorrow's fine, yeah, we'll definitely have it in the hangar for you." (Turns around) "JIMMY, GET THE TORCH, IT NEEDS TO GO INSIDE!"

The responses are tagged "translator," so I ran "kde" into Google translate set on detect language... Turns out, "kde" is both a Linux thing and the Czech word for "where."