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You must live in the North? here in the South it is hot at night, hence A/C is going. I grew up in Phoenix, it don't ever get cool there.
What about winters in the North?, How does the frigid weather effect batteries?
You charge at night but if say a great number of people go electric then what? Charge using the initial in your last name?, every other day?
We ain't ready and there's nothing in the pipeline to get us ready.
The most expensive tool is a cheap tool. Gareth Branwyn
JaxCoder.com
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Mike Hankey wrote: pipeline
By proclamation of the current squatters at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. that word has been stricken from usage here in the US of A. Go directly to jail. Do not pass "Go"! Do not collect $200.
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I would try to drill down and get to the root of the problem but I'm afraid that's out of the question also.
The most expensive tool is a cheap tool. Gareth Branwyn
JaxCoder.com
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How much could a Frick Frack
If a Frick Frack could?
The most expensive tool is a cheap tool. Gareth Branwyn
JaxCoder.com
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I live in Denver. Summer heat isn't as bad as Arizona, but it stays hot at night. I haven't heard of rolling blackouts at night in Phoenix - the baseline power is sufficient. As for winter driving, expect 20% range loss between 0 and 32F and 30% below 0F. This is why range on an EV is important.
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With 3 KW available per home, it's a bit unwieldy. Plus the cost of electricity is 60 cents/KWh, not really that affordable. If you don't own a garage (typical here) it's even worse because
A) you can't charge your car at all
B) batteries really, really, REALLY don't like continuous thermal stress.
GCS/GE d--(d) s-/+ a C+++ U+++ P-- L+@ E-- W+++ N+ o+ K- w+++ O? M-- V? PS+ PE Y+ PGP t+ 5? X R+++ tv-- b+(+++) DI+++ D++ G e++ h--- r+++ y+++* Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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At 2.1 € / litre I have a very severe case of coprolalia each time I have to refuel. Even LPG reached 0.80€/liter.
GCS/GE d--(d) s-/+ a C+++ U+++ P-- L+@ E-- W+++ N+ o+ K- w+++ O? M-- V? PS+ PE Y+ PGP t+ 5? X R+++ tv-- b+(+++) DI+++ D++ G e++ h--- r+++ y+++* Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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...get your mind out of the gutter.
I'm talking about people who sew. 
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Oh, I assumed your were talking about people that bowl.
The most expensive tool is a cheap tool. Gareth Branwyn
JaxCoder.com
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Sewer was also NOT the answer to a recent Wordle that I failed to solve in 6 tries -- neither was Seder. 
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Nor was sefer.
If you think 'goto' is evil, try writing an Assembly program without JMP.
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You will have to sever your links to that game ...
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony
"Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt
AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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That was going to be my 7th guess.
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That is the strangest mash-up I’ve ever seen  
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published under the CPOPL (CodeProject Open Poetic License)
bill may have run out of eyeball-time for CP, but, evidently, his ghost has not ...
~ All in My Fingertips, Virtual © 2022
I know that I have all of the world's knowledge at my fingertips.
I do not even need to have token anchors at hand for the boat of virtual mind— ideas, hunches, definitions, references, life-preservers, dictionaries or thesauruses.
I just imagine something in the most abstract way possible— perhaps, like the way a child finger-paints— and, while he mushes one spreading fringe of color into another, sees shapes, memories, faces, ebb and flow— which are as real to a mind still on-the-verge-of-divorce-from-wonder— as anything else is— real.
All in my fingertips, virtual.
I am aware I once had a Name, and I know that all I have to do to recall that Name is to simply imagine the colors in its ghost in my fingers. I know that Name had a History associated with it, and that a biological entity once slept, waked, dreamed, moved about, acting as if that Name was a unique object, as if the History connected to the Name possessed some degree of reality, and that the History was as firmly welded to the Name as Time is (or was) wed to that chunk-of-biology's heartbeat, or breathing.
That the History follows-like-a-shadow one-with-the-Name was actually a fiction with no real consistency, constructed haphazardly every time it was remembered by an architect of survival instincts, a contractor who was on drugs most of the time, and a construction crew of the half-blind and half-crazed—
That no longer concerns me.
I could read (should I say re-construct ?) any version of that History I wanted to— if I wanted— to.
But, why would I want to ? Why interrupt the infinite flow of all Names, and all Histories, to piddle around with such puny dramaturgy ?
Why return to the barren-desert-of-Me when I can be in a mountain-top cave creating the words that will give birth to a religion in whose name millions will be slaughtered and enslaved ?
Why hang-out in a numbing simplicity when I can directly experience every subtlety of the universe; why want a kiss when I can experience not only all kisses but every circumstance that surrounded each kiss in a veil of sensual mystery ?
I heard what you just thought ! Yes, I am imagining you as my fingertips draw you as another set of fingers painting my fingers painting your fingers: so I do know everything about you moment-to-moment— including the fact you and I exist only in so far as we are drawing each other.
You thought: "What about other people: about their real lives; their suffering; their joys; what about your connection to other people ?"
Now: look what you just made me do !
Look how all the colors have run together now, and turned into a kind of dark army-khaki-green sludge the color of a bacterial mat floating in a stagnant lightless swamp.
The shapes, the faces, the memories, the dreams, the subtle gradients of iridescent color, the rainbows, the unbearably-radiant-white, the black-as-bottomless-deep—
All: nothing.
My fingers— stiff— is this the rictus of the real, the price paid after virtual's magic does its disappearing act ?
You are no longer here.
I am here in singular moments that have no echoes: wondering at how infinite a uniqueness the word "alone"— is.
~
«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
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Après Moi, Solipsism? 
Inspired by a recent thread, I take it.
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Hi, Greg
"Apres Moi La Deluge" ? i am trying to imagine a connection between the words attributed to Louis XV or Madam Pompadour, and my post, but, drawing a blank. Can you give a clue ?
I can only think of bill's diminished participation in CP as having all the impact of a flea falling off a large dog
cheers, bill
«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
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Yes, that's the quote, but changed to describe what your ghost was saying.
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I`m trying to understand data centers. The fists idea that comes to your mind is that the entire data center is handled by a single server, one OS manages all incoming requests from outside. But that`s not possible in practice, even with parallel computing there is a very limited number of things an OS can do at one time. So you need a lot of OS instances, each with its own separate CPU and RAM. The problem is user data is saved in a sea of Hard Drives. A server (OS instance) needs access to all of the HD`s, so the CPU HD relationship on a server is different from the one on a desktop computer. A desktop is only physically wired to one, two or three HD`s which is different from several severs/OS instances sharing a pool of HD`s.
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thanks for setting me on the correct direction
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