For many years I've written about viruses, epidemics, and biology in The New Yorker and in a number of books, known collectively as the Dark Biology Series. These books include The Hot Zone, a narrative about an Ebola outbreak that was recently made into a television series on National Geographic. I'm fascinated with the microworld, the universe of the smallest life forms, which is populated with extremely beautiful and sometimes breathtakingly dangerous organisms. I see my life's work as an effort to help people make contact with the splendor and mystery of nature and the equal splendor and mystery of human character.
I'll be on at noon (ET; 16 UT), AMA!
An old man on a moped, looking about 100 years old, pulls up next to him.
The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car and asks, βWhat kind of car ya got there, sonny?β
The doctor replies, βA Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars!β
βThatβs a lot of money,β says the old man. βWhy does it cost so much?β
βBecause this car can do up to 250 miles an hour!β states the doctor proudly.
The moped driver asks, βMind if I take a look inside?β
βNo problem,β replies the doctor.
So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around.
Then, sitting back on his moped, the old man says, βThatβs a pretty nice car, all right, but Iβll stick with my moped!β
Just then the light changes, so the doctor decides to show the old man just what his car can do.
He floors it, and within 30 seconds, the speedometer reads 150 mph.
Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror β what it could beβ¦and suddenlyβ¦
WHHHOOOOOOSSSSSHHH!
Something whips by him going much faster!
βWhat on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?β the doctor asks himself.
He floors the accelerator and takes the Ferrari up to 175 mph.
Then, up ahead of him, he sees that itβs the old man on the moped!
Amazed that the moped could pass his Ferrari, he gives it more gas and passes the moped at 210 mph.
WHOOOOOOOSHHHHH!
Heβs feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him AGAIN!
Astounded by the speed of his old guy, he floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 250 mph.
Not ten seconds later, he sees the moped bearing down on him again!
The Ferrari is flat out, and thereβs nothing he can do!
Suddenly, the moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing the rear end.
The doctor stops and jumps out and , unbelievably, the old man is still alive.
He runs up to the mangled old man and says, βOh my gosh! Is there anything I can do for you?β
The old man whispers, βUnhook my suspenders from your side mirror.β
This is a question I've found myself asking recently. Whenever my sister gets a new boyfriend I always ask what kind of car he drives, and I'm always relived when it's something normal like a camry or fiesta. Yet now I'm curious what the worst possible answer to this question is.
I'm wondering about which car, stock from the factory, is the largest red flag? I figured cars would be a great place to ask!
With 11 games left, they have 39 points, meaning they can top out at 61. Ottawa and LA both have 62.
Then turning to face the inconvenienced and mouthing βsorryβ but not saying it out loud.
But that's rare.
#WARNING: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
EDIT: props to the homies who gilded this. I accredit this victory to y'all!
I never thought in a million years Iβd be posting this kind of thing. My whole life itβs been one friendzone after another. There have been a few times where Iβve had a real meaningful connection with a girl, but most of the time something goes wrong, or it turns out theyβre a psycho. Theyβll talk about how they want romance but freak out when you surprise them. And, unfortunately, if youβre like me and you struggle to understand people or youβre prone to taking statements at face value that makes you a very vulnerable target. A lot of girls have used me in the past, exploiting me for money, free rides, and most of all, as an emotional shoulder to cry on. In my experience, most women love to play games, flirting with you one moment and then withdrawing the next. And by doing that, they can keep guys like me dangling for years because weβre just too trusting.
Thatβs what makes Valery different. Sheβs never asked me for anything like that. And I know sheβs super smart. The way we communicate is so fun. She does such clever little things, like leaving me a note asking me to leave the apartment block door open so she doesnβt have to find her keys in the dark. Itβll just be a note pinned to my door but itβs her way of letting me know that sheβs thinking about me.
Other times sheβll ask me to hold a door open while she walks past with her groceries. When I do, sheβll look at me and smile in a way that makes it clear she likes me. God her eyes just light up when she looks at me. Itβs unbelievable. She has this mousy brown hair thatβs shoulder length and I notice that when she goes out to work she wears nice, conservative clothing. But when sheβs just walking around the apartment block, washing clothes or collecting post, she wears low-cut tops and loose pyjama-shorts that just draw your eye to her thighs.
Itβs obvious she knows how those clothes are gonna catch my eye and I appreciate it. For men, sex is a huge driving motivator but for women itβs not. None of the girls Iβve been with were very enthusiastic about sex with me. So it means a lot to me when a girl reaches out and offers some kind of intimacy, even if itβs just a small thing like wearing a short skirt or exposing their shoulders.
But itβs more than just attraction. We have a really deep connection. Sometimes sheβll walk downstairs bare foot and Iβll say,
βNice shoes,β and sheβll laugh. Over time itβs became our little in-joke. Weβve had this back and forth for nearly a year. I always try to c
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Apparently fastest to -50 in the last 20 years, thanks u/rishcast
