Poorly. According to a random Wikipedia query, commodity lithium ion is ~270 Wh per kilogram. So this is around 20% of that, according to the above.

“Excellent” may be in comparison to other byzantine specialty battery chemistries, but lithium ion remains resolutely enthroned.

Top right: y u no start???

And not to mention those goddamned Anglo-Saxons.

Filament hinges. Filament hinges everywhere.

(Riffling through my Rolodex of ancient webcomics.)

Ah, here we are:

The most succinct summation of this I’ve seen is a turn of phrase once again lifted from Daniel Rutter:

You are not your brain. You are something that your brain does.

Not until somebody shuts off the investor money faucet for AI. Then they’ll come crawling back — although inevitably not until after they go whining to all the world’s governments about wanting a bailout.

But hey, look at the bright side. We’ve already had the cryptocurrency mining boom and bust, and “AI” boom and soon to be bust. There’s still time for some idiot to invent the next tech scam fad which will conveniently require a shitload of hardware for no recognizably useful purpose.

He also imposed an import tax on motorcycles because Harley Davidson was deathly afraid that riders would rush out to purchase a Japanese bike that didn’t drip oil everywhere and reliably starts when you press the button.

Hey, man. I am four stars at least.

“Everything I don’t like is terrorism.”

What is this, 2001 again?

I can confirm this to at least some degree. Part of my job involves marketing and this unfortunately requires at least some minimum peripheral contact with professional marketing people.

They’re idiots, at least on the creative side. They live in a bubble of their own making and are among the worst people on Earth for predicting how regular people think, interact with products or websites, or make decisions.

However, they also get piles and piles of cash shoveled in their direction by executive types who are also idiots, in the vain hope of an ROI that is legendarily fuzzy and also extremely easy to fudge. Thus, the machine churns on.

Elysium actually had some semblance of working technology, though.

You said “Spock” twice.

…We like Spock.

Agreed.

Also, if everybody has a knife, the cartel that slaps those impossible-to-tear plastic collars over the necks of bottles of salad dressing and soy sauce will no longer hold any power over us.

And while we’re at it, un-ban all the silly things that they used your baseless hysteria as a purported justification for banning.

Knives for everybody! All shapes and sizes.

That’s basically what it is. The stuff is incredibly sweet.

Yes, I worked in a Chinese takeout retaurant, too.

There is no “technically” about it. Your list of ingredients there quite carefully left out the entire ladle full of cane sugar. By volume it’s about one third of the sauce by way of how every takeaway place I’ve ever seen prepares it.

Random General Tso’s fact: It’s the same sauce as the sesame chicken, but the latter has sesame seeds in it and the former has crushed chili pepper paste instead. Otherwise the base is the same (i.e. mostly sugar).

I’m not going through all that BS just to reward the manufacturer with a sale. It went back, fuck 'em, and I replaced it with a normal cheap computer monitor which is what I told him to buy in the first place.

That won’t save you anymore. My boss bought a smallish smart TV in contravention of my explicit instructions for use as a CCTV monitor because it was “cheap.” It nags you on power up with a popup whining about not being able to access the internet, and if you don’t feed it your Wifi password it will subsequently display that same popup every 30 minutes or so requiring you to dismiss it again. And again. And again. Apparently the play is to just annoy you into caving and letting it access your network.

Instead I packed it up and returned it. Fuck that.