I choose to be weird.

Solved with ejector seats, obvs.

If you can’t physically handle explosive bolts firing within close proximity of your ears to shear the roof off your vehicle, and the subsequent 12-20G’s of acceleration as you’re unexpectedly launched skyward, then what are you even doing in a vehicle!?

As to how to trigger the explosives and rocket motors when the power has gone out? Independent emergency batteries that activate when a power loss is detected.

Could these batteries be used to power the braking system instead of a dangerous, cartoonishly violent, and ill-advised fantasy? Yes.
Will they be? No.

I was thinking about pushing it off the road for the every-person. Not just transport. But don’t take me too seriously. I’m no mechanomagician.

Come with me on an ADHD journey!

Spring actuated, or well, any type of ‘fail closed’ brake design would definitely work.

But what happens if it fails closed (due to no power - the only failure mode I’ve considered below) and the vehicle needs to be moved?
Are they gonna do that thing they do with elevator emergency brakes with the spinning balls that engage the brakes only if a certain inertial threshold is reached? That way as long as they aren’t going too fast, the car can be pushed off the road?
Or are they gonna let you plug in a phone to charge the brake system enough to disengage the failsafe?
Maybe there will be a sweet-ass lever under the center console like the one in the first Jurassic Park movie where people have to pump it to prime the system?
My favorite iteration of this nonsensical idea is that new cars are going to come with a crank in the front, like old-school model T’s, so that in an emergency, people can wind up their cars to release the brakes.

(Please consider all of the above as me having too much time on my hands, and not a real critique of your statements. I think failsafes are a good idea. I’m just a silly.)

Brake by wire means standard brakes, but the control mechanism is electronic, not hydraulic.

Still is a mechanical brake, just controlled with wires.

Overall, it should be less complex/more modular than hydraulic systems that have to be integrated with the drive train. (But it also means more ‘opportunity’ for embedded sensors and non-user serviceable parts signed by code, so who knows how they’re going to mess it up.)

It’s like they suddenly realized that “data center leased to Oracle” but financed by them and owned by a no-name company with no assets and considerable liabilities is a bad idea.

Also, would not be surprised to find the company is a shell company and after the finance and legal teams are paid, the income shifts back through shell companies to the parent company, which is somehow Oracle, but with no legal responsibility to the lenders or municipality.

Even if my supposition is not accurate, just the first statement should have stopped them cold.

About 7 years ago, my now-wife and I had just moved to this city and she was struggling to find work. We attended a few networking events to try to figure out the job market for her field here.

Now, I mean. I know my wife is hot. She was then, she is now. She can and has stopped traffic. People have fallen off bikes to gawp at her. Women have thrown themselves at her. Men act like boys around her.

At this professional networking event, while my wife had stepped away, a man wearing a 3-piece suit and clearly well into his career turned to me and said “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but she’s … really … beautiful.” The overall affectation and delivery was fawning, cautious, even. He was kind of moon-eyed. The guys around him all nodded somberly, as if they’d been stricken.
He had been talking with the men around him when we wandered over, and they all went a bit quiet when we came over.

Clearly, I still remember the compliment. It was a great testament to how hot my wife is. She’s a babe. (And like, fun, funny, and sweet and all the other stuff that makes relationships work.)

With a name that horrible, each click had better sound like “plap” so you can plap, plap, plap your day away while flicking the bean.

I like that interpretation way better than my own.

The chocolate is spinning a narrative and I don’t like if.

Particularly messy ass to vagina creampie?

I did not know he was married. I just assumed not.

I thought he was copping a feel off Usha Vance.

(In my defense, the lighting is dim and if someone asked me to picture Stephen Miller’s wife, olive-skinned is emphatically not a descriptor that would have come to mind.)

For one, the sources claim that the Start menu is getting a full rewrite in WinUI 3, which will make it 60% more responsive and notably more customizable.

Customizable for whom?
Users? Advertisers?

And just like everything since windows xp, it’s a an iterative change from the last version with arbitrary things that are broken and only about 3/4 of the way through the product’s life do the features improve to the around the level of promise that was initially made, save for the stuff that’s been removed or intentionally broken to stifle interoperability, or stuffed with advertising.

I think it’s reasonable to find meaning in a hobby and to be afraid of bears.

Performative self-victimization. It tracks.

“We have poor customer data safeguards, confidently present subpar work as acceptable, and have failed to adequately train our intended users but would like you to believe it’s all the users fault.”

When not referred to by its proper name, His Majesty is known as the womb hammer or the flesh dagger.

My IT department puts anything capable of storing data into a chipper when its time has come. The guys who load the trucks will throw laptops like frisbees into the steel cage that they lock the devices in between the office and the shredder.

They probably wouldn’t care if you gave your laptop a tattoo or even a piercing.

They’ve done Paul Newman dirty.

In the last little bit, I’ve noticed he’s had several weird ‘off script’ bits he’s been doing.
Commentators have picked up on it and have discussed them at length to highlight how cooked his brain is.

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I think it’s part of an intentional effort to seed a mythos around him. Some true information, some false information. Overrepresent some of the fantastical stuff, especially through media channels to your low-information fans. Get a couple idiot commentators to start parroting a Jesus narrative for him. Pick a fight with the pope, maybe. See if you can dear-leader yourself into becoming the god king while your oligarch buddies fuck with the media and informational landscape.

Seems to be tracking.

(Editing to add: I want to be explicit that I don’t think this is a super-well executed plan. In terms of plans, This one seems to be written in crayon. But shit is definitely happening .)