You asked, and I quote, "How do you overload a ship? It has a load line on the side of the hull. If there's too much stuff on it, everyone knows just by looking."
You can overload the ship by a poorly distributed, yet still under-limit, load. These super-heavy containers are in an unknown position on the ship. What happens is as the ship rolls, pitches, and yaws, the extra instability from the imbalance puts an above-spec strain on the structural components of the ship.
If you load the shit out of the topmost containers, it gets tippy as fuck. As an example of "huh", there's a thing that's going on the mast of a ship that I've worked on. The thing doesn't weigh that much -- although it's being loaded by crane, I could lift it by myself.
To compensate, way more ballast than I can lift is going in the hull.
No no no... you're still missing it. The problem isn't the Earth, that's another proximate cause. The cause is gravity! No... wait... that's just another proximate cause, too. Ah, yes... mass, my old nemesis... we meet again...
I was a C student. Given the number of raises I've had in the last 9 years, I'm going to suggest I'm a pretty decent engineer. There were a couple of times when I was explaining what some semiconductors were doing and how the electrons travelled through the system and I just got shocked faces.
"Wait, you actually know what's going on?"
Everyone thought I was a slacker that should have flunked out. I just never cared about grades.
One of the mandatory math classes at my alma mater had (still has?) a 70% failure rate. I got a D the first time I took it, which put me in the elite top 1/3 of math there. My (now ex) wife didn't see it that way, it was more of a "YOU SHOULD GET As ALL THE TIME!!" Seriously, of the four co-op students I was on term with, I was the only one that passed that class.
There was an expression going around when I was in school: "shoot for the stars and you might get the moon." I added "aim for the moon and try to clear the ditch."
I just didn't care about my grades. Since graduation, nobody's cared about them either. If I wasn't at the bottom of my class, graduating GPS wise, I was in the bottom 10% for sure. Of course, I had more time for hobbies and family.
In college, your grades are primarily a reflection on how smart you are.
Not even close. Your college grades are determined by: 1. Understanding the material. 2. Part marks. 3. Knowing the professors. 4. Planning. 5. Reading old exams.
I still remember in one signals class, the guy next to me asked how I did for one of the homework questions, and I told him I didn't do it because it looked awful. He told me it took him several hours to solve.
"[First name], it's worth 1/2 of 1%."
"... you son of a bitch."
But hey, what do I know, I've just got an engineering degree on my wall here next to my PE certificate.
My new G3 has a dual-core 1.5GHz processor, 2G RAM, and 80G of SSD on a 720-line display.
My old netbook has a dual-core 1.5GHz processor, 2G RAM, 256 SSD and a 600-line display. (Until a month ago, it was my primary computer.)
They both run Linux (CM and Ubuntu, respectively). They both play movies. The phone will play better games than the netbook. I can carry the phone around and have it track my bike rides and runs.
They aren't phones. They're socially acceptable computers that happen to be able to make phone calls. We figured out what, 20 years ago, that if you DL ph@t w@r3Z... half the time it's real, half the time it's a virus.
I'm guessing the dicks at the NSA (yea, that's right, I called you all dicks. Prove me wrong.)
Come on man, I've gone through your email, we have a lot of the same hobbies, we could be friends.
You could invite me, or I can just show up and we can go shooting. I already know the time and place. I'll pick up some subs at Blimpie's on the way over, that cool?
My land line used to be a marine repair company. Every now and then I'd get super long detailed messages about nautical problems. Usually I'd pass them on to the company.
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You know who else wanted a final solution to this thread?
Huh, it seems I have nothing to add but posted anyway.
SLASHDOT FOREVER!
If you're in a fight as an adult you fight to kill and let fly with everything you have. This might be IT.
You want to dance? Take a salsa class.
You asked, and I quote, "How do you overload a ship? It has a load line on the side of the hull. If there's too much stuff on it, everyone knows just by looking."
You can overload the ship by a poorly distributed, yet still under-limit, load. These super-heavy containers are in an unknown position on the ship. What happens is as the ship rolls, pitches, and yaws, the extra instability from the imbalance puts an above-spec strain on the structural components of the ship.
Ship bends.
Ship breaks.
Salvagelarity ensues.
Moments, how do they work?
If you load the shit out of the topmost containers, it gets tippy as fuck. As an example of "huh", there's a thing that's going on the mast of a ship that I've worked on. The thing doesn't weigh that much -- although it's being loaded by crane, I could lift it by myself.
To compensate, way more ballast than I can lift is going in the hull.
... short of multi-megaton nuclear warheads, we CANT cause earthquakes.
When the Libyians blew up PanAm 103, the fuselage impact registered as an earthquake:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_Am_Flight_103#Fuselage_impact
No no no... you're still missing it. The problem isn't the Earth, that's another proximate cause. The cause is gravity! No... wait... that's just another proximate cause, too. Ah, yes... mass, my old nemesis... we meet again...
Go to spin class.
You can't spell "assassin" without "ass".
Check up or check out, get that prostate examined before it kills you!
I was a C student. Given the number of raises I've had in the last 9 years, I'm going to suggest I'm a pretty decent engineer. There were a couple of times when I was explaining what some semiconductors were doing and how the electrons travelled through the system and I just got shocked faces.
"Wait, you actually know what's going on?"
Everyone thought I was a slacker that should have flunked out. I just never cared about grades.
One of the mandatory math classes at my alma mater had (still has?) a 70% failure rate. I got a D the first time I took it, which put me in the elite top 1/3 of math there. My (now ex) wife didn't see it that way, it was more of a "YOU SHOULD GET As ALL THE TIME!!" Seriously, of the four co-op students I was on term with, I was the only one that passed that class.
There was an expression going around when I was in school: "shoot for the stars and you might get the moon." I added "aim for the moon and try to clear the ditch."
I just didn't care about my grades. Since graduation, nobody's cared about them either. If I wasn't at the bottom of my class, graduating GPS wise, I was in the bottom 10% for sure. Of course, I had more time for hobbies and family.
In college, your grades are primarily a reflection on how smart you are.
Not even close. Your college grades are determined by:
1. Understanding the material.
2. Part marks.
3. Knowing the professors.
4. Planning.
5. Reading old exams.
I still remember in one signals class, the guy next to me asked how I did for one of the homework questions, and I told him I didn't do it because it looked awful. He told me it took him several hours to solve.
"[First name], it's worth 1/2 of 1%."
"... you son of a bitch."
But hey, what do I know, I've just got an engineering degree on my wall here next to my PE certificate.
A lot of people don't read that.
My co-worker has a taxi company's app. They want full permission for everything. I didn't load it.
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.appbuilder.u66459p124918
Same with the Cineplex app. Way too many permissions for something that's just showing a ticket:
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.fivemobile.cineplex&hl=en
Sexy bunny woman? Where do I click?
WHAR LINK WHARE?
Your smart phone IS a computer, FFS.
My new G3 has a dual-core 1.5GHz processor, 2G RAM, and 80G of SSD on a 720-line display.
My old netbook has a dual-core 1.5GHz processor, 2G RAM, 256 SSD and a 600-line display. (Until a month ago, it was my primary computer.)
They both run Linux (CM and Ubuntu, respectively). They both play movies. The phone will play better games than the netbook. I can carry the phone around and have it track my bike rides and runs.
They aren't phones. They're socially acceptable computers that happen to be able to make phone calls. We figured out what, 20 years ago, that if you DL ph@t w@r3Z... half the time it's real, half the time it's a virus.
Well, the moon landings WERE faked, but they were filmed on the moon.
We've had a base up there since 1958. It's just on the far side so you can't see it from Earth.
I'm guessing the dicks at the NSA (yea, that's right, I called you all dicks. Prove me wrong.)
Come on man, I've gone through your email, we have a lot of the same hobbies, we could be friends.
You could invite me, or I can just show up and we can go shooting. I already know the time and place. I'll pick up some subs at Blimpie's on the way over, that cool?
Or really, really needs some Chapstick.
Who doesn't?
Nope, just mail order that mofo. These guys sell 1W+ blue lasers:
Wicked Lasers -- any colour, any power, get em before they're gone.
Honestly I'm a little confused myself so I'm not sure.
Blaster Master? Whar sequel WAHR?
Still the best game music of all time, and fuck all y'all saying God of War.
I'm a military contractor.
I'm also a fitness instructor.
Due to my searches for weaponry, vegas trips, and yoga mats Adsense thinks I'm gay.
"Two possibilities exist -- either we are alone in the universe or we are not. I am unsure which is more terrifying."
Yeah, probably.
I'm not American. It's not the only country in the world with a Navy.
My land line used to be a marine repair company. Every now and then I'd get super long detailed messages about nautical problems. Usually I'd pass them on to the company.