I feel the existence of an “export” option in a piece of software is noble in this day and age, and I’m so appreciative of it.

It says “look, I don’t WANT you to go to my competitor, but I’m not gonna try to hold your data hostage to prevent it.”

It’s class, as the Scottish would say.

What scientists are these? Fully half of the U.S. is going to be underwater in the next thirty years?

Bull fucking shit.

Sad little human. I have written my treatises into the warp and weft of reality itself. I have twisted my curiosity into the folds of your DNA and stamped my waxing madness into the ragged edges of the telomeres that mark your days as numbered. I have made of the stars a celestial QR code that burns across the skies of every planet, that burns across the eyes of every ape who stares into the night and asks “why?”. I announced The Work with a bang of gas and light and awe and set time itself into motion so my scripture could expand eternally into the infinite, benighted expanse.

That’s a good one. I feel like either torx or square drives should be chosen and all consumer facing screws should be one of, say, 10 sizes.

And you can apply for a permit to use other sizes, but even that is gonna cost you like a couple days in jail.