An electric blanket is one of the best ways to warm up when you’re “chilled to the bone”. Layer them between normal blankets to make the most of the heat and keep them clean, and you can get whole body heat for a tenth the cost of even a little space heater.

The ball was white/light gray. It has the surface texture of plaster of Paris, but it is somewhat lighter than would be appropriate for its canteloupe-like size.

I don’t think I actually pictured a whole person as pushing the ball, more likely it was a disembodied hand or the general sensation of pushing it myself.

I remember being specifically intrigued that I pictured the ball rolling back towards the center of the table and pondering why I had chosen the table to be slightly concave. I don’t remember more attributes of the table, but I have the feeling that has more to do with inattention to its details rather than not picturing them at the time.

I imagine that, based on the framing of the story, my interpretation was to picture the sphere as a literal entity, but the person as the “concept of a push”… The table probably lied somewhere in the middle.

You could always just buy any TV with an an analog tuner and watch whatever’s on the air these days.

90% of problems on modern cars are computers miscommunicating with other computers, out just deciding that some sensor isn’t behaving well enough, so you have to throw the baby out with the bath water. All this in proprietary formats in proprietary subsystems a filthy mortal like you can’t afford the tools to even know what’s wrong.

Caterham

The thing is, that argument doesn’t really hold up, because g in English has two major pronunciations.

I think it’s clear that in this context, “skill” is being used to mean “achievement.”

Oh man I feel like a chump… I’ve just been using mine to sort soup into “drinkable” and “chewable”

One book, “Swedish-made Penis Enlargers And Me: This Sort of Thing Is My Bag Baby”, by Austin Powers.

I don’t see why you’re so flustered, it wasn’t real communism…