...which should already have been turned on, particularly in the curve where the wreck occurred, but wasn't because apparently it costs $15 billion to have a couple electricians throw some circuit breakers, or something.
BUT. PTC is not a panacea, and over at Chicago Boyz David Foster writes about a time when PTC caused a fatal train wreck, rather than prevented one.
The person operating the vehicle should always be authorized and able to take full control of the vehicle, at any time, for any reason, because machines are stupid and do not have judgement.
Automated safety systems are wonderful things, but they cannot and should not replace good judgement based on experience.
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It was 36° outside at 2 AM. This is May! WTF.
...had the AC on Sunday, of course, then turned it off Monday evening...and had to turn the heat on again this morning because it was 64° in here!
In the Fungal Vale, I expect winter-like temperatures as late as mid-April. Not two-thirds of the way through May. This is dicks.
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Anyway, I baked a birthday cake (yellow cake with chocolate frosting) and Mrs. Fungus put 49 candles on it--one extra for the wish--and I blew 'em all out. I had a very nice birthday today.
Dinner was BBQ ribs, and they were fall-off-the-bone tender. 2.3 hours at 300, then 0.7 hours at 250-ish, then apply BBQ sauce and let 'em go for 20 more minutes at 350. Delicious.
The rub recipe is pretty simple:
1 TBSP cayenne pepper...and that'll do a lot more than a single rack of ribs, too. It's pretty tasty considering that I threw it together one time when I decided to try using a rub. Now it's the standard and I can't make BBQ ribs without it.
1 TBSP white sugar
1/2 TBSP paprika
1 TSP ground black pepper
1 TSP salt
1 TSP garlic powder
After applying the rub I wrapped the rack in foil and let it sit in the fridge while the cake baked; then I threw the ribs in and reduced the oven heat to 300 (from the 350 needed to bake the cake) and let it go.
I have to believe that my Dad would have loved my BBQ ribs. Even though he would have maintained that his were better. Heh.
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Tomorrow is chore day--whee--which means I'd better get myself into bed.