Everywhere you go - You’re followed by a 60Hz hum

Atheist agnostic: Material conditions lead to nobody knowing

See, nobody really knows why we sneeze. So there's no problem in designing a set of bespoke nose plugs that simply reflect the sneeze back into your body. It's way more polite for everyone around you, and having your nostrils constantly clogged with pieces of high-precision rubber is great to cut down on seasonal allergies.

Now, do I have a Sneeze Redirector installed? No. I'm not the kind of idiot who puts an experimental medical device in my airway. And with the new FCC rules around "experimental medical devices," I don't even have to tell my customers they're technically test-driving the things. All those guinea pigs are not only lining up to give me their cash, but also to let me harvest their valuable sneezing-related life experiences in order to further scientific research. For some reason, though, nobody is rushing to pay me for all this great data.

youre, my little living thing ❤️

Police know that the first sign of affiliation into a new gang is a change in the subject's vocabulary. New words. Unfamiliar names. Did little Johnny never mention the words "locating datum" before he suddenly blurted it out by accident one night at dinner? It may be time to have a conversation with his teacher, to find out more about who he spends his time with at school. If you can get to it early enough, you can nip it in the bud.

In a similar vein, it's important to figure out where all their money is going. Kids who get hooked on the machinist lifestyle will often buy ridiculous things in order to "prove" their affiliation with the gang. One mother of two in Rhode Island came home to find a bunch of strange metallic cylinders on her doorstep, shipped overnight from FedEx to her youngest child. Round stock. She thought it was "just a phase." Her child is doing time in a federal penitentiary, after getting all fucked up on DYKEM markers and stabbing an engineer for submitting an insufficiently dimensioned drawing.

Last, an obsession with precision is often your last chance to have a talk with a wayward child. Are things in your house suddenly becoming rigidly aligned to an invisible grid system? Are you noticing things becoming burnished or otherwise polished, that weren't before? A trusted adult's timely intervention when your kid is micrometering a piece of sheet metal found in the alley may be all that is saving your kid from a lifetime of obsessing over thousandths.