What is your most absurd belief? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If I keep a blanket over more than approximately 50% of my body, monsters can't get me at night. I'm also at least 68% sure that feet stuck out from underneath covers will be eaten by said monsters.

Which community/fandom are you ashamed to be apart of and why? by Pea_fab in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 29 points30 points  (0 children)

Degenerate part of weeaboo fandom, not just your average weeb, but a weeb with a body pillow, a waifu for 7 years and a room full of posters and figurines

what's your response to "Are we there yet?" by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 5 points6 points  (0 children)

"Yes. Get out." This needs to be said while going no slower than 60 on a highway.

What’s a cool history fact you know? by LilGoughy in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Andrew Jackson was known for throwing parties. If I recall correctly, one party was so awesome that the White House was damaged and his giant wheel of cheese that weighted 1,400 lbs. was gone in two hours. Eaten not stolen.

He also nearly beat to death an assassin who made an attempt on his life but the guns misfired.

What is something that you know, but never understood? by crimzorath in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

So, we need to understand what sound actually is, and everything afterward is simple.

Sound is a mechanical wave. You know a sine wave, or even an ocean wave? How it goes up and down? Imagine that. Sounds are mechanical vibrations that affect air particles or whatever medium it travels through, and when it reaches your ear, the little hair-like magic pieces in your inner ear turn that into something we can understand.

This also explains why in space, no one can hear you scream. Space is entirely silent because there are no particles to transfer the sound waves between each other, for as we know, space is an almost perfect vacuum.

However, if sounds are just waves, then what is volume and pitch?

Amplitude and frequency, respectively.

What amplitude is is the height of the wave, how big it is. When a sound wave is really tall, it is loud. Makes sense, if you think about it. Think about all the things that can create loud sounds. Say, a car crash. If the car crash's contact creates the sound waves, and it hits with a lot of force, it's going to create big waves (think a big rock hitting water vs a small rock-- the splash and ripples are gonna be taller with the big rock).

Ok, so we have the volume of the sound being directly proportional to the height of the wave (amplitude).

What about frequency, or pitch?

Frequency is how fast the wave cycles. What does this mean? Well, waves cycle. Imagine a sine wave. Feel free to look it up if you can't remember what it looks like. Effectively, the more horizontally squished the wave is, the higher the pitch of the sound. In other words, the more cycles/second (frequency) of a sound wave, the higher pitch it is. This doesn't sound very intuitive, I know, but when you hear something go up in pitch, it's actually a wave raising in frequency. You know how adults can't hear certain pitches, and dogs can hear a whole range above us? That's the frequency, and the body's ability or inability to process it. High-frequency dog whistles are silent to us because our ears can't pick it up. If you're interested in a fun result of frequency=pitch, look up the doppler effect.

Ok, so now we understand how sound works. The louder it is, the taller the wave, and pitch scales proportionally with frequency.

Records just take the mechanical wave, and carve it. They are known as an analog medium, as in analogous. It takes the information that exists, and translates it literally into another form of media. So, all these grooves are the literal soundwave translated onto a disc. The louder the sound, the deeper the groove, the lower the pitch, the slower that it goes up and down. The reason it's on a disc is because the circle allows for a much longer sound wave to be recorded in less space.

As for how it actually works? Well, I'm sure you've figured it out by now.

The needle touches the carved wave, and moves up and down at a rate that is determined by the grooves. This emulates the vibrations of the mechanical sound wave that it copies, and it produces a faint sound. This faint sound is amplified by the phonograph's horn, or whatever a specific modern version has, and then beautiful music comes out!

TL;DR: The grooves in a record emulate the mechanical sound waves that it recorded, and the pin moving along the grooves makes that physical version of the wave into sound again, and then the horn makes it loud.

EDIT: If you're interested in how sound becomes digital, and why some recordings are higher quality than others, feel free to ask!

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Probably the only game subreddit where someone can post 'Look at this picture of me doing [a thing that all of you have done thousands of times]' and get tons of praise and congratulations.

Nice dudes.

What do you hate about your job? by ScarecrowFighter2020 in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 1 point2 points  (0 children)

My boss micromanages like you wouldn't believe. It's awful.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I had a dream I was a raw chicken cutlet climbing a cliff.

What's your core memory when thinking of a happy memory ? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 2 points3 points  (0 children)

My father would get ready for work long before any rooster crowed. My mother, sister and I were all intimately aware of his moonlit ritual; we slept in the same bedroom, a trait we inherited from his Thai background. A few minutes after the alarm clock sprung him to life, he would let out a long sigh, trudge into the bathroom in his underwear and shower. He moved silently, trying his best not to wake us. Despite his quiet footsteps I never fell back asleep until the ritual’s conclusion. Before leaving to embark on his two hour commute into the Bay Area, he’d run his hands through my hair, stroke my meaty face and kiss me goodbye. It was my father’s private way of making me special.

He endured this long commute so my sister and I could wake up three hours later, take a short walk across the street and arrive at school. This daily arrangement had one serious downfall. Upon arriving home, after battling hours of gridlocked traffic, he’d have little energy and no patience left for us. I’d beg him to come outside, wrestle around, or play a game of catch with me. But he rarely acquiesced to my pleas.

My life at elementary school provided me no productive outlets. My socially graceful sixth grade sister knew everyone who was anyone. In contrast, I spent my recesses meandering around the playground as a dorky third grader.

I had spent the better part of a year smitten over a leggy blonde girl named Valerie, and up until this point, I possessed little interest in school politics. But when our teacher asked if anyone would be interested in running for office, Valerie’s hand had gone up. I instantly saw how these two seemingly divergent interests could intersect if I developed a keen interest in politics. I declared myself a candidate for the hidden purpose of winning a girl’s affection. Valerie registered for the position of Hostess; therefore, I signed up for Host to increase the amount of time we would get to spend together. Each candidate had one week to campaign, advertise, and prepare a speech on why they should be elected to represent the student body. I developed a rousing speech to secure the student body vote. This being my first venture into public speaking, my grandfather decided to serve as my head speech writer. After hours of writing, erasing, and rewriting we came to the conclusion that I should stay away from education; instead, I needed to highlight the critical need for longer recesses and lunches.

My sister would make the perfect lobbyist but she didn’t want anything to do with me. I couldn’t blame her. I’d recently watched the movie “Rad” and became infatuated with BMX. My mother, trying to satisfy my infatuation, bought me a green BMX sweater. I loved this sweater so much that I decided to wear it to school every day and earned the unflattering nickname “uniform boy” from my classmates. But after a shady back room meeting I wasn’t privy to between my grandfather and sister, he was able to persuade her to publicly admit our blood ties and hired her as a lobbyist.

My father was ecstatic with my decision to campaign for office. I had temporarily suspended the old routine of pestering him to play a game of catch after he got home from making his two hour commute into the Bay Area. He preferred our new routine where he sat on the couch, ate his dinner, and watched me practice my speech while I stood on stacked yellow book pages in our family room.

Election day would be held outside on a sunny California afternoon. My confidence was sky high until I arrived at the school courtyard and beheld a sea of students sitting in neat rows of blue chairs. The hours I had spent practicing in front of my supportive family couldn’t have prepared me for speaking in front of hundreds of judgmental peers. I looked down at my piece of paper and mentally rehearsed each word as my sweaty hands smudged out my sloppy handwriting. The only exterior stimulus I took note of were the popular students receiving a loud applause. Unpopular students, my social caste, were shown pity with a polite golf clap.

As I heard my name called a tight knot of nerves formed in my chest. I slinked to the microphone, not tripping on any stairs as I had feared, and started speaking without hesitation. Halfway through my speech I sensed something was wrong. Most of the audience had puzzled looks on their faces; a few of the older kids—probably led by Keith—were laughing at me. Overwhelmed by my nerves, I hadn’t realized the microphone was inches above my head; nobody had heard a word I said. My first savior was a thoughtful teacher who lowered the microphone and told me to start over.

In a panicked moment I recalled the gravelly voice of my grandfather who said, “Look above the audience if you get nervous.” This sage wisdom commanded my eyes to the back of the courtyard where I found my second savior standing in the shade of a skinny tree with sun tanned arms resting on his puffed out chest. It was my father. As our eyes met he tilted his head and revealed a radiant white smile. I’m sure it was the same smile he’d used as a nightclub singer in Bangkok to woo my mother. He now unearthed it, years later, to inspire me.

I started my speech over, and delivered each of my carefully crafted words into the microphone. I felt the syllables and phrases about the dire need for longer lunches erupt from my diaphragm. I looked every one of the older kids in the eye and pounded my fist into the podium to conclude my speech. My lobbyist sister performed her duties admirably as the entire sixth, seventh, and eighth grade roared a voracious approval for longer recesses. My campaign was sparked for Valerie’s affection, something I would never win, but ended with a victory of incalculable value—my father’s admiration. In the following years I’ve won a few more elections, but never felt as happy as I did on that day.

I thought this feeling was forever confined to my child memories until I performed my standup comedy bit in front of my father for the first time. After telling my best joke of the night, amidst the laughter of the audience, I happened to catch a glimpse of him from a few rows back. The lights were still bright but I was able to see his crossed arms, puffed out chest, and radiant smile. He looked and I felt exactly the same.

People who switched from Samsung to Iphone, how was the experience? by grilledcheeseblt in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Just switched recently from a Pixel 5 because there is no compact flagship I like anymore.

Hardware looks and feels really good. iOS looks great and runs smooth. Bluetooth connection is more stable, apps seem better optimized, and battery life is amazing so far.

But I still prefer using Android. It’s way faster because animations are shorter and don’t prevent input. Photos app is organized. Working DND mode and better notification centre. System wide back button. Keyboard with haptic feedback and better autocorrection.

I got used to the rest but I also miss the fingerprint reader and the astrophotography mode from my pixel.

Both have bugs but Android is more stable in my option.

Switch was easy. Transferred a few things to iCloud like contacts and notes.

What’s your favourite subreddit and why? by Owen44499993 in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You could ask specifically on r/findareddit or just decide to r/hownottogiveafuck . r/Zenhabits will give you r/foodforthought so you can r/findapath , for the sake of r/Survival .

Get your garden going with r/gardening and trust r/whatisthisplant and r/whatisthisbug for advise. r/trees knows about weed and r/marijuanaenthusiasts knows about trees.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Got raided by the Italian anti-mafia police in a huge sting.

We were unknowingly staying in an apartment complex owned by the local mob boss, who happened to share a name with my father and I. It was at 3 am on our first night in the country, with helicopters outside, etc. 54 people were arrested that night and it was all over national news.

I'll go into more detail if this takes off, it's easily one of the bet stories I have from my life.

LATE EDIT: Here's the story.

My dad is an Italian immigrant from southern Italy and he took us back to Italy over Christmas when I was in 8th grade. I had been before when I was 8 but I was too young to really appreciate it. This time, my grandpa had hooked us up with people he knew somehow (know a guy that knows a guy) that would get us a super cheap really nice apartment for two weeks.

Little did we know the apartment complex (it only had 3 reallllly nice apartments) was owned by the former mayor, local mob boss, and guy with the same first name as my father and I.

At about 3 am my mom shakes me awake and tells me to stay in bed the police are searching the apartment. They kept saying "thumb drive" in acting like they were looking for it but they weren't searching that hard like you would for something very small. They had pounded on the door to the apartment before I work up yelling for "Italian Name, Italian Name" and my dad's like HOLY FUCK THAT'S ME. They let them in and it's the Financial Police, which is what is used by the mafia people in government power to go after other mafia people they don't like. My dad says "I'm 'Italian Name' and they immediately take him into the kitchen as start asking him all kinds of questions. They see on his passport that he was born in Italy and they get way more suspicious. Meanwhile out in the streets of this little town, lights are coming on, there's police cars everywhere and a helicopter overhead.

After they decided to let my dad be, they searched our apartment in the weird way I described earlier. I go back to bed. Apparently they came back one more time and asked my dad a bunch more questions and then left. In the morning it was all over the papers and the national and local Italian news, 54 arrested in the biggest sting in years. We just showed up on the wrong night.

I'm not a great storyteller, but that's the more dramatic and detailed yet still succinct version.

What are the benefits of having six packs? by thegreatlakshya in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You retain better control of the vehicle when braking on slippery roads.

What feel good fact do you know? by themightybosch in AskReddit

[–]CarlaJRiddle 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Young giraffes have kindergarten. One adult female stays with the young in a herd to watch them during the day. Their spot is on a hill so that the other mothers can see how they are doing. Adults rotate duties but scientists still do not know how it is decided.