Birds are reptiles.
Birds are reptiles.
I mean, we're kind of known for war crimes too. Was anyone in WW1 worse than the Canadians?
Lots of good articles on Canadian brutality in WW1 if you do a search. As for war crimes in particular, here's one of many articles mentioning how Canadians killed prisoners of war:
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/the-forgotten-ferocity-of-canadas-soldiers-in-the-great-war
" ... and no identifiable tattoos."
The article states that there was no known motive, but it also states that automated cars in SF have been attacking people and emergency vehicles, in addition to blocking traffic for human drivers.
It's pretty clear that this is the beginning of the anti-robot revolution.
That shit scarred me, and I think was a major contributor to an anxious-preoccuppied attachment style as an adult. A lifetime of being put on a pedestal from the recognition I was bright and a novel thinker, and then the judgment when I inevitably goofed something up left me with a deep -rooted belief that the true me was unworthy and an inevitable fuck up. "Taniwha is an intelligent and capable person, if only he would stop being such a fuck around." I learned not to trust myself because inevitability I'd do something impulsive, or miss some social queue, or not stay with the program, which made me very Other-focused and wanting to do the "right thing" so I didn't let everyone down again.
Every single report card and evaluation I've ever received was full of back handed compliments pointing to a moral failing. "... if only he just completed his homework on time," "... needs to stay focused," "... too much time socialising with/distracting his neighbour."
"Lots of potential ... If only ..." Never enough.
Fuck you. That was the thing I was born to struggle with. How many stupid kids got sent home with report cards that said things like, "John's a hard worker and attentive student. He has a lot of potential, but he needs to work on not being stupid."
Parents: "Johnny. You NEED to stop being so stupid in class, and start being smarter or you're going to need Canada's most disciplined ditch digger."
To this day, an accomplished academic, a variable professional, and kind person I still freak out inside when someone gets excited about me. I keep falling into relationships with avoidants because trying to please someone who I've let down is just about all I know.
Old English was 'den'. Place names ending in 'den' or 'don' were originally farmsteads cleared in the forest, i.e. Wimbledon, or Camden.
In Viking's defense: of all the Romance languages French is the most like Latin being spoken and written by a drunk hick with no formal education.
I asked my 8 year old what he thought of this recipe and he replied, "That's disgusting and whoever invented it should be executed immediately."
Not sure you've given us enough context. Why would I feel the need to defend myself when someone asks me directions.
I have a suspicion you're asking if someone questions my actions or something.
You know, it's kind of like this with land. Laws around Adverse Possession (Squatter's Rights) are basically the legal framework for taking possession of land when someone has so much land or are so absentee that you can use it without them noticing. Generally, if you you can use their land openly and they don't challenge you, after a set period it's yours.
Don't know how this would work with money, but it's interesting that you can legally take someone's property if they have too much to manage it properly and you need it.
That was my first response: who has the money for cereal in this economy? I tell you what, Mr. Kellogg, if it's breakfast for dinner it's going to be toast or porridge. I'm certainly not overpaying for glorified dried, smashed frozen corn.
I'd like a pretty stripped down phone, and am intrigued by the concept of the Fair Phone. I looked at the Nothing Phone and the aesthetic is neat, but in the end it just seemed like different bells and whistles. It's like if I didn't want to wear fancy clothes, just simple working clothes. This looks like simple working clothes, but it's actual streetwear from a boutique.
Cars and devices: can we just get simple, repairable machines?
EDIT: houses, too. I'd rather plain and quality than fancy shit.
No. It's feminine because you put dirty things in it.
EDIT: I'm going to get lynched by the hyper vigilant with you. We're in this together now.
That sounds like Gabor Maté's work.
Is this not basic knowledge? This is up there with the warnings to not put plastic bags over your head.
Yes, my dude, marijuana makes you eat ALL the treats.
If you've already made it to fentanyl just take two of them. No need to be buried in Canada.
I'm a poultrologist, and you should all be aware that this kills the chicken.
Yeah, I've seen this cropping up over the last few days and was wondering.
A quick look through a few news sources suggests that it is related to an artificial ground mulch made from recycled materials. This mulch was used in a bunch of parks. It came from a recycling company that claims all its mulch has tested negative for asbestos. Again, although it is referred to as 'bonded asbestos' which means it has been combined with another building material, it doesn't say what. Up until the 90s asbestos was used in concrete, under lino, and in drywall.
... I don't know who the fuck would use ground up construction materials for playgrounds mulch. Pretty sure the school near me (in Canada) users ground up tires, so I'm not walking too tall here. I suspect that's going to be it's own thing in a few years. (Tires are pretty fucking toxic. They very optimistically thought they could make artificial reefs from them in the 80s. No. Nothing will grow on them.)
I think he'd be more likely to say, "See! This is why democracy is a shitty idea. Think about how stupid the average person is. Now think that half of them are stupider than that. And you want to let them vote?" 'The Republic', Plato
... I think it's actually a Latin word, "re,", meaning, "the matter (subject)" not an abbreviation at all.
That's not too fair. Poor guy. Someone has to fight back. Are we sure it wasn't self-defense? Maybe they were trying to sink his yacht?
Catholics every Friday.
Same thing happened with Blundtstone. Production moved from Tasmania to Vietnam. They swear everything is the same, but I'm looking at these two different pairs of boots ...
No. Pointed in that direction is, "Goodbye Alberta."
I don't know what you're talking about. They're naturally superior.
I've started to think of "optimum solutions" rather than "right solutions".
Shit. You just reminded me I was supposed to do that last week.
It's rad. Carnage from the very beginning.
Actually, I blame the Franks.
No. The Latin ending -ium designates that something comes from a place. Like, magnesium was originally found in Magnesia. Aluminia is not a place. It's name is derived from the Latin word 'alumen' for aluminum oxide.
This is what happens when you let people read the Bible in English.
I will, when I run out of weed and need to buy more. Until then: I'm way too high, buddy.
It's bad for you. I'm a steal yo girl, and if you come near my taniwha hideout, I'm going to eat you.
... I'm so high right now. That's probably how this ends for me: humans bringing me some cannabis, getting me too high, and leading me somewhere out of the way.
Like, what made him vomit, what was his vomit made of, and if that wasn't a fucking joint then what was it?
Seriously. It's pretty discouraging and off-putting. Although, when I was in the Aquitaine I don't think I got any of that.
... Maybe it's because they remember being under English management and don't want to give anyone an excuse?
I do find the French have very little ability to understand their language if it's getting mangled.
... until AI starts "pranking" us by making us dead.
Yeah, my first thought too. The top doesn't just fall off them. Rodents would be my guess. I've had rodents top entire flats.
Yeah, I was like, "Shit. Looks like they got their hands on a container of old Eagle II kit planes."
This was not the dumbest thing to say at all. For all your extra words, those high frequencies are de facto line of sight. If you live in the mountains anywhere remotely rural you know this is true. Also, the low frequency bands are known for their penetration and diffraction, but even VHF (~150MHz) is considered line of sight due to its low diffraction. On what basis are you so confident? Neither physics or empirical evidence back you up. Pretty high-handed with your, "dumbest thing to say," comment.
I've been wondering a lot about absurdism in humour. There are people who laugh when they see something disastrous happen, like a man reflexively trying to stop a cement truck from tipping and getting squashed dead. Or a recent news story of the only fatality in a school bus crash: it was an observer who got hit by a vehicle as he ran across the highway to see if the kids were ok. A lot of the time this laughing response to a disaster is interpreted as schadenfreude, but a good portion of the time I believe it's absurdism.
We try so hard to have agency, to do something, but the World doesn't give a fuck. You have two choices when shit goes so wrong: you can wail about the unfairness of it all, or you can laugh at the absurdity of our efforts in the face of the colossal chaos of it all. The laughter is stronger.
It's interesting to me that some cultures seem to have absurd humour baked in. The Aussies and Kiwis seem to have it. They just make jokes about and laugh at the most horrific situations.