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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?
I mean, Mademoiselle Cochonne would be her own special kind of lady.
Do you change the emphasis? da-ko-TANT?
They’re naked seeds. I get you.
I had a customs officer take me aside and interrogate me after a series of long international flights. “If you don’t have anything illegal, why are you so jumpy?” “Because I’ve been awake for 48 hours straight and I’m getting interrogated by a guy in a uniform determined to pin something on me!?!” Motherfucker.
Old English was ‘den’. Place names ending in ‘den’ or ‘don’ were originally farmsteads cleared in the forest, i.e. Wimbledon, or Camden.
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.
I’ve started to think of “optimum solutions” rather than “right solutions”.
The word “extreme” colours your question a fair bit. I think equality of all genders is good, I don’t think anyone should be subject to unfair treatment based on gender. As a cis-het man I like to be in a relationship with a strong woman.
However, I dated someone for a while that probably fit into the “extreme” category. It was exhausting. I sometimes felt like I couldn’t do anything without it being subjected to the question: “is this the patriarchy?” Like, she needed to hang some closet doors, had no tools, and I was like, “Oh, I can bring my drill over next week and do that!” That offer to help needed to be examined.
It also got annoying that workplace frustrations we both faced were always primarily parsed as “men being sexist” when it happened to her.
IMO often her “fierce conversations” were her being kind of dick about something.
Her model for independence and autonomy strayed very close to a refusal to take anyone else’s needs into account. Her desire to treat everyone like they were equal ignored actual power differentials and the responsibility with which they come. For example, she argued she wouldn’t put the booze away if someone she knew was an alcoholic was coming over because that would be patriarchal and robbing the alcoholic of their agency.
It got exhausting.
Isn’t that backwards? In my family it’s no scatological topics while people are eating.
" … and no identifiable tattoos."
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.
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.)
… until AI starts “pranking” us by making us dead.
Hey, do you recall what it was that was causing it? I’m pretty sure there is a leak in the vac system somewhere because the engine not stopping coincides with the door locks not working.
Yeah, and I’m doing the same thing: popping the hood and hitting that ‘STOP’ switch to kill the fuel supply.
Mine was babied until I got it 6 years ago. I live in a place now that uses lots of road salt. I made a decision at one point: I can’t afford to baby it, so I’m going to drive it to death. I’m going to mourn when it dies. I wish they still make simple cars like that. Ironic it was such a luxury back in the day. Pretty sure I’ve got the original receipt and it was bought for $38 000 in '84.
Yup. That’s the drill. It’s so reliable it won’t stop without direct interference.
I have a '84 Mercedes 300D Turbodiesel. That thing will keep running after an EMP. It’ll even keep running when I take the key out (I got a vac system leak somewhere). I’m going to cry when that thing dies. It’s so not fussy either. Radiator instructions: “Try to use clean water.”
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