One Interesting Detail I've Noticed Up In Them Thar Hills Is There's A Surprising Number Of Dudes That

Have all the various *core aesthetics been deprecated by Debbie Downers yet? While some I found personally silly, I enjoyed the fact people were expressing themselves creatively.

One advantage of rock music receding in popularity is that metal can retreat to the darkness and become evil again.

He liberated Wallachia is what he did. He impaled 10,000 turkeys or whatever the FUCK they're called, and in this house, Vlad Dracul Tepes is a hero, END OF STORY

Did you ever learn or maintain a skill set you either weren't supposed to or would be seen as anachronistic? And do so because it's interesting or fun? Like for example I'm teaching myself how to use a boatswain's pipe right now. Not because I'm a reenactor or anything, just for the funsies. I've taught myself how to pick locks, I'm slowly working on radio stuff with an eye to get a ham radio license one day, learned how to fight with a tomahawk and big knife, maintain the skill of orienteering regularly, amongst others.

Never know what's going to be useful when.

A gross oversimplification of the history, usually from the tankie's POV.

If we're just sticking to WW2, Poland (Division of Poland from the Molotov Ribbentrop Pact), Finland (Winter War 1940), Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia (Baltic Invasion 1940) and Japan (Invasion of Manchuria 1945) all deployed troops against the Soviets. Ukrainian partisans were a grey area.

I think this has been posted on here before but this one always makes me laugh

To be precise, the "all female crew" aboard the flaming phallic symbol were not crew, they were cargo. They did not interact with the flight computer, they did not relay information on craft condition to ground crew, they got buckled in by others and bounced around during zero G.

btw the katy perry/bezos' girlfriend/other four irrelevant billionaires 10 minute space stunt was not the first all female expedition no matter how much they try to market it as such. the first all female mission was in 1963 with soviet cosmonauts Valentina Tereshkova, Irina Solovyova and Valentina Ponomaryova - all three of which were working class and had to pass incredibly hard exams to be chosen from 400 potential candidates. just in case we started falling for the propaganda machine again

My first post. Been a long time since I was on Tumblr. Suppose I should say something portentous and meaningful now.

Cheese is love. Cheese is life. Cheese is the glue that holds burgers and the universe together.

A tired trope that needs to get flushed:

Intimate partner gaslighting in horror and thriller.

Typical situation: married couple moves to new city (foreign locale where she doesn't speak the language is optional). Husband is distracted by new job/important project/sales meetings and leaves her to her own devices. She exists for a bit so you get that she's a people, and then she notices strange stuff. Some weird dude following her. Honkey shenanigans at the corner grocery. The light fixtures spew black ink and sulphur fumes. Something.

She, having grown up a modern woman and having a Spidey sense on creepers because she's still alive, say to hubby weird shit is going on.

Hubby's automatic reaction is to discount her observations, says she's imagining things, she's overreacting, she's stressed, she's wrong because the stars aren't in alignment, whatever.

Doesn't matter if there's been multiple disappearances in the neighborhood. Doesn't matter if the drawing of the suspect matches the gardener exactly. Doesn't matter that she would have no reason to bullshit. Doesn't matter.

Why not accept that she's seen weird shit? Why not accept the fact that she knows someone is following her? Why not take her at her word? She knows how important the husband thingy is, otherwise she wouldn't have moved, so why would she try to sabotage it for no reason?

My wife tells me she saw weird shit, she saw weird shit. I wasn't there, so who am I to judge?

When the old world and the new collide:

Feeding the wood stove earlier, and the fire set slipped. Had to grab a burning log to keep it from falling out, and burned the fingerprint off my finger. My phone doesn't recognize my finger now to open.

Where has this been my whole life?

This beautiful invention dates back to 1840