e-102:

ak-47 knocked my fork out of my bowl of rice while i was talking on the phone to a doctor. she did it again while i was typing this post

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e-102:

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Avtomat Kalashnikova

thenewborndeity:

@identifying-guns-in-posts

identifying-guns-in-posts:

Very funny. This is clearly just someone’s cat–

Wait. Zoom in. Enhance. Ahhh, I see now.

AK-47 Type 1 (based on Avtomat Kalashnikova pattern, chambered in 7.62x39mm)

You can tell it’s a Type 1 (one of the original production models of the classic AK-47) by the following traits:

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Some people believe that the AK-47’s loose tolerances make it more resilient to malfunction if it gets dirty, which isn’t really all that true. It is, however, a firearm that functions fairly well on very little maintenance.

Which, that’s impossible for a cat, of course. So definitely a gun and not a cat.

e-102:

hey nice work! we were just about to go rob a bank with her

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absolute-immunities:

ever since I learned about the “turned comma,” the rotated comma type that typographers once used as a superscript “c,” Michael G. Collins, M‘Culloch and the Turned Comma12 Green Bag 2d 265 (2009), I can’t help but notice when people get it wrong

Justice Kagan, for example, got it wrong in Kahler v. Kansas, No. 18-6135, slip op. at 2 (U.S. March 23, 2020):

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but it’s actually M‘Naghten’s Case (1843) 10 Cl. & Fin. 200, 8 Eng. Rep. 718 (HL), as the report reveals:

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word processors can’t rotate type, but we could approximate the “turned comma” much better if we used a single open quotation mark (‘) instead of an apostrophe (’), as Justice Kagan does here

or we could just use “c,” as we do for McCulloch v. Maryland17 U.S. (4 Wheat.) 316 (1819), even though the report reads:

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curlicuecal:

curlicuecal:

Hermit crab, but it’s a soul that moves to bigger and bigger discarded bodies as it grows

why’re y’all leaving all the good stuff in the comments

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blazingdarkness:

feluka:

i insist that the loud noise is the one thing that separated vacuuming from being best sensory experience possible to the worst sensory experience possible. imagine vacuuming if it’s completely silent. it would be so much fun it feels like a beast on a leash swallowing up everything in its way indiscriminately it’s so awesome

get ye a mechanical sweeper

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it works without any batteries or electricity; it’s just a little flippy cylinder wheel that pushes dust and garbage into the little side containers, but for that it works remarkably well; I was pretty surprised at how big some of the stuff it picked up was

we use them to sweep the carpeted dining hall at work and they’re pretty fantastic for that although they don’t work well on tile and you’ve got to empty the traps decently often for maximum effectiveness; I don’t know how well it works for house floorjunk as opposed to dining hall floorjunk


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seat-safety-switch:

If you believe the news, these days, it’s never been easier to get murdered. Everyone is waiting to snuff you out. Even suburbs are roiling apocalyptic zones that mandate you buy a very expensive security system and an up-armoured luxury SUV. A road trip is completely out of the question. After all, who knows what kind of whackos are out there?

To answer this question, we became those whackos. No, we didn’t serial kill, or even parallel kill anyone. What we did was load up the old ‘72 Toyota Crown wagon with a bunch of spare oil and parts and hit the road. We wanted to figure out if the world really was all that dangerous, and to prove it, we stayed at only the sketchiest bed and breakfasts across New England.

Things got off to a bad start. You see, the coterie of folks that I usually travel with are not exactly the most refined individuals. Because a lot of us were raised entirely by junkyards and our parents’ respective parole officers (thanks Joerg) we have trouble “fitting into” the conventional structure of society. That wouldn’t stop a serial killer, of course, who would surely prey on at least one of our group as we slept soundly inside Maryland’s least rat-infested rustic cabin.

No such luck. In fact, it turns out that the proprietors were afraid of us. They had been conditioned by the news, you see, and spent the entire night sleeping in shifts, wondering when we would burst through their bedroom door, looking for jewelry that we could hock for money to afford a Holley carburetor rebuild kit. Little did they know that the Crown was in fact running a diesel engine out of a Cuban grey-market lawn tractor, and also that we had no intention of ruining the experiment by trying to cause trouble.

That first morning, we parted, each group wary of the other. The experiment could not continue: it was likely that we would encounter the same problem the entire way up the Old Bay Expressway. We knew what had to happen next. After driving at high speed, we arrived at the local TV station, barely shaven and ready to pitch our new fear-based “action news” program. The audience would surely believe ridiculous lies coming from disgusting dirtbags like ourselves, our crude language and 10w40-stained visages lending our dire warnings extra authenticity.

“Folks,” I began, in my most folksy voice, “you gotta get rid of any old Mopar parts you have on your property. They were made by sleeper-agent Communist agitators working with the Y2K bug. Send them to me for destruction.”


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sigmaleph:

philosophically i’m against abusing the drawbacks systems in rpgs by looking for drawbacks that don’t actually impair you but the temptation is so strong sometimes. yeah my character is anosmic and ageusic. yeah this is enough to buy me a +4 to every social interaction roll.


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sigmaleph:

chongoblog:

vacuously-true:

We need a president who is a tumblrina btw. I think that would fix us. Both the US and Tumblr.

But then how would they respond if someone tells them they like their shoelaces?

try and take them


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