If I saw a cryptid that had minimal (at best) evidence of its existence, I wouldn't be casually documenting its unexpected appearance saying "... elusive creature, now it just squatted down...".

There'd be a lot more "HOLY FUCK! EVERYONE, LOOK! IT'S A FUCKING SASQUATCH! STOP THE TRAIN! PULL THE CORD! THIS IS FUCKING MONUMENTAL! IT'S AN ELUSIVE CREATURE! NOW IT JUST SQUATTED DOWN!"

Hang on. Maybe it's just a tone-of-voice thing. I take it back.

I don't understand republicans. Trying to stop the killing of unborn children because the mom finds "it" inconvenient is nonsense .

Woman should be able to kill their child for any reason. Let the DR snip the limbs off, the spinal cord and puree the child in the womb. After all it just a blob isn't it?

Let's stick with the one I know better...California.
Damn right I would like every state to have a >$76BILLION budget surplus, (we could use an extra $4.5 Trillion per year in America) an economy that's the 5th largest in the world, a producer of up to 1/3 of the food America can eat, centers for high tech advancement, free health care for the poor....

In what way is Texas beating California....not in freedom, not economy, not health, not infrastructure....pretty much just in fake unconstitutional religious Puritanism as the law and the percentage of illegal immigrants. In California illegal immigrants make up 5.6% of our population, in Texas where they spend billions to fight it it's 5.7%.

First, all the Texans who fled the state have to move home. I'm one...and you'll have to kidnap me at gunpoint to get me back in that third world state. Fuck that oven roasted shithole.

Lastly, abortion is not murder legally, by the definitions of the words, rationally, historically, morally, religiously, or in any way. To be alive you must first be born, you cannot murder that which was never alive. Until the cord is cut, it's a growth inside the mother entirely supported by her body....a tumor. You can't murder a tumor, if you think you can, go protest the nearest cancer center and leave pregnant women alone.

wonder what the 'industry' thinks in this regard. also leery about how the 'Nannie state' believers would consider this: Nannie over nuthin' or nothing Nannie about unnecessary risks?

it is disturbing. just the tangle of extension cord thing shows how institutionalized this fear, or known risk, has been installed into the public. would reasonably assume this is traceable to having been taught in schools. echoed also in many ads, manuals, etc. although have difficulty understanding why putting inexpensive safeguards would be a bad thing?

but have always believed it's easier to change systems than people. am joining the Nanny crowd.

[also think BSR's advice is worth noting. maybe when the speaker starts in w/the technical jargon, a smaller window opens with a 'normal' person translating the message. i.e. "wire gets damn hot" or "could shock the crap outta yah". maybe not so perfectly clear, but succinct and truthful.]

PUT A DAMN BUNGEE CORD ON THAT BACK HATCH AND GO!!!!

Citation needed*

Your spine is designed to move forward and backwards, not violently but still the mechanics allow for it. When it starts doing the same sideways, particularly in the neck as shown in this video is when you slip discs, fracture verts, pinch the cord, etc.

With ya. Was trying to figure if they were stacking the bodies like cord-wood or where they head to feet. Odd comparison. Now, by mass... that'd be interesting.

it was bleh. a bit crass humor.
yogurt was hilarious.
but i liked zima blue the most. very philosophical and struct a cord with me.

but this lucky13 has one of the most realistic cgi of any episode..or i think of any cgi i've ever watched.

The yt info is:

Le projet le plus fou de l'été !
Le premier tourniquet tracté par des bœufs en plein milieu d'un lac. Les règles du jeu sont simples sur ce drôle de manège : qui tiendra le plus longtemps !?
Grâce à un système de déclenchement fait avec 2 mousquetons de largage, dès qu'une personne lâche, la corde glisse et l'autre est automatiquement larguée. Au final, la force centrifuge était telle que personne n'a réussi à tenir au delà des 30/35 km/h !

The craziest project of the summer!
The first ever roundabout (literally turnstile, means something like the rotating swings in children's playgrounds) towed by oxen in the middle of a lake. The rules are simple on this amusing ride: Who will hold on for the longest!?
Thanks to a trigger system made with 2 release carabiners, as soon as a person lets go the other is automatically released.
In the end, the centrifugal force was such that nobody managed to hold on beyond 30/35km/h (approx 20mph in U.S. measures).

Having sung in a choir for a few years this really struck a cord with me.

Maybe in the extreme literal sense, but they are most definitely appreciating and enjoying the music. And if you've always been without hearing, then what's the difference? This is just what music is for you.

When I go to a show like this the part I love best is feeling my rib cage resonate with the cords. The feeling that the drums are over riding my own heart beat. Losing myself in the energy of the crowd and the spectacle of it all. Even when my ears aren't enjoying the show so much I always love that physical feeling of heavy sound moving you.

what's so brave about it? You do realize that you don't tie the bungee cord to your willy?

That's the worst time, the inevitable second act dilemma, of PC building.

You can budget in the expectation of how long it takes to do the housekeeping stuff. Loading the OS, essential programs, personal preferences - the games themselves...but there's often that one random thing.

I built a nice medium-range game PC with someone else recently, my building partner was so excited. It's amazing how much of a bond that creates between people, or how it can strengthen a relationship. Not just for building PC's specifically, but for sharing something and having that moment of realization of how cool that thing shared really is.

I felt more pissed off than anything for a brief moment during the boot up, when the display seemed to shutdown startup before anything really happened. Luckily, I'd paid attention enough when researching the GPU and eventually remembered someone mentioning there was a button on the card itself that controls the LED lights on it, pressing it seemed to clear whatever was blocking the startup processes for the card.

There was definitely a soul-crushing few hours of doubt and agony before I remembered that detail. During that time, I stared at the clean interior of the fully assembled build, having had a hard enough time getting the cords to fit and wondering if something minor and imperceptible had wiggled loose, wondering if I would go mad.

Having someone else depending on the solution was another intense emotion heightening element. I'd done my best to prime for this likelihood. I'd shared stories of problems I'd had on previous builds, the random thing that went wrong. I stressed the fact that the computer had always, eventually, got built.

It's a good, stinging bit of humility for me. Even when I try to minimize problems and anticipate potential issues, I'll still miss something as obvious as a big button right in front of my face.

Dont worry he'll go and spend weeks fiddling around with drills and chemicals and bungee cords instead of shooting at it from the ground.