And the side project authored by Chuck Tingle:
- Pounded in the Ass by a Truck into an Alternate Dimension
An early bird in the hand gets the low hanging fruit in the bush.
And the side project authored by Chuck Tingle:
That Kentucky Jelly tastes like shit and goes straight through you though. 6/10 at best.
No time like the present to get involved with something like a Community Emergency Response Team or its local equivalent. FEMA has manuals and other training materials available online which address the matter of chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear and explosive (CBRNE; sometimes just CBRN or NBC depending on agency or publication date) incidents. Won’t make you an expert on yield estimation or fallout mapping but there is information which may be useful for improving individual and community resilience.
Personally, I think the likelihood of getting nuked is low and it’s much more likely that a CERT volunteer will be called upon to assist in natural disasters or major accidents to relieve the burden on professional crews. Where I live, teams have been employed to assist in redirecting traffic around areas with downed power lines or, in one case somewhat recently, a significant natural gas leak. Firefighters and other specialists establish a safe perimeter before handing off the site to volunteers so they can respond to other incidents throughout the city while repair crews work down their list of priorities.
Long comment short: building useful skills and relationships before shit meets fan means less scrambling to figure it out on that day and there are real, practical applications for that knowledge beyond LARPing with Jim-Bob’s moron militia.
“Kiss your ass goodbye” for those who left their Ovaltine decoder ring at home.
Meanwhile, the Beekreeper escapes the scene unnoticed and prepares to summon its apian horde elsewhere.
A little surprised but I know we don’t have a monopoly on dipshittery here in the land of pickup trucks with pink rubber scrotums flapping in the wind. Just seems that way sometimes.
They’ve got a tiny scrap of power and by god, they intend to use it! More enjoyable than going to therapy for the abuse they suffered as children.
Some girl reported me (a boy) for apparently having a mascara. Our teacher then searched my bag, as if it was a grenade.
Which of the former(?) Confederate states did this happen in? Sounds like a grenade might have been okay with them if you’d had one, they’re manly enough.
Sounds like you did the right thing. Advocates for anti-truth don’t deserve to be treated nicely.
Next time I’m feeling useless, I’ll remember that it’s somebody’s job to blur out blue jeans for North Korean television. Sucks that a frame of the forbidden fabric could land multiple generations of their family in prison for life though, bit of a downer.
You’ve already given the plan more thought than the discount Karl Wallenda featured in this article.
Article without the [pay | login] wall here.
How else do you expect them to Lebens without that raum?
I can’t decide whether “Asbestos industry lobbyist, 1970(ish)-2024” is like mesothelioma for one’s resume or a sign to prospective future employers that they’ll keep up the fight for the almighty dollar until the last dying gasp of their cause is extinguished. Either way, that’s a bunch of carcinogenic old garbage heading for retirement.
It’s working fine (according to their own self-assigned ratings).
A fellow Ultron user in the wild, #1 hacker and cyber-thief browser on the web. How’s your Adobe Reader?
Great, thank you for your research but do you have any audiophile jazz salt?
Seems like the kind of thing a person does when they understand technology well enough to use it badly but don’t recognize that it’s ineffective against anyone willing to type “enable right click” into their search engine of choice.
How much do you want to bet that they didn’t write the JavaScript for that message and it’s just been copied and edited? Probably even right-clicked to do it, the scalawag.
Gotta find some way to hide all the priests that the churches couldn’t protect when they got caught preying.
“Nobody wants to parkour their way through our application obstacle course for (a chance at) a probationary position with shit pay and no benefits that we can yank away at any time because we don’t like the color of tie they wore during our mandatory unpaid off-hours team building event.”