While LinkedIn’s corporate culture may embrace history’s arrow, when their HQ was across the street from my last cubical job in Mountain View their parking lot had more flashy expensive sports cars than the many Google lots did all around us all put together
Likely that’s just “Gurgle only hires cheap new grads and burns them out before their options vest” vs. “of course the nomenclature has dachas, comrade”, but it could be both.
Roman helmet guy’s meme was funny, but I was recently reading that the response in Britain to the black death was close to that. They discovered that peasants and tradesmen could barter for higher wages, so they banned them from leaving their towns. Then they set wage controls and made it illegal to pay them more than that or even try to give them non-monetary benefits as an incentive. Eventually they banned them from wearing good clothes and colors other than gray.
Imagine their surprise when a few centuries later, the peasants discovered they could travel to the dangerous, primitive North America, many as indentured servants to pay for the voyage, and eventually turned it into a land of unheard of prosperity and a military powerhouse that bestrode the world.
You keep saying, “No kings!” but I don’t think you know what those words mean.
The tradition in my house is that the cats get their ration (or tot) of treats AFTER my coffee has started brewing. At this point it has essentially become a Pavlovian reaction. I start the grinder, they come running from wherever they are and sit watching me finish the process, occasionally impeding it by winding through my feet. Once I hit the buttons on the coffee maker and it starts its gurgle, the bedlam of the pitiful begging/intimidation begins. I’ll be honest, it is not clear whether I have trained them to wait until the coffee has started or they have trained me to provide treats as I prep my coffee. In any case, it is a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship. If my wife goes into the corner with the coffee maker to say, toast an english muffin or make hot water in her kettle for tea, they become irate because no treats are forthcoming. Cats are FAR more observant/intelligent than science gives them credit for. Honestly I think they are sandbagging on any intelligence tests they are given.
I am just going to note here that it is bothering me in the “1975 was 50 years ago” meme the ”i” in “minding” does not have its overhead dot. The “j” prior has one, so it’s not a no-dots thing.
I saw a priceless youtube skit, middle-aged cashier is carding some kid wanting to buy wine, looks at the license and realizes that 2005 was 21 years ago. Just kind of rubs his head and sadly wraps up the bottle…
Bubba Yaga’s dancing single-wide (snerk) That’s a hoot! 🤣
Got a better idea for failing schools. Fire all the bureaucrats and free the teachers from the ‘education’ union.
Don’t spill the slutty olive oil on your promiscuous wool coat. 😁
Democrats worse than Nazis…not saying it’s necessarily so, but it’s a conversation we need to have. 🤔
I heard about a guy who got a ticket for parking his Harley in a handicap space. In court, he took his leg off and plunked it down on the table.
I’ll raise my hand for Nick Shirley!
That’s right, treating everybody the same is racist, but establishing different rules, that change on a daily basis, for every racial group and sub-group is not. ☹️
I didn’t have occasion to note how disabled parking permitage is set up in other states, but in Oregon, there are 3 options:
1) Temporary (red) tag. Lasts up to 6 months. Hangs from a mirror, though modern mirrors make that awkward. I used a loop of 550 cord and hung that on the mirror and the tag on the cord. Needs a doc’s signoff, which has been easy to get.
2) Permanent disabled tag. As above, unknown (to me) duration, similar to the temp, but in blue.
3) Disabled license plate. At least for 4 wheel vehicles, there’s a ‘D’ prefix. Haven’t seen any motorcycle equivalent.
The tags were handy, since I had more than one vehicle I could take to town. OR-DMV has been quite cooperative in issuing them; on one occasion, there was a45 minute wait, and I limped up to a clerk. She took a look and cut the tag right away. Nobody complained. Similarly helpful when $SPOUSE got one (during Covidiocy) the day of my procedure. (So far, it’s the most helpful DMV I’ve encountered in 3 states, with California getting the 21 migraine salute for worst.)
Remember the online discussion persuading a mother to get a disabled tag for her daughter with spina bifida. Pointing out that it doesn’t have to be the driver.
The blue mirror version is handy when you are driving personal vehicle with someone with the tag who doesn’t drive. Not that there are generally unused handicapped parking available.
Zahn’s point is also seen the book Candide. “Weren’t you disemboweled in Paraguay?” “Yes, but those things are not always fatal!”
On the other hand, Jack McDevitt will kill a supporting character you like. Example when Pricilla’s boyfriend George gets killed by monster crab like thing in The Engines of God.
Lowered the stakes (into holes in the ground), raised the stakes (upright with the pointy end up), or drove his point(s) home (illustration deleted), he certainly got his point across…
Re. France and Britain, it’s actually worse than that. The present joke of a “Government” wants to rejoin the EU (never mind the referendum), which somehow means all the fish belong to Spain.
“I’m going to concentrate on securing this location,” Agent Watkins said. “That kid Erwin is still doing his meditation, Perkins is covering him. What kind of things am I looking for as threats here?”
“Demons,” said Nammu. “If you see something too pretty or too horrible to be real, shoot it.”
“Too pretty?” he asked in surprise.
“Beauty can be a weapon,” Nammu assured him. “Be wary.”
“You mean like that?” said Watkins pointing his machine gun at a shimmer forming just outside the circle on the road. An elf woman walked out of it. She possessed an ethereal beauty so profound that even forewarned, Watkins hesitated. She was dressed like a queen in embroidered silks and gossamer scarves, glowing in the sun. She had a sword in one hand and an oriental-style fan in the other. Her expression was one of disdain and distaste, as if what she was doing was all very tiresome and beneath her. Behind her came another skeletal demon, which broke the spell. He fired a three-round burst at the demon, which the beautiful woman blocked impatiently with her fan. An impossible movement done so fast he couldn’t track it.
“As I expected,” said Nammu with satisfaction, taking up her fighting stick. “Try it now, Agent Watkins.”
Watkins was pissed. Robots, aliens, werewolves, and now magic elves? “FBI!!! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!!!” he roared at her. When she lifted the sword and began her move to the attack, he fired a burst at her center of mass. The three rounds struck home and her expression changed from disdainful to surprised and then shocked as the block she attempted didn’t succeed. She tried to scream but her lungs and diaphragm were shredded. She fell on her face straining for breath as her body expelled bullet fragments and tried to knit back together.
The demon let the gate collapse and rushed them faster than Watkins could shift his aim. It ran full speed into the barrier Erwin’s meditation was keeping up. It struck the invisible circle like a cat hitting a glass door, flattened against it and went on fire. It scrabbled against the surface trying to get away, but it was stuck. In a moment it was vaporized, nothing but a cloud of rapidly dissipating soot.
“Finally, my enemy is here,” said Nammu with satisfaction. “Come, Agent Watkins. You and I will step on her neck. Do not think we are done yet. She grows back.”
Nammu walked to the edge of the circle and waited for the blood-spattered elf woman to sit up, Watkins two steps behind and to the side, machinegun aimed. “I will accept your unconditional surrender,” said Nammu serenely as the elf spoiled her beauty with a grimace of rage. “You will be wise to accept my offer. It is the best you can hope for.”
The elf surged to her feet and took one step toward them before Watkins shot her in the head. “Grow back from that!” he shouted at her.
“Oh, she will,” Nammu assured him. “But it will hurt, and it will cost her energy she can’t spare. This one is a mundane being. She has many bodies in many locations. Right now, she is having a great deal of trouble with all of them.”
“Why did the other one go on fire like that?” asked Watkins tightly, shifting his aim as the elf woman began to move again.
“Magic,” said Nammu. “It was dragged here from beyond our realm. Erwin sent it back where it came from. Erwin’s circle doesn’t work on this woman, but bullets do.”
“So what then, I stand here and shoot her all afternoon?” demanded Watkins, risking an outraged glance at Nammu. “I don’t like that plan! I didn’t join the FBI to torture women.”
“I know,” said Nammu sadly. “But you must. It is likely no one has contested her will for a long time. Thousands of years. We need to rub it in, as husband George is fond of saying. When she finally draws back instead of advancing, then she will have understood the communication.”
“Shooting her with .308 is barely getting her attention?” he said skeptically. “I’m blowing pieces off!”
“Not the weapon,” said Nammu grimly. “You. A human is knocking her on her face every time she stands up. Once she is clear that you can keep this up for as long as you want, then we will have her attention.”
It took shooting her three more times before she stopped charging their position. To Watkin’s practiced eye she had lost pounds of body fat, burned to heal the massive wounds. “FBI! Drop your weapons!” he shouted again when she slowly stood and backed up a step.
“You dare, mud creature?!” she shouted back at him, incensed at being spoken to by a lowly Human.
“Drop the sword or I will shoot you!” roared Watkins, moving forward aggressively. “Do it now!”
She hesitated, thinking about it. Then she sheathed the sword by her side. Being shot again did not appeal.
Iron only works on demons. (Authorial privilege.) The magic circle was made from orbit with an iron-ion particle beam. The Unseelie each have many bodies (don’t ask about that, we are told that we don’t want to know the details) so if you kill the one in front of you it’s still alive elsewhere. Like the witch that hides her heart in a tree.
In a seemingly unrelated thought, I wondered if it would be theoretically possible to generate a secondary fusion event in Elf Land by firing multiple weapons through multiple gates, using the inertial confinement of air pressure and feeding the temperature at a rate of two megatons per second, per weapon.
OK. It’s a joke; it’s hyperbole. But ##% (doesn’t matter what numbers) of SNAP recipients are illegal aliens has to an unfalsifiable number—no way that can be proved or disproved.
Vague memory says it’s an extrapolation from a* sample examination. One presumes Fed agency X got a list from State Y or City Z, went through the names and looked for citizenship or green cards/valid visas.
In general, percentages are inherently sus in discussions of national politics or policy.
Yes, there is probably a sample that someone did, and a backing it out to the overall aggregate. Backing out to national population is inherently suspect if the known unknown number of criminal aliens is in the tens of millions.
This message is brought to you by the literacy rate, the GDP, and the number 108.
Even if the pure mathematics of statistics is sound, applied mathematics is a different world, and methodology always matters. As does ‘who did the stuff’.
How do you get ‘unfalsifiable’? There are (or damn well should be) records of who is on welfare, records of who are American citizens, and records of legal foreign residents. Anybody on the first list not found on the other two lists is an illegal alien collecting welfare.
If the records of where our tax money is being squandered are not kept properly, that’s a whole ‘nother problem that should be addressed. Recent evidence indicates that it is a pervasive problem in Democrat-ruled areas.
There are (or damn well should be) records of who is on welfare, records of who are American citizens, and records of legal foreign residents.
And all of them have been systematically corrupted for decades. Start with the undeniable fact that the Social Security Number has never been an enforced unique key.
Gee, weren’t there a whole lot of promises made, back when they were trying to get Socialist Stupidity enacted, that “Oh, noes, the government will never use your SSNs for identification! Trust The All-Benevolent Government!”
“SNAP recipients are illegal aliens has to an unfalsifiable number…”
Part of the scandal here is that Certain People have gone to great lengths to ensure there are no records to check or cross-reference.
There’s a reason some states (California!!!) are still running IBM Big Iron from the 1980s and 1990s in their IT departments. The databases of various State organizations and departments can’t be cross-referenced. Turns out this may well be a feature for them, not the bug we’ve all been assuming it was all these years.
But, there is a way to make a complete list. Just go visit every SNAP recipient and ask to see their papers. The savings of eliminating all those cheaters would justify the expense of sending guys around for a chat.
But I can hear the screams of FASCIST!!!!11! from all the exploding head Liberals who lurk here. (Hi Bonnie!!!) Let’s make a distinction between “walking around minding your own business in America with a proper visa in hand” and “scamming money from the poor funds and in the country illegally as well.”
Liberal morons are claiming it’s fascist to arrest foreign criminals stealing bread out of the mouths of America’s poor.
But that’s better than what’s going on in Canada. If you object to foreign criminals here, the cops come around to have a chat with you.
Hantavirus *is* highly dangerous—but it’s not especially transmissible human-to-human. Much closer to the Ebola end (very deadly, but needs direct droplet transmission) than to your standard flu (highly transmissible from shared air.)
It’s the Southwest that has to worry about it the most, and they’ve had to worry about it for decades. Always look up proper cleaning techniques for your area, it could save your life.
According To Hoyt 
I’ll have you know, that GI Joe aircraft carrier was like $120 in 1985, which might as well been $1000
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even my most spoiled cousin didn’t get that one
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Enjoyed them all, but got an extra chuckle from the Neil deGassbag Tiresome one.
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For some reason (i.e. he must pay them a lot for it) LinkedIn keeps sending me email insisting I need to follow Barry Sotoero there for his wisdom.
Yeah, no.
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“From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.”
Obviously your shortage of wisdom is miniscule if they paired you with Mister BS himself. ;-)
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While LinkedIn’s corporate culture may embrace history’s arrow, when their HQ was across the street from my last cubical job in Mountain View their parking lot had more flashy expensive sports cars than the many Google lots did all around us all put together
Likely that’s just “Gurgle only hires cheap new grads and burns them out before their options vest” vs. “of course the nomenclature has dachas, comrade”, but it could be both.
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SFBS!
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Roman helmet guy’s meme was funny, but I was recently reading that the response in Britain to the black death was close to that. They discovered that peasants and tradesmen could barter for higher wages, so they banned them from leaving their towns. Then they set wage controls and made it illegal to pay them more than that or even try to give them non-monetary benefits as an incentive. Eventually they banned them from wearing good clothes and colors other than gray.
Imagine their surprise when a few centuries later, the peasants discovered they could travel to the dangerous, primitive North America, many as indentured servants to pay for the voyage, and eventually turned it into a land of unheard of prosperity and a military powerhouse that bestrode the world.
You keep saying, “No kings!” but I don’t think you know what those words mean.
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They did this all over Europe. it didn’t work.
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details:
https://www.ageofinvention.xyz/p/age-of-invention-the-century-long
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My beloved says the problem with letting Vlad handle it is all the illegals would keep hanging around.
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Vlad had a stake in taking care of Muslim invaders. Cheaper than deportation, and he only had to do it once per person.
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Vlad Tepes had a choice of inventing Western Union or the stakes. To send his message, he chose the stakes.
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I think there was a lot at stake in his decisions.
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Vlad never thought of Western Union; the Post was fine.
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The Romans invented the Post. Vlad just made a point with them.
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Precisely. Vlad stuck with a long-standing messaging tech, and spiked the competition.
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“Could you keep missing the point if I impaled you on it? Let’s see….”
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I honestly thought my beloved was going to get carped, but we are all carpworthy here.
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I would say “sticking around”, but to each their own.
:P
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Cat: “No coffee until you feed me”.
Dragon: “That’s how I lose more cats”.
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The tradition in my house is that the cats get their ration (or tot) of treats AFTER my coffee has started brewing. At this point it has essentially become a Pavlovian reaction. I start the grinder, they come running from wherever they are and sit watching me finish the process, occasionally impeding it by winding through my feet. Once I hit the buttons on the coffee maker and it starts its gurgle, the bedlam of the pitiful begging/intimidation begins. I’ll be honest, it is not clear whether I have trained them to wait until the coffee has started or they have trained me to provide treats as I prep my coffee. In any case, it is a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship. If my wife goes into the corner with the coffee maker to say, toast an english muffin or make hot water in her kettle for tea, they become irate because no treats are forthcoming. Cats are FAR more observant/intelligent than science gives them credit for. Honestly I think they are sandbagging on any intelligence tests they are given.
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Of course, cats are sandbagging any “intelligence tests”. Cats very rarely do what humans want them to do. [Wink]
Off topic, in the second of Barbara Hambly’s Vampire novels, we see that the vampire Ysidro has cats.
It’s interesting that his cats wait outside of his reach when he’s providing them their snacks.
They Know How Dangerous Ysidro can be. [Twisted Grin]
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Need more Vlad the Impaler memes. just saying.
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“non-spinary”
…
BWAhahahaha!!!
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I am just going to note here that it is bothering me in the “1975 was 50 years ago” meme the ”i” in “minding” does not have its overhead dot. The “j” prior has one, so it’s not a no-dots thing.
Where did the dot go?
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Hey, you try keeping track of every little dot for 50 years. 😛
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“1975 was 50 years ago”
I saw a priceless youtube skit, middle-aged cashier is carding some kid wanting to buy wine, looks at the license and realizes that 2005 was 21 years ago. Just kind of rubs his head and sadly wraps up the bottle…
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It doesn’t matter how my birth year ends. Since it starts in 1, I am old enough to buy cough syrup, even the good stuff.
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And on the first one, chicks dig scars, so…
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Ya, but they dig gold more…
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“Labyrinths are awesome!” — Orvan? Comments?
Bubba Yaga’s dancing single-wide (snerk) That’s a hoot! 🤣
Got a better idea for failing schools. Fire all the bureaucrats and free the teachers from the ‘education’ union.
Don’t spill the slutty olive oil on your promiscuous wool coat. 😁
Democrats worse than Nazis…not saying it’s necessarily so, but it’s a conversation we need to have. 🤔
I heard about a guy who got a ticket for parking his Harley in a handicap space. In court, he took his leg off and plunked it down on the table.
I’ll raise my hand for Nick Shirley!
That’s right, treating everybody the same is racist, but establishing different rules, that change on a daily basis, for every racial group and sub-group is not. ☹️
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Moo!
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I didn’t have occasion to note how disabled parking permitage is set up in other states, but in Oregon, there are 3 options:
1) Temporary (red) tag. Lasts up to 6 months. Hangs from a mirror, though modern mirrors make that awkward. I used a loop of 550 cord and hung that on the mirror and the tag on the cord. Needs a doc’s signoff, which has been easy to get.
2) Permanent disabled tag. As above, unknown (to me) duration, similar to the temp, but in blue.
3) Disabled license plate. At least for 4 wheel vehicles, there’s a ‘D’ prefix. Haven’t seen any motorcycle equivalent.
The tags were handy, since I had more than one vehicle I could take to town. OR-DMV has been quite cooperative in issuing them; on one occasion, there was a45 minute wait, and I limped up to a clerk. She took a look and cut the tag right away. Nobody complained. Similarly helpful when $SPOUSE got one (during Covidiocy) the day of my procedure. (So far, it’s the most helpful DMV I’ve encountered in 3 states, with California getting the 21 migraine salute for worst.)
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Remember the online discussion persuading a mother to get a disabled tag for her daughter with spina bifida. Pointing out that it doesn’t have to be the driver.
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Particularly if it is for a van with a lift or similar to handle a wheel chair.
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Nah, this was just for the parking space.
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The blue mirror version is handy when you are driving personal vehicle with someone with the tag who doesn’t drive. Not that there are generally unused handicapped parking available.
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Zahn’s point is also seen the book Candide. “Weren’t you disemboweled in Paraguay?” “Yes, but those things are not always fatal!”
On the other hand, Jack McDevitt will kill a supporting character you like. Example when Pricilla’s boyfriend George gets killed by monster crab like thing in The Engines of God.
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“He got better!” 🤣
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Also, in 1975 I was 25; suddenly, …
Made it to my chair. Sometimes that’s the whole day.
Armor: at least her boots don’t have high heels!
Agreed, the stakes are pretty high when we bring in Vlad.
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One could argue that Vlad lowered the stakes for everyone who wasn’t an Islamic invader.
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Lowered the stakes (into holes in the ground), raised the stakes (upright with the pointy end up), or drove his point(s) home (illustration deleted), he certainly got his point across…
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Re: High Heels. She’s not in a South Korean game, I guess. ;-)
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Re. France and Britain, it’s actually worse than that. The present joke of a “Government” wants to rejoin the EU (never mind the referendum), which somehow means all the fish belong to Spain.
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Can we just call it Frittian now?”
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“Caliphate of Avalonistan”
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All of the womenfolk here asked for copies of the May Challenge.
I hope that none of you Vlad punsters live too close to me. Sarah’s not been feeling well lately; her aim with the carpapult might be somewhat off.
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Aim is overrated when you respond with sufficient volume of fire.
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That’s what I’m rather afraid of…
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“Is that a furry thing?”
hee hee hee XD
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Timothy Zahn has my take on characters. I want my escapism to have Daring Escapes From peril, not death!
Dealing with the Fae. Including the fact they may be Angry and decide you’ll do as a target….
Now that’s coffee!
…I am this close to saying, Vlad, you go ahead and handle it. This close.
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To be sure, you do need the rhetoric chops to convince the readers that the peril is real, or it grows humdrum.
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That might help to explain why his Star Wars novels consistantly hit the highest sales numbers out of any of the authors who wrote for that franchise.
He “got it”, to a degree that many other authors did not.
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“Dealing with the Fae.”
Ah yes, the Unseelie. Disgraceful.
“I’m going to concentrate on securing this location,” Agent Watkins said. “That kid Erwin is still doing his meditation, Perkins is covering him. What kind of things am I looking for as threats here?”
“Demons,” said Nammu. “If you see something too pretty or too horrible to be real, shoot it.”
“Too pretty?” he asked in surprise.
“Beauty can be a weapon,” Nammu assured him. “Be wary.”
“You mean like that?” said Watkins pointing his machine gun at a shimmer forming just outside the circle on the road. An elf woman walked out of it. She possessed an ethereal beauty so profound that even forewarned, Watkins hesitated. She was dressed like a queen in embroidered silks and gossamer scarves, glowing in the sun. She had a sword in one hand and an oriental-style fan in the other. Her expression was one of disdain and distaste, as if what she was doing was all very tiresome and beneath her. Behind her came another skeletal demon, which broke the spell. He fired a three-round burst at the demon, which the beautiful woman blocked impatiently with her fan. An impossible movement done so fast he couldn’t track it.
“As I expected,” said Nammu with satisfaction, taking up her fighting stick. “Try it now, Agent Watkins.”
Watkins was pissed. Robots, aliens, werewolves, and now magic elves? “FBI!!! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!!!” he roared at her. When she lifted the sword and began her move to the attack, he fired a burst at her center of mass. The three rounds struck home and her expression changed from disdainful to surprised and then shocked as the block she attempted didn’t succeed. She tried to scream but her lungs and diaphragm were shredded. She fell on her face straining for breath as her body expelled bullet fragments and tried to knit back together.
The demon let the gate collapse and rushed them faster than Watkins could shift his aim. It ran full speed into the barrier Erwin’s meditation was keeping up. It struck the invisible circle like a cat hitting a glass door, flattened against it and went on fire. It scrabbled against the surface trying to get away, but it was stuck. In a moment it was vaporized, nothing but a cloud of rapidly dissipating soot.
“Finally, my enemy is here,” said Nammu with satisfaction. “Come, Agent Watkins. You and I will step on her neck. Do not think we are done yet. She grows back.”
Nammu walked to the edge of the circle and waited for the blood-spattered elf woman to sit up, Watkins two steps behind and to the side, machinegun aimed. “I will accept your unconditional surrender,” said Nammu serenely as the elf spoiled her beauty with a grimace of rage. “You will be wise to accept my offer. It is the best you can hope for.”
The elf surged to her feet and took one step toward them before Watkins shot her in the head. “Grow back from that!” he shouted at her.
“Oh, she will,” Nammu assured him. “But it will hurt, and it will cost her energy she can’t spare. This one is a mundane being. She has many bodies in many locations. Right now, she is having a great deal of trouble with all of them.”
“Why did the other one go on fire like that?” asked Watkins tightly, shifting his aim as the elf woman began to move again.
“Magic,” said Nammu. “It was dragged here from beyond our realm. Erwin sent it back where it came from. Erwin’s circle doesn’t work on this woman, but bullets do.”
“So what then, I stand here and shoot her all afternoon?” demanded Watkins, risking an outraged glance at Nammu. “I don’t like that plan! I didn’t join the FBI to torture women.”
“I know,” said Nammu sadly. “But you must. It is likely no one has contested her will for a long time. Thousands of years. We need to rub it in, as husband George is fond of saying. When she finally draws back instead of advancing, then she will have understood the communication.”
“Shooting her with .308 is barely getting her attention?” he said skeptically. “I’m blowing pieces off!”
“Not the weapon,” said Nammu grimly. “You. A human is knocking her on her face every time she stands up. Once she is clear that you can keep this up for as long as you want, then we will have her attention.”
It took shooting her three more times before she stopped charging their position. To Watkin’s practiced eye she had lost pounds of body fat, burned to heal the massive wounds. “FBI! Drop your weapons!” he shouted again when she slowly stood and backed up a step.
“You dare, mud creature?!” she shouted back at him, incensed at being spoken to by a lowly Human.
“Drop the sword or I will shoot you!” roared Watkins, moving forward aggressively. “Do it now!”
She hesitated, thinking about it. Then she sheathed the sword by her side. Being shot again did not appeal.
That’s how you deal with those guys.
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Did Nammu at least advise them to use steel-jacketed bullets?
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Iron only works on demons. (Authorial privilege.) The magic circle was made from orbit with an iron-ion particle beam. The Unseelie each have many bodies (don’t ask about that, we are told that we don’t want to know the details) so if you kill the one in front of you it’s still alive elsewhere. Like the witch that hides her heart in a tree.
In a seemingly unrelated thought, I wondered if it would be theoretically possible to generate a secondary fusion event in Elf Land by firing multiple weapons through multiple gates, using the inertial confinement of air pressure and feeding the temperature at a rate of two megatons per second, per weapon.
Handwavium says yes. ~:D
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Sigh.
OK. It’s a joke; it’s hyperbole. But ##% (doesn’t matter what numbers) of SNAP recipients are illegal aliens has to an unfalsifiable number—no way that can be proved or disproved.
Can it?
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Vague memory says it’s an extrapolation from a* sample examination. One presumes Fed agency X got a list from State Y or City Z, went through the names and looked for citizenship or green cards/valid visas.
(*) Might have been more than one sample.
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Doesn’t matter if they’ve got green cards or visas, if they’re leeching on welfare they should be sent back.
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Agreed. “But they’re leeeeeeeeeeeegal!” Arggh.
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In general, percentages are inherently sus in discussions of national politics or policy.
Yes, there is probably a sample that someone did, and a backing it out to the overall aggregate. Backing out to national population is inherently suspect if the known unknown number of criminal aliens is in the tens of millions.
This message is brought to you by the literacy rate, the GDP, and the number 108.
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What is proof?
What is evidence?
How much do you even buy statistics?
Even if the pure mathematics of statistics is sound, applied mathematics is a different world, and methodology always matters. As does ‘who did the stuff’.
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How do you get ‘unfalsifiable’? There are (or damn well should be) records of who is on welfare, records of who are American citizens, and records of legal foreign residents. Anybody on the first list not found on the other two lists is an illegal alien collecting welfare.
If the records of where our tax money is being squandered are not kept properly, that’s a whole ‘nother problem that should be addressed. Recent evidence indicates that it is a pervasive problem in Democrat-ruled areas.
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And all of them have been systematically corrupted for decades. Start with the undeniable fact that the Social Security Number has never been an enforced unique key.
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Gee, weren’t there a whole lot of promises made, back when they were trying to get Socialist Stupidity enacted, that “Oh, noes, the government will never use your SSNs for identification! Trust The All-Benevolent Government!”
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I made the (ridiculous) assumption that it was based on asking the recipients themselves.
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“SNAP recipients are illegal aliens has to an unfalsifiable number…”
Part of the scandal here is that Certain People have gone to great lengths to ensure there are no records to check or cross-reference.
There’s a reason some states (California!!!) are still running IBM Big Iron from the 1980s and 1990s in their IT departments. The databases of various State organizations and departments can’t be cross-referenced. Turns out this may well be a feature for them, not the bug we’ve all been assuming it was all these years.
But, there is a way to make a complete list. Just go visit every SNAP recipient and ask to see their papers. The savings of eliminating all those cheaters would justify the expense of sending guys around for a chat.
But I can hear the screams of FASCIST!!!!11! from all the exploding head Liberals who lurk here. (Hi Bonnie!!!) Let’s make a distinction between “walking around minding your own business in America with a proper visa in hand” and “scamming money from the poor funds and in the country illegally as well.”
Liberal morons are claiming it’s fascist to arrest foreign criminals stealing bread out of the mouths of America’s poor.
But that’s better than what’s going on in Canada. If you object to foreign criminals here, the cops come around to have a chat with you.
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Are you familiar? Blackberry Smoke
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Hantavirus *is* highly dangerous—but it’s not especially transmissible human-to-human. Much closer to the Ebola end (very deadly, but needs direct droplet transmission) than to your standard flu (highly transmissible from shared air.)
It’s the Southwest that has to worry about it the most, and they’ve had to worry about it for decades. Always look up proper cleaning techniques for your area, it could save your life.
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Happy Mother’s Day, Sarah…..
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Apparently png files don’t automatically display.
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Re “What causes most problems in Greek mythology”
Seems some doubt that he was impeded by pants
https://thechictribe.com/what-clothes-did-zeus-wear/
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