Today on Darwinism.... My hometown government just had to requests that people stop paragliding and hang gliding over the out of control forest fire by the town so that they can continue to do active helicopter fire fighting?!?
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43°14'32.4"S 148°00'11.3"E
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hey sleuths do any of y'all have the picture on hand from one of their videos where you can see their gaming channel bookshelf in the background? like, the one we used to figure out that they got sent the couple date night game?
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"chimney got kidnapped", "chimney is hurt", "chimney got taken hostage"
those dumbasses got drunk and left chimney on the roof.
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Here's the Copter and Reel (my personal nickname for the boat)
also a little bit more of a solid example on what construct/mechanical shapes look like (they can get VERY out there when it comes to biology/physical appearance)
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both of these two rely more on body language to get their moods across, since they tend to keep their mouths shut and sealed away for... obvious fucked up mouth reasons, and construct and mechanical shapes having the tendency to have certain expressions be their default resting face.
Reel constantly has thousand-yard stare bc of the way their eyes are- they are genuinely looking at things and focusing, you just can't tell. it can both be silly and really off-putting at the same time.
both are mobile, if awkward outside of their 'comfort element' air for 'Copter and water for Reel, but they can move around fairly comfortably, if slowly, on the ground.
Mechanical shapes are prone to huff out steam or smoke if they start getting heated, both emotionally and physically.
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lucy actually is god's strongest solider because if i had to say "the entire 118 is down" roughly a year after saying "mayday captain nash is down" i would simply jump out of the helicopter
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For a few years when I was young my dad and I would go on what we called "bagel walks" early every Sunday.
We'd leave my mom and sister at home--my sister was kind of too little and annoying, and my mom wasn't interested. Though I've always been very much Mommy's Girl (sigh), the side of me that approaches the word with a certain type of romanticism and a love for curiosity and learning for curiosity and learning's sake, comes from my dad, so this makes sense.
We followed the same routine--leave and go to the deli across the street and get two mini cartons of orange juice, and then walk to the bagel store a few blocks away to get two plain bagels with scallion cream cheese. Sometimes the bagel store was closed and we'd have to get them at the deli, but those were the Inferior Bagels. Then we'd walk a couple blocks down to these benches here, where we'd settle in:
From these benches we'd have a perfect view of the buildings of the financial district. I'm sitting here right now, and it looks like this:
Of course it looked somewhat different then! For example, I'm old so the twin towers were still there 🫢😳. Tbh, even though they built a new building there, the huge blue one in the middle in the back, the skyline still looks like it has a hole in it? Anyway, my dad worked in one of these buildings and so every week I'd ask him about all of them. Who works in it, where is it, what are the little buildings you can see on the waterfront, etc. I think sometimes he'd quiz me on them. We'd watch the boats and the ferry and the helicopters at the landing pad thing right across. I was always disappointed to walk back home. One time at school we got an assignment to make a kids' picture book, and I did one called "Bagel Walks."
Why am I writing this? Idk? I'm walking here and it's a beautiful day with almost no humidity (unheard of in late July) and I'm just thinking. One of my assignments is to re-frame my childhood. I wasn't in the danger my brain thought it was. I'm not sure if this little tradition would attach itself in the same way to the mind of an adult. I'm so glad it was like that then, and so glad I have these memories, and so glad that so much has changed for me and around me but I can still sit here where I did years ago. With a huge iced coffee and tragic gluten issues and I don't like orange juice, sure. But still.
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trying to brainstorm a new drag name!! currently my persona is named Retro Viral and he's an online pick-up artist instagram streamer who has been dumped by hundreds (possibly thousands) of women. also a faux nepo baby who lives exclusively on a stolen yacht. suggestions welcome
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