Wish we had access to flashbacks or just a few stories of Jeralt raising Byleth in the game. He’s a great dad character, it’s a shame we don’t see more of their bond. So I took emends with my own hands! >8D
Today in ‘guess we didn’t learn anything as a species’, someone’s 3D-printed the throat of an Egyptian priest to see what his voice sounded like. The cute thing is that in doing so, they actually fulfilled his wish - as indicated on his sarcophagus. The less cute thing is do we want to accidentally raise a 5000-yo demon? Because that’s how you raise a 5000-yo demon.
Putting aside the joke that “it’s old and Egyptian therefore it must be evil”, this is amazing:
It is believed to be the first project of its kind to successfully recreate the voice of a dead person through artificial means. In the future, the researchers hope to use computer models to recreate full sentences in Nesyamun’s voice.
“Archaeology professor John Schofield, also of the University of York,
told the BBC it was Nesyamun’s “express wish” to be heard in the
afterlife, which was part of his religious belief system.
“It’s
actually written on his coffin - it was what he wanted,” Prof Schofield
said. “In a way, we’ve managed to make that wish come true.““
This is amazing!!! And mind-boggling! I just… wow!
in case you don’t understand what this post is suggesting, the issue lies in the wild amount of drug seizures involving specifically 280g of crack cocaine, which completely breaks the natural pattern of bigger quantities being rarer
therefore- very good chance this increase in arrests is tied to police forces planting crack cocaine on unsuspecting civillians and arresting them for it
Oh gotcha. Thanks for clarifying how fucked up this is
if you had been in the FBI would it have been the deskwork bullshit like the main character of Puzzle Agent has to deal with? either way now i just have this image of you dressed as cooper from twin peaks solving weird-ass crimes in texas as a proper g-woman (are female fbi agents still g-men? how does that work?)
I was scouted as a potential counterintelligence agent when I was graduating college.
So uh… I guess espionage would have been my forte.
I’ll be honest, thinking about working for the government makes me sick to my stomach.
My entire family was so proud and kept pushing me to accept, but I ended up speaking my mind at the last moment and essentially said that “the government isn’t worth my time”… this was right after they had paid for my entire college.
Geeze that would have sucked though, right? I would have essentially sold my soul if I accepted that offer.
Who knows what would have even happened to me? Sure as hell wouldn’t be happily eating pasta at a nice restaurant with three other lovely ladies while making jokes and talking about memes like I am tonight.
Kept the fucking mug they gave me though, like hell I was giving that back!
Correct, I told the government to piss off when they offered me a job right after I got them to pay for my entire education at the age of 15.
And now I’m a video game journalist and voice actress.
i hope you know youre the worlds most interesting woman
“It would likely be easier if each of you were to give a statement separately.” Jon says to the three men sitting across from him.
They all share a look before the one sitting in the middle replies “No, you’ll need all three of us for this one.” Jon sighs, before reaching over to the tape recorder that hadn’t been there when the three brothers walked in; if they noticed they didn’t say anything.
Jon presses the button on the side of the tape and begins to record, “Statement of the McElroy Brothers, Justin, Travis, and Griffin, regarding a presumably haunted clown doll. Statement taken direct from subjects. Statement begins.”
(*tries to channel the magic of that one Supernatural/MBMBAM post*)
Griffin: Hey, quick question, is this place…like–legit? Jon: I beg your pardon. Justin: Yeah, Griffin, we beg your pardon? Griffin: I mean, is it legit, is it–how many haunted dolls do you–as an estimate, how many haunted dolls do you archive here on a yearly basis? Justin: Why are you doing this right now. Griffin: I think we have a right to know–how many haunted dolls– Jon: …One. Travis: Just one? Aw. Justin: Well hang on now, one is not bad. Travis: Per year? Justin: I’m sorry, Travis, how many haunted dolls do you archive a year? Travis: Well, none, but– Justin: So you can’t– Travis: –but it’s not my job. Jon, stiffly, regretting everything: Excuse me, but if you could…tell me about the incident.
I have always been partial to stories which feature the removal of many layers of clothing as an important plot element. One of my favorite Scandinavian folktales is about a queen who, through some magical conception mishap, gives birth to twins. The younger twin is beautiful and normal in every way, but the older twin is just. Y’know. A big horrible snake with arms.
When the younger twin grows up and wants to get married, the lindworm returns and insists that he, as the elder prince, must be married first. When a massive horrible snake with arms lays down the law like that there isn’t really any room for disagreement, but it turns out to be awfully hard to find a bride willing to marry him. The king and queen search far and wide for a woman who will take a husband who is 50 feet long, doesn’t have legs, and may or may not eat his would-be wives when they are appalled by him, but eventually they find a local shepherd’s daughter who is either coerced, a monsterfucker, or just very open-minded and agrees to marry the lindworm.
Depending on the version, the bride either seeks out the advice of a witch or comes up with the idea all by herself, and goes to the bedchamber on her wedding night dressed in many layers of dresses. Her big horrible snake with arms husband is waiting for her and bids her to disrobe, but she asks him to shed a skin as well. Her sexy Russian nesting doll cosplay has so many layers that by the time she is naked, he has shed all of his skins and is 1.) either a sexy naked human dude underneath or 2.) is this meaty blob of helpless worm meat that must be whipped and bathed in chemicals before he transforms into a sexy naked human dude. Either way, they presumably live happily ever after and the younger prince can finally get married.
I’d like to know how the elder prince adjusted to having a human body. He was born a lindworm and lived his entire life slithering around—he’s never worn pants! He’s never had to sit on a toilet! What’s he gonna do now that he’s a sexy 20-something heir to the throne? Is it a shock for him when he looks down and he’s just got one sexual organ? His butt is in the back now, he’s got to shave, he’s got to eat with a fork and a knife and chew his food instead of unhinging his jaw and swallowing it whole…. is it weird for him? Is his honeymoon spent learning to walk on two legs? Is his instinct to crawl out of bed and drag himself across the floor by his arms? Does he roll onto his back and play dead when he gets scared? Does he wrap his torso around his lunch and attempt to constrict it? Is his wife… into this?
I’m too angry and overwhelmed about this article to not share it. This was published early today (Jan 21st, 2020) after 20 months of investigative journalism by Justin Nobel, and everyone should read this.
Some key points:
Oil and gas drilling produces a byproduct called brine, which turns out is very radioactive.
This radioactive waste is transported in unmarked (no radioactivity placard) trucks by drivers who have no idea how radioactive their load is, and have no safety equipment to protect themselves or others. The standard brine truck is 1,000 times above DOT limits.
The waste is not regulated by the EPA, or anyone. “In fact, thanks to a single exemption the industry received from the EPA in 1980, the streams of waste generated at oil-and-gas wells — all of which could be radioactive and hazardous to humans — are not required to be handled as hazardous waste.”
“In 2016, a brine truck overturned on a bad curve in Barnesville, Ohio, dumping 5,000 gallons of waste. The brine water flowed across a livestock field, entering a stream and then a city reservoir, forcing the town to temporarily shut it down.”
Radioactive brine is given to towns across America to be used as road salt in the winter, or “dust tamper” in the summer. “On a single day in August 2017, 15,300 gallons of brine were reportedly spread.” If you’ve ever wondered where radioactive waste gets stored… well one answer is that they simply spread it across roads. Does your town do it? Who knows. You might want to find out.
“Regulators defend the practice by pointing out that only brine from conventional wells is spread on roads, as opposed to fracked wells. But conventional-well brine can be every bit as radioactive, and Burgos’ paper found it contained not just radium, but cadmium, benzene, and arsenic, all known human carcinogens, along with lead, which can cause kidney and brain damage.”
“Animals on Kerri’s farm [near an injection well] dropped dead — two cats, six chickens, and a rooster. A sheep birthed babies with the heads fused together. Trees were dying.”
“A lot of guys are coming up with cancer, or sores and skin lesions that take months to heal,” [Peter] says. Peter experiences regular headaches and nausea, numbness in his fingertips and face, and “joint pain like fire.”
“Randy Moyer, a former brine hauler in Pennsylvania [..] says he quit the job when burning rashes and odd swelling broke out across his body after only four months.”
But hey, I’m sure it’s fine.
Man, reading this article took me right back to all my tox classes where we talked about the history of things like PCBs, and asbestos, and mercury. Things we now know are deadly, but that we previously used with gleeful abandon wherever we felt like it.
Point of order, tho - as they mention in the article, it isn’t the type of well that dictates how radioactive any given brine is, it’s what geological formation that well is drilled into, and that’s going to vary based on 1) what they’re drilling for, and 2) geography/stratigraphy.
So in the US this is a giant problem in New York and Pennsylvania where they’re drilling into the Marcellus shale, which is loaded with radium. A well drilled into, for example, the Pierre Shale in Colorado will produce minimally-radioactive brine.
That said, it still shouldn’t be SPREAD WILLY-NILLY ON DIRT ROADS.
“Into it they shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but worst of all, their conscience. And the moment we forget this, the moment we cease to be haunted by its remembrance, then we become the gravediggers. Something to dwell on and to remember, not only in the Twilight Zone but wherever men walk God’s Earth.”
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