Every mosh pit at every punk show I've been to has been composed of some of the politest people in the world. Except for crowd surfers, I guess, but everyone else is going to stop and help you up if you fall over or drop your phone or whatever, and give you a big smile as they do so.
It's always been like, indie and alternative shows that have the aggressive crowds that trample folks.
Yeah I've gone to a lot of metal shows and a lot of mosh pits and anyone throwing punches gets thrown out fast by the crowd, everyone is super hype and good. Love2mosh.
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They all look like proof of concepts for Jack Skellingtons face.
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As someone whose formative teenage years were in the 1990's, the only form of 'dance' I know is Mosh Pit.
Ah, that beautiful moment when you realise that, through the magic of amphetamines, all the potential consequences will be suffered by some hypothetical future you, and you heedlessly launch yourself right into the middle.
*wipes tear
Hearing loss, high tone loss, left ankle damaged, something wrong in left shoulder blade, minor facial scars. Friends, choose a less abrasive dance style. The girls I impressed weren't worth it; the girls who were worth it weren't impressed.
Ahhh, mosh pits were fine back in the 90s. A bit of jumping around and bumping into each other, no big deal.
Now, hardcore kiddies today with all their windmill punching and flying kicks, they can fuck right the way off and set themselves on fire whilst doing so. Little shits thinking it's fun to 'crowd-kill'. It'd be nice to be able to stand somewhere near the front half of the crowd in a metal show without having to worry about getting my fucking skull shattered.
Oh there were those types back in the 90s too.
The, uh, community spririt of the pit was generally very effective at hearts-and-mindsing them into accepting the proper form.
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I once got headbutted in the nose in a mosh pit and spent half of a festival day in the first aid tent with a nose that refused to stop bleeding.
Every mosh pit at every punk show I've been to has been composed of some of the politest people in the world. Except for crowd surfers, I guess, but everyone else is going to stop and help you up if you fall over or drop your phone or whatever, and give you a big smile as they do so.
It's always been like, indie and alternative shows that have the aggressive crowds that trample folks.
I had a friend in highschool who was into metal and moshing and stuff. They had a shoulder that would dislocate pretty easily, put people nearby would help pop it back in.
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The worst beating I've ever received was on the floor of a Rage Against the Machine show in '98. I met a guy a few years after who was one of their regular roadies who confirmed that young skinheads used to show up at their shows as a kind of initiation rite, starting as much shit as they could before they were either kicked out or carried out.
Anyway, I was up in the pit, and according to my friends I wasn't really dancing so much as I was staring directly into a strobe light because I was all fucked up on mushrooms. I don't know exactly what I did to aggro this huge lanky Lurch from the Addams Family looking asshole, but as soon as I was aware he was on me, I was on the ground, and he was stomping on any part of me that stuck out. I rolled over onto my stomach and put my arms over my head, but he just started stomping on my back. And then suddenly security was there dragging the guy off, and a bunch of crusty looking old hippies (relative value of old, I am probably now many years older than they were) helped me to my feet and walked me out to their van in the parking lot where one of them shared a couple cans of root beer with me until I stopped shaking and crying. My whole back was one enormous bruise for weeks.
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Ugh, fucking skins
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I remember my first mosh pit. I was like 16, at Ozzfest, and I was at 2nd stage listening to Bleeding Through and it was basically my first ever exposure to that kind of metal and it struck a chord (nyuck nyuck nyuck!) with me, so here I am some perfectly spherical kid with Gene Simmons face paint because I thought it would be funny (it totally was) and I've got no idea what I'm doing. This bonehead punches me right in the fucking back of my head and I go down hard and I watch the guy laugh as he disappears into the pit. Next thing I know I've got like three sets of hands lifting me off the ground and setting me on my feet and there's this GIANT Mexican dude standing in front of me, and he's got that long ponytail but the rest of his head is shaved, and he's rocking the dickies and the single top button closed on his work shirt and shit, and he's like "you good, lil homie? You see the dude that did this to you?"
So I point the guy out and this rad old-school cholo type dude fuckin SPRINTS at the guy who decked me, and like... Leaps through the air with his elbow out and just fucking smashes this dude, and then like five or six guys just best the dogshit out of this Nazi until security showed up, then they all scattered and security kicked the bonehead out and it was great.
Later that day some 40 year old drunk lady tried to get me to buy her a beer and then was shocked when I told her I was 16 despite my vociferous assurances that I was more mature than my age and that she could "be my Mrs. Robinson :winky: "
Old English þis, neuter demonstrative pronoun and adjective (masc. þes, fem. þeos), probably from a North Sea Germanic pronoun *tha-si-, formed by combining the base *þa- (see that) with -s, which is probably identical with Old English se "the" (representing here "a specific thing"), or with Old English seo, imperative of see (v.) "to behold." Compare Old Saxon these, Old Frisian this, Old Norse þessi, Middle Dutch dese, Dutch deze, Old High German deser, German dieser.
Once fully inflected, with 10 distinct forms (see table below); the oblique cases and other genders gradually fell away by 15c. The Old English plural was þæs (nominative and accusative), which in Northern Middle English became thas, and in Midlands and Southern England became thos. The Southern form began to be used late 13c. as the plural of that (replacing Middle English tho, from Old English þa) and acquired an -e (apparently from the influence of Middle English adjective plurals in -e; compare alle from all, summe from sum "some"), emerging early 14c. as modern those.
About 1175 thes (probably a variant of Old English þæs) began to be used as the plural of this, and by 1200 it had taken the form these, the final -e acquired via the same mechanism that gave one to those.
Just remember that half the people you meet are below average intelligence.
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About 10 percent of all internet traffic is kept secure by a wall of lava lamps. They're hooked up to a computer that converts their patterns into code.
The cybersecurity firm Cloudflare covers around 10 percent of the World Wide Web, including the websites for Uber, OKCupid and FitBit. The wall of 100 lava lamps in the company’s San Francisco headquarters is monitored by a video camera that tracks their changes. The camera footage is connected to a computer, which converts the lamps’ unpredictable bubbles and swirls into code that is virtually unhackable
Why use lava lamps for encryption? Since computer codes are created by machines with relatively predictable patterns, hackers can guess their algorithms. But lava lamps add the randomness of the physical world to the equation, making it nearly impossible to hack. The display is available to the public, and visiting in person can even help cybersecurity efforts. External disturbances like human movement make the random code even harder to predict.
Would drinking a red one to see if it tastes like cherry or strawberry help with the randomness?
Yes.
And damn, that's a hilarious entropy source. I thought most of them just used antennas and shit for background noise, but I much prefer the idea of a wall of lava lamps.
Okay but can we also do that basket of kittens idea?
Sure, I figure you put trackers in their collars, plenty of toys in a room, and their positions are the entropy. I guess they may settle into a routine though, so you need to shake it up.
Yeah. There was actually a woman who gave birth to sextuplets even earlier, but she kept it secret and never revealed it to prevent their family becoming some sort of sideshow ... and the Dionne's experience really underlines how likely it was that she was right.
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ok, this is weird.
so, Vladimir Putin, Russian dictator? He had a german teacher, way back in the late 60s. She left russia and came here in the early 70s.
cue 2005 when President Putin comes by for an official state visit. said teacher drops by the russian embassy, inquiring after her old student - not really expecting to see him, just letting him now she dropped by. Amidst his schedule, he made time for her, meeting with her in person and asking how she's been doing. During their conversation he finds out she's living in a rent controlled apartment in an old building, top floor, no elevator.
three weeks later, she gets a visit from the russian embassy. "Madam, President Putin has bought you an apartment", the man from the embassy informed her. Close to where she already lived, but in a renovated building, first floor, with en elevator, no rent or nothing - she owns it now.
cue 2018. The teacher passed away. She had no family, no kids. In her will, she instructed the apartment was to be returned to the person who bought it - i.e. Vladimir Putin.
this apartment is now up for rent.
I could, potentially, rent an apartment from Vladimir Putin.
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Yeah I've gone to a lot of metal shows and a lot of mosh pits and anyone throwing punches gets thrown out fast by the crowd, everyone is super hype and good. Love2mosh.
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Oh there were those types back in the 90s too.
The, uh, community spririt of the pit was generally very effective at hearts-and-mindsing them into accepting the proper form.
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I had a friend in highschool who was into metal and moshing and stuff. They had a shoulder that would dislocate pretty easily, put people nearby would help pop it back in.
Anyway, I was up in the pit, and according to my friends I wasn't really dancing so much as I was staring directly into a strobe light because I was all fucked up on mushrooms. I don't know exactly what I did to aggro this huge lanky Lurch from the Addams Family looking asshole, but as soon as I was aware he was on me, I was on the ground, and he was stomping on any part of me that stuck out. I rolled over onto my stomach and put my arms over my head, but he just started stomping on my back. And then suddenly security was there dragging the guy off, and a bunch of crusty looking old hippies (relative value of old, I am probably now many years older than they were) helped me to my feet and walked me out to their van in the parking lot where one of them shared a couple cans of root beer with me until I stopped shaking and crying. My whole back was one enormous bruise for weeks.
So I point the guy out and this rad old-school cholo type dude fuckin SPRINTS at the guy who decked me, and like... Leaps through the air with his elbow out and just fucking smashes this dude, and then like five or six guys just best the dogshit out of this Nazi until security showed up, then they all scattered and security kicked the bonehead out and it was great.
Later that day some 40 year old drunk lady tried to get me to buy her a beer and then was shocked when I told her I was 16 despite my vociferous assurances that I was more mature than my age and that she could "be my Mrs. Robinson :winky: "
That was a weird day.
That is some real damn Fallout shit right there.
According to UNICEF, Cuba has completely eliminated childhood malnutrition!
now all they need to do is stop the multitude of basic human rights violations!
This thread got turned into a proper article, if you're not into Twitter threads: https://qz.com/1153516/americas-wholesome-square-dancing-tradition-is-a-tool-of-white-supremacy/
https://arstechnica.com/science/2017/12/we-can-make-plants-pass-out-with-the-same-drugs-that-mysteriously-knock-us-out/
It’s pretty neat
Yes.
And damn, that's a hilarious entropy source. I thought most of them just used antennas and shit for background noise, but I much prefer the idea of a wall of lava lamps.
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Sure, I figure you put trackers in their collars, plenty of toys in a room, and their positions are the entropy. I guess they may settle into a routine though, so you need to shake it up.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dionne_quintuplets
That's really fucked up how they were treated.
I'll take "Phrases Uttered Immediately After Listening to The Dollop" for $300, Alex.
Yeah. There was actually a woman who gave birth to sextuplets even earlier, but she kept it secret and never revealed it to prevent their family becoming some sort of sideshow ... and the Dionne's experience really underlines how likely it was that she was right.
Ps: Susie Dent's twitter is incredible to follow.
so, Vladimir Putin, Russian dictator? He had a german teacher, way back in the late 60s. She left russia and came here in the early 70s.
cue 2005 when President Putin comes by for an official state visit. said teacher drops by the russian embassy, inquiring after her old student - not really expecting to see him, just letting him now she dropped by. Amidst his schedule, he made time for her, meeting with her in person and asking how she's been doing. During their conversation he finds out she's living in a rent controlled apartment in an old building, top floor, no elevator.
three weeks later, she gets a visit from the russian embassy. "Madam, President Putin has bought you an apartment", the man from the embassy informed her. Close to where she already lived, but in a renovated building, first floor, with en elevator, no rent or nothing - she owns it now.
cue 2018. The teacher passed away. She had no family, no kids. In her will, she instructed the apartment was to be returned to the person who bought it - i.e. Vladimir Putin.
this apartment is now up for rent.
I could, potentially, rent an apartment from Vladimir Putin.
something isn't right
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