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my friends shitposted till we got to smas and sneggsmasnon
#pure for cute animals, #pinned for activism posts (they cycle out a lot), and ask if you need anything tagged :>
Anonymous asked:
why do we need shadow achievements, they do not give anything?
orteil42 answered:
why do we slide half a sandwich anonymously through our neighbors’ mail slots yet receive no tangible benefit out of it? it’s about the gratification of a deed well done
I'm not about to argue the finer points of Southern culture with anyone, because I can accept that I was born and raised in the hot flames of a dumpster fire, but I'll tell you gotdamned commie Yankees one thing: I'd rather be dead in the hallowed halls of a Cook Out than alive in an In-N-Out
OP disabled reblogs but it needs to be known
Sleigh ride!
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Nothing personal, kid
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Vengeance!
the new yorker (left) vs new york times (right) explanations of this particular factoid are like such a perfect microcosm of why so much journalism sucks so bad
sorry everyone i was mobile blogging earlier and couldn’t get the copy/paste formatting right. image on the left is an extract from the new yorker article “the titan submersible was an accident waiting to happen”, dated 1 july 2023, reading:
Although it is illegal to transport passengers in an unclassed, experimental submersible, “under U.S. regulations, you can kill crew,” McCallum told me. “You do get in a little bit of trouble, in the eyes of the law. But, if you kill a passenger, you’re in big trouble. And so everyone was classified as a ‘mission specialist.’ There were no passengers—the word ‘passenger’ was never used.” No one bought tickets; they contributed an amount of money set by Rush to one of OceanGate’s entities, to fund their own missions.
image on the left is an extract from the new york times article “a rubik’s cube, thick socks, and giddy anticipation: the last hours of the titan”, dated 2 july 2023, reading:
And so they came, these wealthy tourists and curious scientists, sold on the promise of a rare adventure provided by a company that considered itself “SpaceX for the ocean.”
OceanGate spoke in the language of space travel: There was “command central,” a “mission director,” the “launch and recovery platform (LARS)” and a “countdown to launch.”
The paying passengers were called “mission specialists,” and the company requested that they not be referred to as “customers” or tourists” — or “passengers.” They were given shirts and jackets embroidered with their names and the flags of their countries. A patch on the sleeve read, “Titanic Survey Exploration Crew.”
The funny part about the "I'm not going to coddle my kids, the real world isn't going to be nice to them" kind of people is that once their kids are grown and out of the house, they spend years being continuously astonished to learn that people as cold and mean as their parents are actually extremely rare.
