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Achewood => Achewood => Topic started by: theinevitable on February 06, 2007, 03:28:12 am
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man, that is some hardcore ennui.
Vestigial humor from the 50's. (http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=02062007)
I didn't know if it would have been acceptable to just title the thread "okay"
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Ray subscribes to some very specific periodicals.
Also I fixed the date in your subject, ti
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Hot fuck - two two two strips at once.
This one was okay - not sure what Ray is doing in the last panel, though - just dropping the mag onto the floor?
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That is what a rich dude does with his trash.
Also, I was at a party on Saturday were the guy hosting subscribed to surf magazine. He is a pretty good friend of mine and doesn't surf and I had never seen those over there before so it was a little weird, but mainly it was weird because who gets Surf magazine in Oklahoma? And now Achewood is made just for me.
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Roast Beef is pretty much only content when reading quietly or having sex.
Roast Beef is everyone.
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Roast Beef is pretty much only interested in his laptop, and the protein that enables him to use it. (http://mollysanders.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html)
Roast Beef is everyone.
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Yay! I got a midnight-posted strip about Polack jokes for my birthday!
This might be somehow less awesome if I were not actually a person of Polish ancestry!
But I am!
So it rocks!
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I am also Polish, but it is not my birthday.
Still, this strip rocked.
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Everything I know about Polacks I learned from season two of The Wire; that is to say, they're all Baltimore stevedores who drink raw eggs in beer for breakfast.
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The "okay" really makes the strip for me, because I have been there so many times. "I don't agree with you, actually, but I just want this to end" -- such a great use of "okay."
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I actually don't know any Poles.
Actually wait that's a lie I do. He is the portly gentleman who came to my home one time as a friend of my father's. Cassandra did not quite ever remind me of this man. He is still a clutch dude, in my opinion.
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Although my grandparents came from Poland (or the Ukraine depending on when exactly you checked that spot of soil), being Jews they would not have considered themselves Poles nor been considered such by Polish Gentiles. The one Pole I have known was a Polish-American girl I knew in my teens who was as ferocious about the pride of her Polish heritage as particularly annoying Irish-Americans are about theirs: extolling the supreme virtues of Polish culture and the importance of the Poles to Western civilization, and so forth. Having until then only encountered this phenomenon in the Irish, I actually found it refreshing.
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Being one who posses the classic "-ski" suffix, I approve of this strip.
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The "okay" really makes the strip for me, because I have been there so many times. "I don't agree with you, actually, but I just want this to end" -- such a great use of "okay."
Can for reading my mind. I have a friend who more or less completely fails to understand me every time I say "Okay" to her because I would rather not tell her to shut the hell up.
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Everything I know about Polacks I learned from season two of The Wire; that is to say, they're all Baltimore stevedores who drink raw eggs in beer for breakfast.
I actually visited Poland for a couple of weeks in high school, but I have much clearer memories of season two of The Wire, so I guess I'm with you.
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I actually visited Poland for a week in 2002. I ate the best pierogies ever there, which is how it should be, right? Also, a zloty is worth about 25 cents US.
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I keep holding out hope that I'll be able to go visit my fourth cousin in Poland who found me while she was doing some geneology research on our very rare surname. (Basically if there's a Kikolski/Kikolska in the world, I'm related to him/her.) She is a year younger than me, got married two years after I did, and had a baby the year after I did. Also, she sent me a photo, and while we don't look like sisters or anything, we look enough alike that a stranger would be able to tell we're related.
Weird.
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I keep holding out hope that I'll be able to go visit my fourth cousin in Poland who found me while she was doing some geneology research on our very rare surname. (Basically if there's a Kikolski/Kikolska in the world, I'm related to him/her.) She is a year younger than me, got married two years after I did, and had a baby the year after I did. Also, she sent me a photo, and while we don't look like sisters or anything, we look enough alike that a stranger would be able to tell we're related.
Weird.
That reminds of this past summer when a friend and I were planning our trip to Europe. My grandmother really wanted me to go see my distant cousin in the Netherlands. I mean really distant, because my great-great-grandpa made his way from Amsterdam to Port Orchard, WA way back in 1910. I was a little reluctant because a meeting like that has the potential to be very awkward and on top of that he lives about 40 miles outside of Amsterdam. It ended up being a moot point, since we had to cut Amsterdam out of our itinerary because of time constraints.
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I know phrases in Polish!
Spastichne Indick (sp?)!!
(Spastic Turkey.)
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I know phrases in Polish!
Spastichne Indick (sp?)!!
(Spastic Turkey.)
Are turkeys indigenous to areas other than the US/Canada? Or is the term like "elk" in that it applies to a similar looking, unrelated creature (c.f. wapati and European elk) or "vulture". If not, what relation to the country of the same name is there?
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The Polish word for cat is "kot."
That's pretty much all I know. I bought a teach-yourself-Polish software app in prepartion for my trip there, and I think I looked at it once for about 15 minutes.
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I'm 100% behind the idea of genealogy tours. My family has never gotten one together mostly because of awkwardness; as far as we can tell, the line headed out of the Netherlands to more or less all ports of Dutch imperialism thereafter, and this is a weird thing to associate with your family name. (For the record, my branch is from California through Puerto Rico, which made it confusing when I was attending school in northwestern Massachusetts and everyone just assumed I was from the Dutch parts of New York.)
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yeah. This is like how my mom is Chilean. But, her grandfather was... British? And her other grandparents were... Spanish? But also... there was some French, and maybe Russian?
And then my dad's family is like... "Some Irish and Scottish people came over to Boston around 1900, and got married."
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Are turkeys indigenous to areas other than the US/Canada? Or is the term like "elk" in that it applies to a similar looking, unrelated creature (c.f. wapati and European elk) or "vulture". If not, what relation to the country of the same name is there?
From the OED:
short for TURKEYCOCK or turkeyhen, originally applied to the guineafowl (which was imported through Turkey), and then erroneously to the American bird because it was considered to be a related species.
Where's that Muse person? I thought she was going to handle this sort of question from now on.
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I live in a town that is predominantly populated by poles. (Nowadays not as much, but still a huge proportion.) Additionally, I am half polish myself, I have acquaintances that are polish immigrants, and have many friends that are the first generation of polish immigrants. I can say - with substantial credibility - that the polish not only deserve their sterotypical jokes, but deserve tenfold - nay, onethousandfold - the severity of jokes they receive.
Check this out: two churches/schools were built here, a few blocks away from each other, in the early 1900's. One was to be the american school and catholic church, and the other to become a counterpart in which classes and mass were to be conducted in polish. One was to be named Holy Cross and the other to be named St. Stanislaus Kostka. The polish school was named Holy Cross, the english speaking school became St. Stanislaus Kostka school.
Fact: polish people lock their keys in their car on average of once per year. The more you know.
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I'm Lithuanian, so that's pretty close to Poland.
MY PEOPLE ARE NEIGHBOURING POLAND AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE
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Are turkeys indigenous to areas other than the US/Canada? Or is the term like "elk" in that it applies to a similar looking, unrelated creature (c.f. wapati and European elk) or "vulture". If not, what relation to the country of the same name is there?
Also Mexico, which is actually where the domestic breed originated.
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yeah. This is like how my mom is Chilean. But, her grandfather was... British? And her other grandparents were... Spanish? But also... there was some French, and maybe Russian?
And then my dad's family is like... "Some Irish and Scottish people came over to Boston around 1900, and got married."
Similarly, Pedro's mother is Argentine but her father was born and raised in Germany and her mother in Spain.
My mom's side is like "some white people came over on a boat around 1690 and had about a billion kids."
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The only think I know about the Polish, I learned from "A Street Car Named Desire," which, I think we can all agree is not all the favorable of a view.
Also, JL, I too am related to the few with my last name.
Also, due to my mom being adopted, we never knew her biological family. Then she found her dad. I met him and he shared some pictures, including one of my great grandfather who I never new. Here's a picture of me and my great grandfather side by side which is a little spooky to look at. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/side_show/295508587/)
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OMG smells is hawtt!
It is creepy, sometimes, how much we look like those from whom we're descended. I'm always amazed at how little about me is unique.
It makes you wonder what else you've inherited, too. I never knew my dad's father but apparently I share a lot of personality quirks with him as well (although maybe I picked up some of those from dad?).
It reminds me, in a sideways or maybe even diagonal way, of Emerson: "In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts."
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It is creepy, sometimes, how much we look like those from whom we're descended. I'm always amazed at how little about me is unique.
Yeah, this was one of the minor unnerving experiences of going back to Minnesota for my grandmother's funeral this summer. Spending a lot of time more or less trapped in a room with many of my relatives and a lot of old family photos (thank you, visitations) made me actually start comparing facial structures and realize how much I look like my mother's family in weird, subtle ways. (This was mostly strange because my mother is under the impression I look nothing like her, and in fact that I am more or less a female clone of my dad; strangely enough, I do resemble my grandparents and some of my aunts and uncles more than I do my mom, which is enough to send you into one of those ancient childhood existentialist fits about possibly being adopted.)
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yeah, I am a pretty good mix of features. I think facially I look mostly like my mom's family-- but whenever people point out specific features, they are those of my father's side. I apparently have my grandmother's "almond-shaped" eyes (whatever the hell that means) and... something of my grandfather? People freaked out when I cut off my hair because apparently it made me look like him.
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I played Polonius in one production. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror after the Van Dyke was applied to my face, and saw my granddad looking back at me. I couldn't sleep for days, which only aided my interpretation of Polonius.
(I was not that good an actor.)
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I remembered two things about my three weeks in Poland:
1. We knew how to say 'two cold beers' in Polish. We thought this was pretty damn funnny, despite (or because) we were all too young to drink.
2. Once me and some friends (all girls) were sitting on a stone wall outside a church and a flock of old ladies gathered around us like black birds flapping their hands in a tizzy and chattering at us, and eventually managed to convey that we shouldn't sit there, so we got up, although we couldn't figure out why it would be unsafe or not allowed to sit there. We later were told that there was a superstition that if you sit on cold stone, it will make you sterile.
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they wanted to protect Wombie's Womb.
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Poor old ladies, little did they know I'd spend the rest of my life sitting on all the cold stone I could find.
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2. Once me and some friends (all girls) were sitting on a stone wall outside a church and a flock of old ladies gathered around us like black birds flapping their hands in a tizzy and chattering at us, and eventually managed to convey that we shouldn't sit there, so we got up, although we couldn't figure out why it would be unsafe or not allowed to sit there. We later were told that there was a superstition that if you sit on cold stone, it will make you sterile.
I had a friend tell me the exact same story, except she was in Russia. All gettin' talked to by little old ladies about sitting on the cold floor of the train station, and how she had to protect her reproductive organs or something.
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Poor old ladies, little did they know I'd spend the rest of my life sitting on all the cold stone I could find.
Eeeeeeyep. Those Poles. There's nothing they love more than having babies and superstitions.
It's like going back in time.
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My mom is convinced that sitting on the side walk causes hemroids - this caused problems when I was little.
And also that if I stand too close to the curb when waiting to cross the street that I am basically destine to be killed. And also that if I don't lock my car door that a vagarent will come up to me when stopped at a light, and... I don't know... drag me out and take the car? And also that a guy will come up to me claiming to have a perfume sample, only it's actually aeither, then I'm uncounciously raped. And also that all my friends are only my friend because they are using me. And also... no, I need to stop this, or I could be here all day and night cataloguing for years and year.
What I am saying is that my mother believes anything and everything that she hears or makes up in her head that is wrong with the world is in fact wrong with the world. I know that there's a little of this in all of us, but my mother's got a fairly severe anxiety disorder. Sometimes the things she fears are really funny, but only in a sad sort of way because no matter how ridiculous they are, the awful truth is that she actually believes it all. One day I was driving her somewhere (she can't drive due to her illness) and a drunk guy was staggering around about 10 feet away. She was gasping and saying "lock your doors! Lock your doors!" and I asked why and she said something along the lines that he was going to come over and try to get in, or steal the car or something. I explained that if this were the case, I would drive away. She still wanted me to lock the doors, but by this point in the conversation we were driving along, several blocks away from the drunk man. She does this all the time. It's so irational that the last time she did this in my car I started laughing.
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What I am saying is that my mother believes anything and everything that she hears or makes up in her head that is wrong with the world is in fact wrong with the world. I know that there's a little of this in all of us, but my mother's got a fairly severe anxiety disorder. Sometimes the things she fears are really funny, but only in a sad sort of way because no matter how ridiculous they are, the awful truth is that she actually believes it all. One day I was driving her somewhere (she can't drive due to her illness) and a drunk guy was staggering around about 10 feet away. She was gasping and saying "lock your doors! Lock your doors!" and I asked why and she said something along the lines that he was going to come over and try to get in, or steal the car or something. I explained that if this were the case, I would drive away. She still wanted me to lock the doors, but by this point in the conversation we were driving along, several blocks away from the drunk man. She does this all the time. It's so irational that the last time she did this in my car I started laughing.
I always lock my doors first thing after getting into my car. Ostensibly it's because one should always lock one's doors to prevent them from flying open in an accident, but deep down I know it's only this bizarre sense of guilt that if I were in a situation like the one you described, the drunk guy would hear the power lock activate on my car and feel deeply offended.
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Apparently GM, Chrysler and Porsche all have the same fear running amongst their design teams 'cause all my cars lock the door for me when I drive 'em off.
'Course, that gives me an entirely different irrational fear predicated around me anthropomorphizing the damn car.
OK, Boxster, let me outta the car now!
I CAN'T DO THAT DAVE...BY THE WAY, THE CARBON MONOXIDE SENSORS HAVE BEEN OVERIDDEN...GOODBYE
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My VW does the same thing. When I found this out after I bought it, I was all in a panic and ready to go to a mechanic and have it disabled before I noticed a crucial detail: this locking only keeps someone from opening the doors from the outside. I can still open the door from the inside without unlocking it.
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The AWESOME thing about that mechanism is when you go outside on a cold day, turn the car on to get it warming up, go back inside to grab something, and then find that your car is now both running and locked.
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The AWESOME thing about that mechanism is when you go outside on a cold day, turn the car on to get it warming up, go back inside to grab something, and then find that your car is now both running and locked.
My GM car doesn't do that. It automatically locks the doors when you actually drive away--you have to hit 10 MPH or so.
Dumb little thing that I like about my car: If you push the power lock button once upon getting out of the car, it goes "bing bing bing" and doesn't lock the doors yet. It locks them once all doors have been closed for 8 seconds. So I get out, open the back door and grab out my bag or unstrap a kid, and as I'm walking away, "honk," doors are locked. It's a small thing, but I dig it.
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Yes, mine waits till like 15 mph to lock the doors too.
My car makes a 'helpful' noise that I hate: When you get down to an eighth of a tank of gas, a high-pitched alarm sounds. Although I have had the car for several years now I cannot get used to this, and every fuck*ng time it makes me jump, thinking that something awful has gone wrong with the car. I try not to get below a quarter of a tank just to avoid hearing this noise.
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I had a car once that let you know it was below 1/4 tank by running out of gas. Miscalibrated gauge, I guess. It was also non-linear in its response - it would sprint from full to half, then slowly dwindle towards 1/4. Not a car you want to loan to someone. At least, not someone you like.
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My whole family is now totally incapable of working their own door locks. My mom's last car locked all the doors when you put it into gear, then unlocked them when you put it in park. Her new car doesn't do that 2nd part, so parks the car everybody will just yank on the door handles in vain trying to be let out until the driver hits the switch. It has never once in the 2 years she's had to car occurred to anybody to just flip the manual lock themselves and hop out.
Every time I do my family thinks I'm a magician. "How did you get out? My door is still locked!"
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My whole family is now totally incapable of working their own door locks. My mom's last car locked all the doors when you put it into gear, then unlocked them when you put it in park. Her new car doesn't do that 2nd part, so parks the car everybody will just yank on the door handles in vain trying to be let out until the driver hits the switch. It has never once in the 2 years she's had to car occurred to anybody to just flip the manual lock themselves and hop out.
Every time I do my family thinks I'm a magician. "How did you get out? My door is still locked!"
and that is how our Alien Overlords will control us, party people.
I am thinking about how my professor discussed Chickens with their Heads Cut Off today in class.
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I sort of hate trips down south (i.e., the Lower 48), because then I'm afraid to drive by myself late at night, and I always have to lock the doors, etc.
Here, I don't have to worry about that stuff. People made fun of me for automatically locking my car doors out of habit when I first moved here. Of course, people don't tempt fate either...people who have really nice cars lock them.
If something were to happen, my neighbors would come to help (the walls are also thin). Alternatively, I could just punch my EMS radio as a 10-69 (officer needs emergency assistance). Someone would have to be retarded to pull a big crime in a small town. Well...that and my .357 and 500 rounds of ammunition that I have. ^___^ I <3 (heart) going to the gun range.
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Couldn't you just come in unnoticed and leave the same way. Also, I bet the various crime solving equipment is worse in rural areas.
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My scooter's gas gauge is accurate enough, I guess. When I'm down to a half a tank, it still points to F. When I'm at a quarter tank, it points at about 2/3 full. When I'm close to empty it drops down to 1/4 full, and soon after that it dies while the next gas station is in sight.
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Alternatively, I could just punch my EMS radio as a 10-69 (officer needs emergency assistance).
Officer needs sexy emergency assistance, it seems.
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hahaha... different ten-codes mean different things in different parts of the world! Apparently in your world... yeah, we all know what a ten-sixty-nine means to you, lfm.
In our service, 10-68 means officer needs assistance, 10-69 means needs EMERGENCY assistance, i.e., life or death situation. A bunch of people in town have scanners, which I guess is standard entertainment in small towns everywhere. We should be switching to a plain-English format, but a lot of people just like using ten codes. We don't want to sound like doofuses on the radio, for pity's sake.
I wouldn't know about the crime solving equipment, since I'm just a firefighter/medic and therefore don't get to solve crimes. I just help cart the wounded out and try to avoid cutting through bullet holes and other basic "provide-patient-care-first-BUUUT-try-to-avoid-messing-with-potential-evidence" stuff they teach us.
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Wait, you are supposed to help people but also keep the evidence in mind? That doesn't seem very cool.
You party people get alot of shootings?
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I was going to comment on the brilliance of your cars' locking systems, and ponder why I think such a thing is brilliant (namely, because all the cars I've ever used are patently not brilliant). It is amazing how a little extra design thought can really make the difference.
But this comment seems out of place among the 69 codes and bullet-wound comments now. ;P
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We don't want to sound like doofuses on the radio, for pity's sake.
I always used to worry about this when I worked at the zoo. I feel so much better to know that brave sexy emergency personnel also are concerned about sounding like doofuses on the radio.
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In our service, 10-68 means officer needs assistance, 10-69 means needs EMERGENCY assistance, i.e., life or death situation. A bunch of people in town have scanners, which I guess is standard entertainment in small towns everywhere. We should be switching to a plain-English format, but a lot of people just like using ten codes. We don't want to sound like doofuses on the radio, for pity's sake.
I swear I posted this last night but I can't find it now. In Virginia they just banned the 10 codes. Recently the ATF called in a 10-50, which to them means "traffic accident." But to the local police it means "officer down."
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Her new car doesn't do that 2nd part, so parks the car everybody will just yank on the door handles in vain trying to be let out until the driver hits the switch. It has never once in the 2 years she's had to car occurred to anybody to just flip the manual lock themselves and hop out.
Sounds like my '98 GM. Are they on a vertical axis where you rotate it by pulling from the side? Apparently few humans can operate this without extensive training.
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It's not our fault. Millennia of evolution did not fashion our brains to deal with slightly different clever locking system ideas on every car we encounter. And don't even get me started on microwave ovens. (I still only get the one at work to start by randomly punching buttons like a monkey till it miraculously turns on.)
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But to the local police it means "officer down."
See, that's what I thought 10-69 meant...
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I think we should all get ham radio licenses and make up a 12 code, and just start spitting em out over the lines, like 12-1 would be that there is a new achewood comic, and 12-12 would indicate that Roast Beef was shot again, and 12-20 would be that the cartoon contains some sort of genitalia.
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I think we should all get ham radio licenses and make up a 12 code, and just start spitting em out over the lines, like 12-1 would be that there is a new achewood comic, and 12-12 would indicate that Roast Beef was shot again, and 12-20 would be that the cartoon contains some sort of genitalia.
"12-17! I repeat: 12-17! EMERGENCY man-douching!"
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Wait, you are supposed to help people but also keep the evidence in mind? That doesn't seem very cool.
You party people get alot of shootings?
Patient care is my first priority, but there are basic things I can do to help the investigation: don't let rape victims (male or female) wash until after we get them to the clinic and the attending physician says it's okay. Don't cut through bullet holes if you have to cut someone's clothes off, cut around the bullet holes so you preserve the evidence for forensics. Don't move stuff in a crime scene unless you HAVE to. If you do have to move something, let an officer know. Basically, just get in there and remove the patient to safety as efficiently as possible.
We usually just get fights, industrial accidents, and medical emergencies out here, but we have shootings and stabbings occasionally. Living in a rural area with no hospital, no blood products, and a 3 to 4-hour ride to Anchorage in GOOD weather if the plane is already on the ground...you hope for as few cases (trauma or medical) as possible. Our nearest burn center is Seattle...it'll be kind of nice to get back to civilization.
I always used to worry about this when I worked at the zoo. I feel so much better to know that brave sexy emergency personnel also are concerned about sounding like doofuses on the radio.
omba, I love you! :)
I think we should all get ham radio licenses and make up a 12 code, and just start spitting em out over the lines, like 12-1 would be that there is a new achewood comic, and 12-12 would indicate that Roast Beef was shot again, and 12-20 would be that the cartoon contains some sort of genitalia.
Ha ha, tiny can.
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My Chevy doesn't do any of that fancy auto-locking stuff, but it does have the handy feature of auto-unlocking the driver's side door if the engine is off and the key is still in the ignition. I imagine this is probably a standard feature by now, though. Somehow I have still managed to lock my keys in the car before on a couple of occasions.
Here, I don't have to worry about that stuff. People made fun of me for automatically locking my car doors out of habit when I first moved here. Of course, people don't tempt fate either...people who have really nice cars lock them.
Recently, a friend made fun of me for automatically putting the parking brake on after I had parked on a piece of perfectly level ground. My mom is of the belief that Americans just don't do parking brakes, period. Is this so? My own observations so far suggest that it is.
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there was a really good moment in my english class senior year where I made fun of people who use the parking break every time, and every single person there said "um, do you not do that? that is idiotic!"
So I think maybe most people do that.
Or rather, most people recently out of driver's ed. I still do it all the time, now.
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I only do it on standards or if I am on a mountain.
I don't know if it is grounded in truth, but for somereason I always use the parking brake on a standard and basically never for an automatic. Is there a reaon for this?
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I only do it on standards or if I am on a mountain.
I don't know if it is grounded in truth, but for somereason I always use the parking brake on a standard and basically never for an automatic. Is there a reaon for this?
I leave my truck in gear when I shut it off so that it's harder for it to roll, but I still set the emergency brake unless I'm in a perfectly level parking lot. However...in Denver, I almost always set the e-brake no matter where I was.
Automatic transmissions...I set the e-brake if I'm parked somewhere that has the potential for it to roll, like on an incline.
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In my manual vehicle, I always use the parking brake. In my automatics, never.
That's just how I roll.
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In my manual vehicle, I always use the parking brake. In my automatics, never.
That's just how I roll.
Or how you prevent rolling, as the situation warrants.
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I always set it. All of my cars have the lever-between-the-seat variety, so I never even have to think about it. Its just one of those rote movements: ignition off - set brake - open door - get out - toss keys to make sure I don't lock them inside.
Getting in is also pretty automated: slide in - foot on brake pedal - (shutting door simultaneously) release parking brake - release clutch - crank ignition. Takes about 3 seconds to execute. I'm probably a goner if the assassins rig a car bomb to my ignition. No time to really notice anything amiss.
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I always set it. All of my cars have the lever-between-the-seat variety, so I never even have to think about it. Its just one of those rote movements: ignition off - set brake - open door - get out - toss keys to make sure I don't lock them inside.
Getting in is also pretty automated: slide in - foot on brake pedal - (shutting door simultaneously) release parking brake - release clutch - crank ignition. Takes about 3 seconds to execute. I'm probably a goner if the assassins rig a car bomb to my ignition. No time to really notice anything amiss.
Anybody thinking of bumping off jaydub? Because now we have the perfect way to do it.
Man, sometimes the internet really creeps me out.
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I am so automatic about starting my car that, when driving my mother's car, I always kick at the floor when I get in.
That is where you should put the detonator for your device-- that is where the release for the parking break in the car I drive is.
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Dodge Truck - Auto, parking brake pedal on lower far left floor, ignition on steering column
Dodge Neon - Auto, parking brake handle in center, ignition on steering column
Jeep XJ - Auto, parking brake handle in center, ignition on steering column
Porsche Boxster - Manual, parking brake in center, ignition on console left hand side
I've gotten used to all the other little changes but I will never adapt to needing to have my keys in my left hand when I slide into a car. Is this how left anded people go through life, where everything feels like it's on the wrong side?
ALSO: I always use the parking brake. I figure manual or auto, it's not good to have 3-4 thousand pounds applying steady pressure against your locked unlubricated transmission gears/bands/cones. Very rarely do you park on an absolute flat, the car always settles against the tranny in one direction or another. Shit's expensive to replace any sooner than need be.
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Anybody thinking of bumping off jaydub? Because now we have the perfect way to do it.
Man, sometimes the internet really creeps me out.
Maybe I'll have to work inspecting the underside of the car with one of those extensible dental-mirror thingy's in. I already use multiple routes when driving between my common venues
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I've gotten used to all the other little changes but I will never adapt to needing to have my keys in my left hand when I slide into a car. Is this how left anded people go through life, where everything feels like it's on the wrong side?
Pretty much. Doesn't that just make you all feel terrible about how you've treated us? The reckoning is near dextrous masses. The sinister forces of... uh.. sinistrism are creepin on your asses. Better watch yourselves.
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Very rarely do you park on an absolute flat, the car always settles against the tranny in one direction or another.
I live on the great plains, all i have is flatness.
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Very rarely do you park on an absolute flat, the car always settles against the tranny in one direction or another.
Obviously never been to Houston. Hell I could leave the fucker in neutral. It ain't going nowhere.