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So I bought a pair of brass knuckles from the flea market to use as reference. Only cost me $9 each. Also picked up a couple SNES games*. Flea markets can be really good when you're in the right town.
I remembered that I have relatively small hands. I can't grip the things right at all. Unless they're SUPPOSED to be awkward and uncomfortable. I guess that makes the reference even better for what I need them for.
Seriously, my hands are a bit small. I ended up taller than my folks but they still both have larger hands than me.
I've always wondered why US laws seem to be so lax about the sale of weapons that aren't firearms. It's so strange to me. According to what I've read, brass knuckles alone are nasty enough. I can perfectly understand why they're straight up illegal in some states.
I wonder if the guy selling them had ever worried that some idiot teenager will drop that switchblade right onto his foot. Or something worse, like he ends up selling a katana to a nutcase who...yeah. I just know that I'm not the type of person who'd ever think of selling weapons. I'd probably have trouble sleeping. Especially when the one demographic who shows the most interest in buying them are teenage boys. I couldn't shake bad images out of my head.
*Just Phalanx (VERY memorable boxart, passable game), Legend of the Mystical Ninja (I've put off playing it for a long time, but I've heard enough praise to get it anyway), and the red cart version of Maximum Carnage (I already have the normal colored cart, but IT'S SO WRONG).
It's a real shame that thanks to Gamestop buying out all the specialty gaming stores, the only place to physically buy games that are older than 6 years anymore is to go to flea markets. I'm just not the type that likes buying stuff off the net if I don't have to.
No idea where that old lady gets her games from, but she's sold me alot of cool stuff over the last year.
Last edited by Psychotime; July 29th, 2012 at 03:35 PM.
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I felt something in my brain pop when I read that you bought brass knuckles at the flea market. I've never even seen those in real life. Sometimes it blows my mind how easy it is to get weapons in the US.
I'm moving in 31 days. I've been counting down since about day 55. It's like playing a really long game of "99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall". I feel like there should be a faster way to pass the days.
I seriously have to wonder what the sales for that game were.
You look at that cover, and despite the fact that it DOES say "space shooter" on the box and the space ship you play as is flying in the corner, I dare you to have that actually register in your brain because you'll be too confused that there's a video game that has a picture of an old man with a banjo.
Student housing, lololol.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
- Ray Bradbury
Looking back, they had alot of machetes in that place in general today. Just randomly intersperced everywhere. I saw at least three people selling machetes before I even found the one weapon guy. And these would be people who were just selling stuff like used books or home grown produce.
"Thanks for the eggplants, ma'am. Oh, I just remembered I'm going on a safari this weekend. I'll have a machete, too please."
Last edited by Psychotime; July 29th, 2012 at 05:40 PM.
My friend's apartment was among the craziest I've ever lived in. One of the upstairs neighbours regularly used to get into extremely violent fights with her boyfriend, chasing him out into the street with a knife. After she gave birth to their child, she would leave the poor kid sitting at home alone for these fights. For the record, the boyfriend never retaliated or gave any indication that he was the initiator. Poor guy. The other upstairs neighbours regularly moved the furniture for no apparent reason. No, that's not a euphemism. You'd literally hear them dragging the couch from one end of the apartment to the other about three times a week. My friend's apartment block was the "sane" one too. The one in front of us had extremely anti-social people who had boarded up all their windows and doors and only left the house for groceries. The one behind us had a lot of cocaine users, a lady who threatened to eat her daughter's pets if she didn't smarten up (the dogs mysteriously disappeared a week later and have since been replaced by a different one), and a woman who put her mattress out on the balcony, doused it in gasoline and set it on fire. Twice.
Jeepers. The only weapons I know people use with some regularity around here are various knives and pepper spray, though I wouldn't know where to get either. I'm assuming it's one of those "friend of my brother's" deals.Originally Posted by psychotime
I remember as far back as middle school there'd be that one time a kid would bring nunchucks or a shuriken to school to impress everybody he showed it to. Just as long as none of the teachers see it (which would get him expelled instantly), he'd be in the clear and earn cool points from the other kids.
But I know it's natural to have that fear in the back of your head that there's gonna be that ONE GUY somewhere who has a chance to pick up a weapon, like the one bit actor from Ugly Betty who sliced his mother to pieces with a katana. I worry about the same thing, it's only natural.
I think the best way to quell that fear is to realize that those people we worry about are an extremely tiny minority, and the second we want to worry about swords being sold at flea markets, we should also consider that kitchen knives and power tools are just as dangerous and even more accessible.
Moving on, the vendor sells pepper spray, too. Didn't see any tazers, though. I remember seeing them at another flea market, but I think that was in Florida. Maybe Georgia has stricter laws on those in particular. Maybe they're worried about that one urban legend about lighting people on fire by tazing them after they get hit with pepper spray.
Last edited by Psychotime; July 29th, 2012 at 06:39 PM.
Haha, crazy, never heard of that one. I say use because pepper spray incidents happen with quite some regularity around here. Pretty much everyone I know has had it happen to them or someone they know at one point or another. I actually got some second-hand pepper spray at work once. Aaah, carnie jobs. As for the knifes, I'm sure those are more for show. Pepper spray doesn't seem like it has quite the street cred that knifes or brass knuckles do.
Our police force loses their taser cartridges with astonishing regularity. In the last year or two they've lost eight cartridges and one entire taser. You'd think after the second or third time they'd look at the holsters or the manufacturer they're purchasing them from...
Seff - absorbed moment #...wow, I lost track of it.
I`m willing to do a lot of things to get the job done. Legal things, mind you.
What ever it takes.
2 things, however, are NOT on that list. -
a.)adding more pouches and
No. Lens. Flare.
Man, you let a box of oil pastels break open in your bag once you and pay for it for the next five years.
those additions? Good God I hope not.
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Sometimes we forget this. Because we are dumb.
If "Space" is the result of the Big Bang, in what, precisely, did the Big Bang happen?
So...um, I am having a tough time affording to pay of the amount due for this art school, and each day, something gets in the way of me getting approved for a loan.
The excitement of going to an art school becomes a slow progress of descending into depression as the deadline draw ever so closer each day. I feel like its not worth it anymore now.
so...if I can't pay off the amount due, how hard is it to be a self-taught animator?
I've always been one of those people who has a few close friends over a dozen or so regular friends you might hang out with rarely. But reaching the point where my friends are moving and it's frankly getting depressing. Problems galore in life then one of my friends just moved across the globe to Hawaii (which I'm happy as hell for him) but now even communication with phone is going to be a pain since I'm east coast and it's like a 6-7 hour time difference.
Then on top of that I busted my foot on a waterslide a few days before he left and it's still swollen a bit. Never wear glasses to a waterpark. Riding down the waterslide then realize "Oh shit, at the bottom my glasses will get flung off and maybe break". Grab the glasses but then have only one hand which throws off the balance and BAM.
Well this is amusing.
Between 2003 and 2008, 108 people died from cattle-induced injuries across the United States, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. That’s 27 times the whopping four people killed in shark attacks in the United States during the same time period, according to the International Shark Attack File. Nearly all those cow-related fatalities were caused by blunt force trauma to the head or chest; a third of the victims were working in enclosed spaces with cattle.What's more, with cows, it's personal. Sharks just think you're a delicious seal and mistakenly take a taste. But here's some detail from the CDC report on bovine murder:
In about 3/4 of the cases “the animal was deemed to have purposefully struck the victim.”
One of the murderous bulls had been hand-raised and bottle-fed by the victim and his family.DAMN, and that was in India! Imagine what a cow in any other country would do if it could discover the reason it was raised on a farm?If you don't believe it, check out this story of a vengeful bull in India:
The bull apparently kept a watch on frail Bhoop Narayan Prajapati, 65, and attacked him when he was having his morning tea, a day after he had thrown hot water on it for sitting in front of his hut. Prajapati ran inside his thatched hut to escape, but the bull followed him, pushed him to the ground twice and gored him.
Apparently there was a long history between this man and this bull: Six months earlier, he hit the animal with a stick and it retaliated, landing him in the hospital for a month.
And not only did the animal plot its revenge for months, it made sure its attack had been successful, and after he died, it returned to gloat:
The bull followed the man when he was being taken to a hospital and later appeared at the crematorium during his funeral.
Yeah yeah, they should make a movie out of it. Like the farmers test out a new steroid that accidentally gives the cows sentience, and they start a revolt.
Last edited by Psychotime; August 4th, 2012 at 09:00 PM.
The current idea seems to be that what we call "Space" is actually a "thing" in and of itself that contains a lotta stuff.
Perhaps the "area" before the Big Bang was "Really Empty Space."
Then I guess you get into the questions of how big is Really Empty Space, where did it come from, is there anything on the outside of it, and where did the Banging stuff come from?
Well, yeah. There's the multiverse theory, and I think someone explained it as if the entirety of it all is like a big cheese, and all the infinite number of universes are holes in the cheese. And the cheese between those holes is constantly expanding...
What's interesting though is that some scientists calculated that all the matter and dark matter (I think) of the universe "adds up" as +-0. Which proves that the universe could have come out of absolutely nothing.
Last edited by tobbA; August 5th, 2012 at 04:53 PM.
Tip of the day
NEVER put regular dish washing soap in the automatic dishwasher. I have spent the last hour cleaning up bubbles off my kitchen floor. Its like the blob is coming out of my F'ing dishwasher. It was a two foot carpet of bubbles where tile should be!
To make things worse the woman has been away for the weekend and she just called to say she will be home in two hours. Its like I'm trapped in a sad mundane version of the movie Risky Business without any good looking people and no one got laid.