You're not wrong, but there are a lot of places in america where law enforcement presence is a long way away. Those places also typically have two lane highways and not much, if any, shoulder. That makes stopping the truck easy enough. Add to that the heavy presence of hideaways in the forests around, and you could jack a fair amount from a truck and shuck it into your box truck before skedaddling to a rural dirt road and all of its pullouts right quick.
You know, I think that's (the default, that is) only true in teens and tv. I think that I've seen and had a fair few breakups in my time, and more than 80% kept the same friend group and are absolutely on board with remaining friends.
The smell hasn't ever affected my life. It was noticeable, but not really scarring. I always avoided looking at the burned bodies, because it wasn't my job to pull them out. The visual was pretty bad.
I think my first (and worst) was when we had to wait about six hours for the medical examiners to come and get the body. The scent permeated everything, to the point where the much more experienced fella I was working with advised to take off my clothes in my garage/outside the house and rinse them there, and only later bring them directly to the washing machine and add boiling water to the tub as it filled so the water would be even hotter than just from the water heater.
After we had been there for six hours, we went to eat (it was night shift and about midnight, so we hadn't eaten anything for probably 18+ hours) at a burger joint. I get my sandwich, tilt my head down to take a bite, and that compressed my uniform shirt. Well... that air inside the shirt was completely from the dead person air, and I got a face full of it. Had to blow the air away for a second before I could take that bite again. I do remember the sandwich being delicious.
I don't think any of my family knows when I find/see/examine dead bodies. They don't need to hear about it, and I eat when I'm hungry; no meal changes required. I probably wouldn't sneak a piece of raw sausage as it's ground after seeing brain matter, but I don't usually eat raw meat anyway.
I have (had ;'( ) a local account, and bitlocker was activated. I only found out when my motherboard bit the dust, and that triggered the no-TPM bitlocker thingamajig. Goodbye data.
Of course it hits right as I needed the data on that laptop. Fucking murphy and his fancy legal words.
The edutainment games were great! I still remember one where you would fight robots through a factory to build your vehicle that you would race against the villain. It was all about bigger engines being more powerful but weighty, larger tires and their racing characteristics vs. smaller tires, airplane wing styles... I think it's why my brother is an engineer now, lol.
Fucking red alert, man. Our computer couldn't handle it, so it would take 20 minutes to build a single refinery as the individual frames t. i. c. k. e. d. b. y. Meanwhile, our parents' rule was we had to switch who was using the computer every 30 minutes. That fucking sucked.
It feels like such a silly example now that I know the game, but tales of symphonia made me give up for about three years before coming back and beating it. There's a section where you're supposed to go to a specific city to progress, but there's a semi-secret long way around that lets you experience a different character's story early. Well, I somehow sucked at following directions and went the semi-secret way, and then couldn't figure out how to get ANYWHERE that let you do anything. I wandered around the same continent for several months (playing a few hours a week) before moving on.
Jesus, the finding people thing was tough, but finding the quest item that I had already looted from a grave and either dropped or sold to a random merchant? Game ending, man.
Yum, I guess. My sink is pretty far from food prep, and my body is in the way, so hopefully my insect intake is only going to be coming from poorly regulated peanut butter factories.
My personal theory is that if I hole up even more often in my room and tell myself I'm going to start a workout plan, pick up an instrument, and talk to people, when I die I'll be reincarnated as a better person that can be deserving off love.
The real issue with 'immunizing' yourself against venoms is that you need to have enough antibodies ready to go in order to neutralize the relatively large amount of venom injected when the venom is injected. Just having the memory B and T cells isn't fast enough, usually. That means you have to keep the antibody count high by continual injections. The typical ramp up time for antibodies is 14 days on first exposure, and 3-7 days on second exposures, pic from an old friend who teaches immunology courses. Compare that to the typical amount of time it takes for the venom to cause damage or kill you: something like 20 minutes for the black mamba (though it usually takes a few hours, per that article), 10 minutes for one of the deadliest rattlers (wow, I didn't know 10 minutes, that's fucking fast, though again, that's probably on the small probability side and it usually takes longer), and generally within hours for most species.
AND use at least an adblocker, and even more important, something like noscript where you can see what the website is trying to load onto you. Ublock origin lets through an ungodly amount of crap on those streaming sites.
It is the reason I have one of those electric swatters. The fuckers get near my sink, I just start lazily waving the swatter over the area and get them all.
Completely agree with you, which is why I find myself tearing my hair out when a quote has punctuation inside of it that is necessary to convey the original meaning, but ALSO the outside text is being presented in a certain manner that needs punctuation to be read/understood correctly. For example, if the person who is doing the quote is yelling. Putting the exclamation point inside the quote makes it seem like the original quote was doing the yelling, but putting the quote earlier so you can put the speaker's words last, and thus together with the exclamation point, sometimes makes the phrasing awkward.
As if america, where republicans exist, has any left wing parties that are ever heard. They may be the lesser of two evils, but still fuck the dnc.