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  • It was my grandmother's, and I was the 5th owner after she passed away. Manual windows, manual locks, and a fully-metal body. By the time I got it, it was so quirky, I loved everything about it.

    • The horn was dying, so if you held it for longer than 2-3 seconds, it sounded like the doppler effect,
    • Since the hood was metal, the horn would make it vibrate a little and the car sounded like it was begging to be put out of its misery,
    • The brakes screamed when you came to a stop, but only at speeds under 10 mph, so I basically scared the shit out of every drive-thru worker I encountered,
    • Our family dog knocked the rear view mirror off with her head, and after 5 months, we finally glued it back on, only for her to do it again a week later, so I learned to drive with only my sideview mirrors,
    • The parking brake basically couldn't be relied on because the previous owner, my sister, drove it for about 6 months with the parking brake fully engaged, complaining to my dad constantly that it had no acceleration.

    Was a beautiful, green, Kia Sephia, and I miss that car more than some family members. My second car had another favorite quirk: the driver's window motor died, so the window wouldn't roll up or down. So, being the high school chucklefuck that I was, I'd go through drive-thrus in reverse if I had a friend in the passenger seat (also without a rearview mirror, thanks to the aforementioned dog).

    All the staff used to come to the window laughing, and one manager gave us real shit for it despite their being no signs or anything indicating we couldn't.

    Sigh my younger days, cars today are just too boring 😂

  • I honestly didn't know that, I tend not to live my life in a way that would preclude me being shot or being around folks who will shoot someone. Thanks for the info! :)

  • Gun safety courses actually discuss (at length, at least in my state) about how even if you've just got the gun on your desk next to you, but it's loaded, it needs to be pointed in a safe direction. Even doing dry fire exercises (practicing, say, holstering/unholstering with the gun unloaded and the magazine removed entirely), you're supposed to point the gun down at where the floor meets the wall to minimize any chance of anyone being hurt by an accident discharge.

    Basically, you're supposed to follow the same rules as if the gun was loaded and you're holding it: don't point it at anything you aren't willing to destroy, and know both what it is pointed at and what lies beyond that.

    I personally wouldn't want a doctor on their 23rd hour of work to try to unload a firearm in a crowded and hectic ER, and don't have the answer to how to handle this situation, but I'm not a medical professional so...

  • I just bought one of these, and do like it, BUT, my only complaint is the plate surrounding the blade is plastic and flexes easily. I've had multiple pieces of wood stop with about an inch left to go before completely clearing the blade. Could be user error, but even waxing the surface and using the lightest pressure possible to safely push the wood, it still catches at times.

    I'll make a plywood replacement this weekend, and don't have any other complaints, but just be weary. Couldn't believe Kobalt would use plastic for that piece. :(

  • Shellac is natural, but it needs to be mixed with denatured alcohol to become a wood finish. I don't feel like going down to my shop, but I would imagine commercial shellac in the can, like Zinsser's, could potentially have other chemicals mixed in to help its shelf life or speed up its drying process. But even then, it still uses denatured alcohol, and alcohol and fire aren't a good combo.

    You could make your own, which would just be shellac flakes and denatured alcohol, but it'd still be alcohol based. I'd burn first, then apply your finish.

  • Yeah, I remember one of my teachers (I think my high school biology teacher) chastising us a bit one day because most of the class would come from PE before hers. She was complaining that we smelled like sweat and working out and all that.

    But we weren't allowed (or given even close to enough time at the end of the PE class) to use the showers. You basically showed up, had until the second bell (about 5 minutes after the first) to be in the gym ready to go, you'd run/play/workout/whatever for almost an hour straight, and then be given at most 5 minutes to change and go to your next class.

    No shit we stank, and when we asked why we couldn't use the showers, we were told there was no way for us to be monitored in there, so it left too many opportunities for misdeeds and shit.

  • My dad's trade school had this rule back in the 70s/80s. If you showed up and weren't clean shaven, you had to pay $0.25 for a disposable razor and small little pouch of shaving cream. If you refused, you were sent home for the day.

    He had a teacher that he said was really well liked among the students, former Marine who I think served in Vietnam. The guy had a coconut carved into a monkey's head on his desk, and he'd tape a cigarette in its mouth. But he had some odd rules and, according to my dad, could be a scary dude at times.

    Like, if he caught you yawning, he sent you out of the class because "You aren't full awake, and therefore didn't prepare for class properly with a proper night's sleep."

    If the class got off track, or really pissed him off, he'd either: A. Lift one of those old-school metal drafting tables off all four of its feet and slam it back down, causing a HUGE boom sound that got everybody's attention, or, B. He'd drop-kick the coconut monkey head down the hallway before returning to the class.

  • Reminds me of a teacher my dad told me about when he was in trade school (he went to a trade school for high school back in the 70s/80s). He said all the students called the guy Mr. Hitler behind his back.

    He would regularly make fun of students, call them stupid for not understanding things, send kids to the principal for the slightest infractions, etc. My dad didn't grow up with money but started working at like 14, and he said it always bothered him the most that Mr. Hitler would especially pick on poor kids.

    "Oh, is that all your family could afford for you, rags and old shoes?" "Really, the same pants two days in a row, what, your family can't afford to wash them?" Just shit like that, in front of the whole class, absolutely demeaning and stuff that wouldn't be tolerated today.

    Well, apparently Mr. Hitler suffered a stroke at some point during my dad's high school days, and according to him, not a single student gave a damn to do anything to help him. He had trouble walking/was in a wheelchair, kids would let the door slam behind them despite him trying to get through. If he had several things to carry, students would ignore him requesting help to carry them, pretending like they couldn't hear him.

  • I wrote my first AP English thesis in high school on this exact issue: students being assigned too much homework and the detriment it caused them. I don't remember the source, but an academic paper from around 2010 (I wrote the paper in like 2012) talked about how assigning more than 5-10 math problems per night could cause way more harm than good.

    Not only was it incredibly time consuming for people who likely had sports/music/jobs/family obligations/etc, but it reinforced incorrect learning habits. Basically, if you were given 100 math problems, but didn't understand how to solve them correctly, you'd just be reinforcing your mistake 100 times. Add in the fact I never had a teacher who would spend an entire class going over all 100 of them, and kids were basically learning the wrong way every night. Plus, at least in my experience, the assignments were turned in and then the class moved on to the next lesson, and by the time you were given the graded assignment back, you were already 3+ lessons ahead, still learning everything wrong because the foundation was built on sand, not stone.

  • Was in an AP English class, and we were given a book on AP format for writing essays and such (think proper way to cite sources, alphabetize authors, other grammatical and formatting rules, etc). The class was given an example handout and told to group up into fours and go over the handout, finding mistakes and such based on the book previously mentioned.

    When we went over it as a class, every group found basically every mistake except one. Every group missed this one mistake, and none of us flagged it because the book we were supposed to base all of this off of stated that it, in fact, was not a mistake. Since it was a graded assignment, we started debating with the teacher that since everyone didn't flag it, and the book we were given said it was actually correct, we shouldn't be penalized for it.

    The teacher, however, refused, stating that it was incorrect based on AP formatting standards. Students even showed her, in the book we were given, where it said that the "mistake" was in fact correct. She refused to budge, and arguing continued.

    The discussion ended when she (the teacher) finally said, "I'm the only one in this room with a Master's degree in English, you got it wrong, I'm not hearing further debate on this," and took the points off from all of us.

    Same thing happened with a math teacher (who was an absolute piece of shit, literally everyone including the staff hated him, but that's for another time). Everyone got a problem wrong, and when he went over it, several students pointed out the answer we all got was correct based on how we were initially shown how to solve the problem. He pulled the same "I'm the only one here with a degree in mathematics, so none of you are getting the points for it because you're just wrong."

    Several students went to other math teachers and showed it to them, who in turn went to the piece of shit and not only pointed out that he was wrong, but the head of the math department was basically demanding either the points be restored or the question thrown out. The next class he went on a long spiel about how "after conversing with several of my other academic colleagues, it was brought to my attention it was a poorly designed question, and thus I will be removing it from all of the tests."

    Just fucking admit when you're wrong, all you're teaching us with your fancy degrees is that you're a prick and to resent authority figures.

  • Could be, but personally, I wouldn't recommend it. While there are citizen's arrest laws and I'm sure they've been used, I can't think of any examples off the top of my head, and it appears each state has different standards that need to be met to constitute a "citizen's arrest," with some states not allowing/defining it.

    Personally, my concern with attempting a citizen's arrest would be doing so without meeting my state's/country's standard to do so. My state's statute explicitly states it is a crime to illegally restrain someone against their will, and even states that doing so is skirting the line of kidnapping.

    Having a kidnapping charge thrown at me doesn't seem worth it for a jackass who doesn't want to leave my property but isn't doing anything else (like attempting to harm me or damage my property). I'd play it safe and just let the police handle it, their qualified immunity will let them do whatever they want and face no consequences anyway.

    But again, IANAL, and YMMV, so do with all this as you will.

  • IANAL, but I don't believe so. Most/all states have laws that allow people to access your property to come to your front door/porch, I forget the exact name, unless your property is fenced with clearly visible "private property/no trespassing" type signs.

    However, once you've asked them to leave, they have to leave or they can be arrested/escorted away for trespassing should they refuse to and police become involved. In your example, if they were to come back after being asked to leave, I believe yes, but you couldn't arrest them, the police would have to.

  • When I was in, I had a shipmate who said there were basically three types of people who stayed in the military.

    Group 1: Small percentage, but they literally loved it, loved what they did, just felt right in uniform.

    Group 2: Those who wanted/needed the insurance, education benefits, etc for themselves or their loved ones/families.

    Group 3: Those who had no other options, and were juuuuuuust competent enough to not be kicked out every enlistment.