That's a good one. I still prefer the two ladybugs going at it inside the bug. Windows all steamy and bug was a rocking, you never would of thought of a ladybug cocking.
Pretty sure they won't be flying again. If I remember it, barring exceptional circumstances, like being shot down by your own fleet, if your plane goes down your flight days are too.
Breathing IS part of effective cpr. It is absolutely recommended. Compressions alone are better than nothing, which is why we had a brief period where that was taught for one-person-cpr (and was meant to make nonmedical personnel more likely to do SOMETHING), but anyone trained in cpr should absolutely be following the compression:breathing ratio taught in cpr classes.
Breathing IS part of effective cpr. It is absolutely recommended. Compressions alone are better than nothing, which is why we had a brief period where that was taught for one-person-cpr (and was meant to make nonmedical personnel more likely to do SOMETHING), but anyone trained in cpr should absolutely be following the compression:breathing ratio taught in cpr classes.
Human "Well you all turn pink on your bellies when you're swimming upstream to have one last gasp of orgasmic explosion over all your future kids before dying and we try to stop you and slit open that belly to rip out your organs and pop your major blood vessel before cutting you into chunks and throwing you in a fire."
Take your bets on how long until one of the idiots tries to monetize it. You just know that several of them began filming before taking any action to save themselves.
Group think and social pressures. It is remarkably easy for humans to find themselves behaving like those around them. The progression doesn't even have to be fast. Imagine that when the israeli military fought wars in the mid 20th century, they started thinking of the enemy around them, and then imagine how long it has been since then with no corrective measures ever taken on those lines of thinking. NOW add in that israel has mandatory military service. The ones who choose to stay are going to be the ones that can agree and fit in with those now very evolved thoughts of hatred, and of course they will bring their own worse additions as they try to prove themselves to those the esteem, the already putrid military members ranked above them.
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.
The data is indexed and parsed somehow. The last report on it that I saw had a picture of a semi-famous person be properly indexed under the person's name, despite it being a picture that was taken by the person talking about recall, which means the image was not public. Whatever recall was doing, it analyzed the picture, and that's probably not a local process.
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.
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.
I just want to see that truck get hit by a dump truck. Please, if there are any gods out there, make it happen.