Nah. Conventional wisdom says he can either
Johnny’s options will depend on his local wise man, but I suspect either way he’ll also be strongly encouraged to buy some merch.
I was going to say that The Servant wasn’t that bad - particularly at the beginning.
Then I read the Wikipedia synopsis of the other one. Holy shit, that looks like a mess. May watch it anyway out of morbid curiosity and masochism.
I’m somehow more creeped out by the Greatest American Hero hairstyling.
https://www.rottentomatoes.com/tv/the_greatest_american_hero/s01
Once you can wrap your head around Handshuhe, Fingerhut becomes obvious. “Ah, so this is how this is going to go.”
Pippin has a hell of a fight face.
I can’t believe it’s not mandamus.
Angry Susan.
I would guess that this expensive looking piece of probably custom made glassware is used with some highly reactive chemicals where you wouldn’t want to open it up to the atmosphere to add reagents. I could imagine a reflux condenser in the middle. The surrounding ports would each serve a specific purpose.
So - Here’s an imaginary setup: You fill the main chamber with a solvent and maybe some boiling beads and a stir bar. One or more of the ports could be rigged up to include a thermometer or other probe. A sampling probe might be handy, for example. You’d start it up and add one or two liquid reagents via addition funnels connected to other ports. Let it run for however long, then either add the quenching agent or additional reagents.
This suggests that this is a well established (if small scale) process because there’d be no intermediate purification step.
Two and three necked versions of these are pretty common. This vessel is batshit, though. This also leads me to an alternate theory. Similar to one proposal for the roman dodecahedrons, this could be a glassblower’s master thesis.
If it involves a fresh ham (aka uncured), you would be correct. Although those seem to provide adequate grease sauce, so please excuse my wild speculation.
Classic. A little googling will turn up gold for sugar free gummi effects
A lot of scientists sample the wares. It had to be explicitly banned at my workplace. “Organoleptic testing” was how they put it. There were several incidents, but the one with polyols was extra. (Sugar-free gummi bears will give you the gist of it. Link below) They just get bored and stupid. They’ll check the LD50 (if known), then go to town if it’s tasty enough.
Not on paper they don’t
Girl code at its best. That de-escalates getting that call from a horror movie situation into, “Oh - this is the fingernail creeper they’ve told us about. Bye.”
I never heard about a repeat performance from our caller. Now I’m curious if he graduated or what.
I feel like I’ve been in multiple shitty situations where I was saved by being dumb or weird and the would-be attacker being either confused or amused enough to let me be.
Not the most exciting, but I once answered a skeezy call at 2:00am. It was a holiday, so I was one of maybe 6 people in the dormitory. It was very much a horror story setup. The caller said something unpleasant and it was 2:00am so I didn’t really get what he said. “I’m sorry, could you call back tomorrow? Be happy to talk about it then, but right now I’m super tired.”
Probably wouldn’t have even remembered it if the young woman across the hall hadn’t gotten a call the same night. She told me about it the next day. He somehow managed to briefly convince her that he was her highschool boyfriend. They talked for a few minutes before she realized it wasn’t him.
As for me? Dirty bastard never called me back.
(Probably necessary context: College, early nineties, there was a campus phone book that literally gave your name, dorm, room, and phone extension. Finding a woman alone during the holiday was as easy as looking at rooms with lights on and checking the book.)
It sounds like she had a lot of fun in your home. I try to remember things like that when I’m feeling a loss like this.
manipulation and guilt around money when I was younger
I feel that. I don’t count pennies around friends, but I probably have a net positive of $5 from taking quarters from unreturned carts at Aldi. No regrets.
I will give you my cart for free if you ask nicely, but a loose cart is fair game in my book.
Also -The original post is a parody account.
I wonder how widespread this idea is. Last x-mas my MIL reacted really weirdly when I mentioned that I was reading letters by Pliny the Younger. I know that she’s exposed to a wide variety of crazy that supplements her own crazy, but I never expected Pliny of all things to be something that would set her off.
She seems to have a set of rules.
I guess that’s another reason to be thankful I skipped out on x-mas this year.
Pliny’s letters describing the eruption, which he personally survived (but his uncle rather famously did not) are well worth reading. In addition to the fascinating glimpse at history, Pliny was very weird about sharing his own story in addition to his uncle’s. Very human.
That takes me back to a club I was in during the '80s. The instructor had a space heater that looked a lot like this. Basically a horizontal tube with an open flame that she used to heat her garage. She did an safety demonstration by dropping a paper towel into the flame, so we 6-year-olds would know what happens when you go near the heater. You burn, children. You burn. Effective.
We seem to have some sort of natural immunity to that. Whether for good or ill, only time will tell.