MoritoIto

The title reads, "I finally understand why kids don't go outside and play anymore. It's the cars. It's the fucking cars.

The body of the text reads, "Mid-30s dude here, and growing up my boomer parents used to whinge and complain that they couldn't just send their kids outside to play anymore. That it was too dangerous or kids didn't want to go outside and play anymore. I always thought they meant there was a rise in violence, abductions, or other stranger danger growing up, but really it was none of that.

It was the fucking cars. We brought high speed throughways right up to our doorsteps and now we can't go outside and play anymore. I hate it here."

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"Not only that, but they way we make suburbs now essentially strands kids. When my parents moved us out there I became a homebody.

30 or so houses, only a few had kids, none my age. Suburb connected directly to a highways to that was the limit of my world. You can only ride in circles on your bike for so long before you just give up.".

"Hero Prop" is the term for Boromir's armour, indeed any armour, costume or accoutrements worn by a Principal Character in LOTR or any other movie.

"Hero" has nothing to do with the character's alignment, applying to Sauron and the Witch-King as well. It means any costume, weapon etc. made as detailed as possible because the character wearing it will be front and centre in very close shots, where an IMAX screen might make any flaws a metre high.

(Bernard Hill was amazed by the details in Théoden's armour, some of which only he and his dresser ever saw. More here.)

Now there's the Numenorean bargain-basement rig up there, and the full plate of the Action Heroine here.

I don't know what it's made of, but it looks like vac-formed, spray-painted plastic.

Compare it to an example of Elven armour from The Hobbit movies, which notoriously didn't have anything like the development time of LOTR...

white soft fur And dewy eye

baby boy seal boy i Won’t pry

Fascists want you dead.

Fascists want you dead.

Me: you will not earn what you desire by banging the cabinet door.

My cat: This is a test of wills, is it not? We shall see if your ability to put up with my incessant banging outlasts my eternal lust for snackie treats. Years of conditioning have hardened me for this purpose. bang bang bang

Me: ksst!

My cat, throwing herself to the ground like she’s been shot: Oh! Oh I have been assailed in my own home! Have mercy, have pity! Surely in the cruel darkness of your heart there is some mote of goodness that might stay your hand! Do not strike me, I pray you!

Me: ok

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I managed to snag myself an autographed copy of the Watchmen graphic Novel

Except it's not autographed by Alan Moore

Or Dave Gibbons

It's autographed by this guy that did a doodle of an animal-centric Watchmen spinoff on the very last page and uhhhhh