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No, Mr. Horse, don’t worry, I certainly don’t have a Plinko down here! What I do have is this lovely cask of wine, specifically for horses, Amontillado in fact! Exquisite vintage.
I know you’re not supposed to be in this hospital, but if you’ll just follow me down this corridor—no, that’s not blood on the floor, it’s color theory, I’ll explain it later—I can bring you to this cask of wine that is certainly NOT a plinko machine—
we can take the Eeby Deeby - no, no, I promise it's not going to Gay Superhell - look, Eebders Deebeorg was an outlier adn should not have been counted
hnnnnngg I’m trying to get blorbo into my plinko but the eeby deeby I bought from the copper merchant who as it turns out was EXTREMELY disreputable (who is he, to treat me with such contempt?!) is dummy thicc, thicc enough to block the Suez Canal in fact, and the eebert of the deebert is so scrimblo bimblo it keeps alerting the horse
My brother-in-law inherited a legit plinko machine. I foolishly referenced and then had to explain the plinko horse meme. It's a good thing he already knew I was weird.
Wait…why are busses depicted as a dangerous way to commute in American media?
I never really thought about it before but busses are one of the safest ways to commute to work I can imagine. I’m not ever worried when I take the train but if I had to pick which I’d feel more safe on it would be the bus.
I used to travel between towns late at night when I was a teenager/young adult woman and it would be straight up cozy and a nice way to end my day.
I think a bus feels safter to me because the driver is always right there in case something happens, while you’re kinda on your own on a train late at night.
So did you ever see Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Remember the plotline about the Red Car trolley being bought out and dismantled by Cloverleaf, and the villain's Big Reveal that they planned to demolish Toontown and put a highway through it, and people would use it because the Red Car trolley wasn't there to use anymore and so they'd be FORCED to buy a car?
That really happened, in the US. Only instead of the villain being an evil cartoon posing as a judge, the villain was General Motors and Ford and all the big car companies. They bought public transit lines and dismantled them. They lobbied congress to fund the interstate highway system and they CONTINUE to lobby the us govt to keep trains and public transit from having any money, while making sure the roads get lots of it. They are responsible not only for the dismantling of public transit but also the public's perception that public transit is bad and even dangerous.
American media thinks busses and trains are dangerous because the car companies have spent DECADES and billions of dollars on propaganda making sure Americans think that so they will continue to buy cars and not question how much roads and highways have destroyed the landscape.
its also a healthy dosage of classism and ableism and a hatred of homeless people and addicts all of which are the largest demographic of people who use the public bus
Are you mixing up busses and subways? Like, seriously all the cases of that type I recall were subway-based, not specifically busses.
Also multiple things can be true simultaneously; public transit really was damaged on purpose, and also racism is part of it, but people still have a valid reason to not like their odds when having to be in close proximity to the large percentage of bus users who, as @pingintech points out, are statistically disproportionately mentally ill addict homeless people for a total of an hour or more per day every day. Hence we can lay some blame for this situation on Republican Ronald Regan for closing the asylums and putting all these poor crazy people out on the streets, and on the drug dealers, etc.
Despite the wishful thinking of Communists, who do not understand "wrong" the way that fish do not understand "wet," large companies do not work in concert with their competitors to annihilate value that they could have used as a part of long-term plans to vaguely harm "workers" that they do not directly benefit from. The reason the car companies were able to buy the streetcar companies was that the streetcar companies were failing and going bankrupt and not worth very much! Streetcars were shit and useless by the time they were bought out, and not making any money, because people didn't want to use them, because streetcars fucking suck the moment cars exist because they still have to wait in traffic but you can't control where you can go. Once cars existed, people did not want to use streetcars. Car companies bought them, when they were purchased, for their manufacturing capabilities. Most of the time that didn't even happen.
Despite the wishful thinking of Communists, who do not understand "wrong" the way that fish do not understand "wet," large companies do not mount large-scale subtle and agentic social engineering campaigns to trick people into not being Communists! Car companies did not have to trick people into wanting to drive cars with propaganda. Cars became popular because people fucking loved cars. In the post-WWII economic boon, a lot of people now had a lot of money in an economy that was doing better than any in the history of the planet Earth, and they could purchase a home to themselves and then have a car that allowed them easy access to their surroundings as though they were in a dense city. Because, and get this, time is linear, the problems of car-centric infrastructure did not exist yet!
Despite the wishful thinking of Communists, who do not understand "wrong" the way that fish do not understand "wet," large companies do not will themselves into existence ex nihilo with self-asserting power that has nothing to do with the material world that is made of atoms. Literally nothing they claim about the self-asserting power of car companies to sabotage other forms of transportation can possibly be correct if you think about it for a minute and are not a Communist. Because rail companies were extremely wealthy and powerful when the automobile was first invented, and streetcar operating companies were already established when consumer automobiles were first being rolled out. If the world worked like it would have to for car companies to sabotage public transport and railroads, then that would not have happened because it would have gone the other way around and car companies would have been annihilated. They would have been bought out and suppressed by streetcar companies. They would have tried their agentic and subtle social engineering campaign to brainwash people into wanting cars, and then the train companies that were a thousand times bigger would have had a thousand times more propaganda and nobody would ever want to drive in a car ever again. They could not lobby lawmakers to sabotage the rail system by creating the interstate highway system, because the railroad companies would have bought a thousand times more lobbying and made it illegal to think about having a car. Railroad companies were incredibly rich and powerful! They were some of the most rich and powerful entities in existence and American commerce depended on them!
Communists do not understand "wrong" the way that fish do not understand "wet." Every single position they hold is fatuously incorrect and every belief they have about history falls apart with the slightest observation. They are so utterly immersed in being wrong about literally everything that they do not understand the concept of being wrong. They cannot understand that someone else can believe they have incorrect beliefs. They will invariably respond to someone saying "that is not true and that is not how things work" with "you are a class traitor who is trying to help the enemy class" and then they will usually gloat about how they are going to kill you.
Also it is important to point out to the communists further up the post that while the totally evil car manufacturing corporations supported the creation of the national freeway system and the connected highways for obvious reasons, they did not in any way provide the necessary political will to actually make the Interstate Highway System a real physical reality. Do you know what national institution did however have the political will and decades long patience to finally lobby congress enough to create the freeway system as we know it?
The United States Army.
Yes, that's right.
There is a reason that the full name of the system of roads and bridges that we shorten to The Freeway is the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways.
You see, starting all the way back in 1916, the U.S. Army commissioned a series of studies and exercises to determine how long it would take to move an army from one side of the nation to the other in the event of an invasion. The conclusions reached by these studies were not pleasant reading. If anything, the reports from the actual test transits were even worse. On average, transit time was 62 days of pure road travel. As in, not including time spent replacing broken axles, hauling trucks and tanks out of the mud, cleaning desert dust out of intakes and radiators etc.
Obviously, this is far too slow to keep up in a modern war and the Army made sure that Congress knew all about it. Improvements to roads were made slowly and in a piecemeal fashion all the way through WWII, but because the states themselves wholly owned and independently designed the highways they were in charge of, there was no standardization of road widths, materials or strength. A tank carrier might be fine crossing a bridge in one state, only to find that a nearby bridge in the next state over wasn't rated for that weight. Assuming the bridge was marked with its limitations at all.
So what changed?
General Eisenhower went to Germany and saw the Autobahn. While he hated everything that Nazi Germany stood for, he had to admit that Hitler was right about one thing and the German transport system was it. So when he returned to the U.S., he carried that inspiration with him and made it one of his top priorities during both of his presidential runs. This finally culminated in the Federal-Aid Highway Act of 1956, which not only provided the funding, initial routing and legal justification for our freeway system, it finally also standardized our highways.
In summery, history ignorant commies can be as mad as they want at Ford for making cars cheap and affordable enough to squash their mass-transit fantasies, but it is the Army that actually gets to claim credit for making it practical to drive all the way from Seattle to Orlando for a family vacation.
"The forces of darkness vanquished, the rightful king upon his throne, and all that. And, even more importantly, Tuppy Glossop disengaged from that horsy female and returned to the bosom of my cousin Angela."
"Indeed, sir."
"Rather a shock running into the Reverend Aubry Upjohn riding that fell beast, what?"
"I though you displayed great alacrity in relocating to that ditch in the nick of time, sir."
Far below us, the molten lava did a rather spirited impersonation of boiling soup. I mopped the p. off the b. with a handkerchief I'd improvised from an orc loincloth. I had been to some deuced uncomfortable country estates in my time, don't you know, but at least there one had been able to toddle downstairs and pour oneself a quick W. and S. as needed to stiffen the sinews. Galadriel's Buck-U-Uppo was excellent at vitalizing the limbs to forge on the last dreadful mile and all that, but it lacked the comfort that speaks to the soul.
I contemplated the glowing river. "Redirecting the army of Aunts to that Isengard place was a stroke of brilliance, I thought."
"You are too kind, sir."
"Still, all things must end, as they say. Travel is broadening to the mind and all, but it is past time to attend the call of heart and home. Among other considerations, I think something took residence inside this mithril shirt somewhere around the Morgul Vale and has been wandering about biting hither and thither ever since, and I am filled with the desire to strip it off and do battle with the blighted thing."
"Understandable, sir."
"I heard rather a good one the other day: Sing hey! for the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away! -and by Jove if I don't think they were on to something, Jeeves."
"It is undeniably felicitous to be surrounded by the comforts of home," he assented, and yet I couldn't escape a certain sense of firmness about his gaze.
I sighed, for I knew what he wanted. Well, I mean, I'm all for taking a firm stance and not being trodden on in one's own home and all, but as far as rallying around to save the young master goes, none could have rallied more greatly than Jeeves. If a little firmness was the price I had to pay, well, so be it.
Slowly I undid the old school tie from around my neck. It was harder work than one would have thought; as if it could hear what was rattling around in the old brain, the ring that was threaded on it put in a last surge of effort in the gleaming and enticement department, filling my mind with heady visions: Freddie Widgeon gnashing his teeth as I sank yet another dart into the bullseye, Aunt Agatha wreathed in tears and begging my forgiveness for ever having misjudged me, Jeeves gazing admiringly as I displayed my newest waistcoat for his edification…
It was the last that broke the spell. Cursed objects of all-consuming power were all well and good in their sphere, but there were limits, don't you know? And yet I hesitated. "You don't think I could slip it on and just have a quick total domination of the world before I toddle around to the Drones for a stiff one?"
Jeeves gave a gentle cough of reproof. "I think you will find it for the best, sir."
It was a wrench, but one could not deny the man had earned it. With a heavy hand, I held the ring out to him. "Take it, then. You will know what do with it, I'm sure."
He took it from me with the sort of shimmer that showed he was exceptionally gratified. "Thank you, sir."
I watched as the ring fell from his hand into the depths below. It hit the lava and rested there for a moment before slowly sinking beneath the glowing surface, and as they caught fire I almost felt that the Old Etonian colors glowed brighter in approval. That Wooster, they seemed to say: not much in the brains department, but he gets the job done.
Outside, there came a hideous wailing as of something ages old abruptly losing the power which bound it to this mortal plain and all that, which I took as our signal to leg it down the nearest drainpipe before things got sticky. The road goes ever on and on, what? Yet I paused there, at the end of all things, because some things have to be said.
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Happy birthday to every American. I cant believe we were all born 241 years ago when Benjamin Franklin smote the ground and George Washington appeared fully formed on his horse, and the three of them - Washington, Franklin, and the horse - conducted the entire revolution by themselves
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(Average Metropolis reader after investigative reporter C. Kent's 452nd article on yet another case of landlords/business owners/factories' continued use of lead pipes/paint/gas/glass knowingly exposing the public to dangerously toxic lead levels) what the fuck happened to this guy
One day Bruce Wayne mentions in an interview that heroes like Superman are overrated, as the most effective way to reduce crime is to provide public resources and improve local infrastructure, then cites how neighboring city Metropolis has effectively lowered their violent crime by 13% after addressing their outdated water system and investing low income housing. the reporter conducting the interview suddenly starts looking a little uncomfortable
"Who, Clark Kent? Yeah, we're pretty sure he's a Meta. Is he a superhero? Like what, "Lead-detector guy"? "Captain pipes?" Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy and it's a handy trick, but it's lead detection, not laser vision. He's not about to go running around in tights any time soon."
everyone assumes that kent is so squirrely around superheros because he’s just desperately hoping not to be conscripted to the JLA to fix their plumbing
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Like many people it is incredibly rare for me to remember anything about my dreams. I wake up, and poof, they're gone. But this one stuck with me, and you all get to benefit from that.
I don't remember much about the dream in question. I only remember a little bit of it, right toward the end, right before I woke up (which might be why I remember any of it at all): I was being served a dessert, one which the dream told me was called "Cream of Paradise"; the dream said that this dessert was popular in the American North-East in the very late 1800's. It was a drinkable dessert, served in a chilled wine glass, a bit thicker than eggnog, but thinner than a pudding. I remember seeing a large pot on an old-timey stove, and seeing spices floating in it to season. And when I woke up, I of course decided to look up if "Cream of Paradise" was a real thing.
It was not.
Which, of course, meant that I would need to invent it.
Which meant a lot of reading and research on old-timey desserts, and a lot of hunting down a few less-than-common ingredients, things that would have been more commonly used and well-known in the time period my brain said that this was from, but which have fallen out of favor in modern times. And after several weeks of tinkering, I present to you, Cream of Paradise:
Ingredients
2C Heavy Cream
2C Whole Milk
6 Egg Yolks
3/4C White Sugar
1 Vanilla Bean
1 Cinnamon Stick
1 Star Anise Pod
1 Mace Blade
1/2 tsp Grains of Paradise
1 Lemon
~1 tsp Orange Blossom Water
Salt
In a saucepan, combine your 2 cups of Cream with 2 cups of Milk
Use a knife to split your Vanilla Bean, and then the flat of the knife to crush your Grains of Paradise. Add the Vanilla Bean, the Cinnamon Stick, the Star Anise, the blade of Mace, and the crushed Grains of Paradise to the saucepan, as well as two strips of Lemon zest
Over medium-high heat, bring to a simmer
Remove from the heat, cover, and allow to steep for 30 minutes
Separate six Eggs, discarding the whites and saving the yolks; place in a heat-proof bowl, and add the Sugar and a pinch of Salt
Whisk vigorously, until the Sugar and Salt are fully incorporated, and the mixture is pale and slightly frothy
Bring the liquid back to a bare simmer. Use a ladle to slowly stream ~1 cup of the liquid into the eggs, whisking constantly, to temper* the eggs
That accomplished, pour the egg mixture into the saucepan, and allow to simmer for ~5 minutes, until it thickens enough to coat the back of a spoon**
Strain out the spices and discard. Whisk in the Orange Blossom Water
Chill thoroughly in the refrigerator; it will thicken as it cools***
Serve in a chilled glass; optionally garnish with a scant grating of fresh nutmeg
Kept in a covered container in the fridge, it will keep for about a week, but once you try it, I doubt that it will last that long. The texture is cool and rich and creamy, a bit like melted ice cream. The flavor is warm and spiced, with wonderful citrus and floral notes. This absolutely tastes like something that would be included in the Boston Ladies Auxiliary Cookbook of 1897.
* "Tempering" the eggs means slowly raising the temperature without cooking them; this prevents the eggs from scrambling or curdling, like you would get if you raised the temperature too quickly.
** Dip a spoon into the mixture, then remove it; hold it parallel to the stovetop, with the back toward yourself, and drag a finger through the liquid. If the liquid flows back down and refills the line you drew, then it is too thin; if the line stays, then it is the correct thickness.
*** If the mixture is not thick enough for your liking, toss it back in the saucepan on the stove and simmer for another ~5 minutes; if it's too thick, then some vigorous whisking (or going at it with a mixer) will help to thin it out to the proper consistency
I had a similar sort of experience a number of years ago--except when I looked up the dessert I dreamed about (Jerusalem cake), it was real, even though I'd never heard of it before and was pretty sure it must have been an invention of my sleep-addled brain.
A few extra details, because the dream struck me so hard I actually wrote down the bits I remembered:
it was my birthday party, being held in a giant terraced garden
there were tigers that would eat you if you tried to retrace your steps, but were perfectly friendly as long as you stayed still or continued advancing
the Jerusalem cake of my dream was made with candied orange peel; I don't remember there being any nuts, but otherwise it was a semi-plausible fit with the real thing
I tried so hard to get back into the dream after I woke up but just couldn't go back to sleep again. It was a wonderful garden, there were tables full of glassware and fancy china, everyone was dressed to the nines, and I resented waking up, despite the potential threat of tigers.
I think I might have to have a "dream party" for my birthday this summer, with candied orange peel Jerusalem Cake and Cream of Paradise--they seem like they'd actually go together pretty well.
Thanks for sharing the fruit of your dream-inspired labors, @mornington-the-crescent!
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last week I was deep in the trenches ploughing through work and mid-afternoon realised I'd neglected to open the blinds and the room was a little dim, so I got up to do that and discovered that a car had flipped onto its roof directly outside my flat and the entire street was closed and flooded with emergency service while they dragged someone out of the vehicle and packed them into an ambulance. so now every time I open the blinds I'm a little like the dog with the ham sandwich bush. what the fuck could it be today.
Penciling is a pattern of two to four black lines following the contour of the feathers on either a gold or silver (white) base. The dark brahma variety is silver penciled. In most breeds, gold penciled is called partridge. Adding blue or lavender dilution genes dilutes the black to a shade of grey. Dilution of gold in addition to the lavender gene results in a color commonly referred to as Isabel/Isabella
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