Keeping an axe in your attic is for when the water rises and you can no longer leave through doorways on lower levels. Lots of people end up trapped or drowning in their attics when flood water rises. The axe is for when you have to make your own exit onto the roof or another structure.
Stay safe everyone 🖤
Life threatening flash flooding is also possible in:
Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, eastern Tennessee, southwest Virginia and southern West Virginia
75% of all hurricane deaths are related to water, either from storm surge or flash flooding
Water rescues are already occurring in Florida as of 12:12AM September 27th
Taking a photo of something with two mirrors is not easy. And this was my first success at shooting a mirrored subject like this. And then the 80s color palette is just for vibes.
I and some colleagues were talking about how we wish everyone could see the safety videos that our company was showing us, because I don’t think most people understand how traffic works in a truck. So here’s some things we wish everyone on the road knew.
- we’re not kidding about tailgating. If you’re right behind us on a straight highway? Chances are we have NO IDEA you’re there, which means we can’t anticipate any of your movements. Plus slowing down takes multiple downshifts, so we might start decreasing speed way earlier than you expect.
- We’re not kidding about any of our blind spots. WE CAN’T SEE YOU, GUYS.
- That bit about slowing down taking a while? The same goes for when you’re in front of us. Don’t cut off a truck. Oh god, PLEASE don’t cut off a truck. If you cut me off, I’m not irritated, I’m terrified. For YOU. It can take 7 to 9 seconds for us to stop. DON’T CUT OFF TRUCKS.
- Before you get mad about how slow we’re going on the highway, keep in mind that many companies govern their vehicles so they literally CAN’T go over 60 or 65. This is a good thing, I promise. Because…
- Do you know what happens when a car meets a truck in an accident? The car gets totaled and the truck needs a new coat of paint. You will not win this fight. I know nobody likes getting stuck behind a big dumb truck, but it’s not worth your life.
We are trying our best to protect you from our 80,000 pound death machines. Please help us out.
This information is actually useful. Thanks for posting.
Random bonus info. These bad boys
are full of liquid. That liquid? doesn’t wanna stop. A lot of semis that carry liquid have breaks in them to help with that problem, but not milk trucks
To prevent microbe growth, milk trucks are one long tube of inertia wanting to slam into the front of the container when the truck goes to stop
So like, don’t cut off trucks. But REALLY don’t cut off these kinds of trucks. The truck may want to stop, but the milk really really doesn’t.
do not underestimate the freeboard effect. the inertia of sloshing liquid can and has sunk ships that should have been able to float.
There’s an etiquette to typo roasting. Like if they type “on” instead of “in” you overlook that. That’s some autocorrect bs. But if they type “pebis” or some shit that’s when you gotta get his ass
Shut ur up, people can wear whatever they want to pride, also ur misgendering a random guy because how dare he be proud of his body huh?
This is absolutely something that was and is done by older lgbtq+ people and flamboyant people during protests and marches to normalize the fact that men can have breasts, that men can look like anything and still be men.
It reminds me of how trumeds like to claim that the community founders would have hated people like me, but trumeds are the ones who would have hated the community founders. The people who started the protests, the people who were “too” flamboyant, too loud, too non-conforming, the people who put themselves in the line of fire for harassment and hate, etc.
It’s almost like pride was originally supposed to be a protest and was never about licking the boots of cishet people
Oh hey it’s back on my dash perfect! I was just thinking of this the other day!
OHOHOHO wow the Korean alphabet is awesome. The people who designed it were geniuses and were obviously incredibly schooled in the morphology and phonology of their language. HNNGGG
The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.
The Warrimoo’s coordinates were LAT 0º 31’ N, LONG 179 30’ W. The date was December 31, 1899. “Know what this means?” First Mate Payton announced, “We’re only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line.”
Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship’s position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine’s speed.
The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.
The ship’s bow was in the Southern Hemisphere, in the middle of summer. The stern was in the Northern Hemisphere, in the midst of winter. The date on the aft portion of the ship was December 31, 1899. The date on the forward half of the ship was January 1, 1900. The ship experienced multiple days, months, years, seasons, and centuries simultaneously.
The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.
The Warrimoo’s coordinates were LAT 0º 31’ N, LONG 179 30’ W. The date was December 31, 1899. “Know what this means?” First Mate Payton announced, “We’re only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line.”
Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship’s position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine’s speed.
The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.
The ship’s bow was in the Southern Hemisphere, in the middle of summer. The stern was in the Northern Hemisphere, in the midst of winter. The date on the aft portion of the ship was December 31, 1899. The date on the forward half of the ship was January 1, 1900. The ship experienced multiple days, months, years, seasons, and centuries simultaneously.
Recently saw a video about cursed Tumblr recipes which reminded me of something I cooked up during a summer job at college. It was a drink I liked to call “terminal clarity”.
You fill up a glass halfway with sprite, and fill the other half with a quarter glass of xxx vitamin water and a quarter glass of blue powerade.
You’ll know you got the ratios right if it turns an unnatural shade of purple or magenta.
It tastes like every flavor at once for half a second, like your taste buds are being violently electrocuted, only for that taste to immediately disappear and leave behind an aftertaste I can only describe as “void”. It tastes like nothing I can possibly portray with words, only that it leaves you hollow and questioning whether taste was an experience that ever existed at all. It tastes like loud silence.
I invented this and immediately got covid the next day as divine punishment for my unforgivable sin.
WAIT @squid-wizard ISNT THIS PRETTY MUCH WHAT WE MADE ON THAT ONE TRIP
I love that on mobile, instead of getting bigger, it just looks like the picture is getting progressively less blurry, as if youre experiencing this from the perspective of someone coming out of a coma
The reason the force-femme is a thing for me is because as a transgender man if I can talk about forced into a pink dress in that way instead of people calling it a “de-transitioning kink” it helps me feel seen as the fact that by default I am just a regular man, which I am. I am a transgender man who is just a regular man. You can force-femme me. Do not say you are “de-transitioning” me. The point is to be treated as a man even in this sort of situation which is actually a common kink for transgender men.
Just a heads up right now: on the day when Trump dies, I’m going to be extremely tasteless about it. It’s going to get ugly. You are going to see a side of me I am not proud of. I don’t want any call-outs in my inbox, I’m stating right now that lines will be crossed.
How disgusting can someone be
I wouldn’t even say this about my worst enemy
Forget the fact that its trump. If you agree with this youre fucking evil. Evil literally lives inside you. Wow.
Anyways all of y’all AND the evil that literally lives inside of you are invited to the sick ass house party I’m throwing when lord dampnut kicks the bucket
I feel like all you Americans need to take a look at what happened here in the UK after Maggie Thatcher died. Because when it comes to tasteless celebrations fuelled by anger and the death of a hated political leader, we REALLY pushed the boat out. We had street parties. We had burning effigies. We pushed “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead” to the top of the charts out of sheer hatred. Bone up kiddos, and I really hope you manage to do that truly American thing, of dramatically outdoing us with your celebrations.
Reblogging for last comment.
With the way this year is going, the sooner it happens the better.
*this can be reblogged every year
I’m going to make cake. There’s going to be fireworks. There WILL be a burnt effigy.
Look, I’m gonna level with you americans for a second. When old wrinkly and orange kicks the bucket, for once in my life, possibly the only time, I’ll actually want to be able to see the fireworks from across the Atlantic. And I daresay I won’t be the only one. So listen to me and listen closely, cause I’ll only say it once: When the moldy Cheeto bites it, it’s the one and only chance you’ll likely have at being loudly, unbearably, obnoxiouslyAmericanin your celebration and for once, the rest of the world won’t complain.
look its September of 2024 now and we have failed twice to get him. as the old saying goes 3rd times the charm someone take the fucking shot. we still have time to throw a great party.
umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it
So I am listening to a litrpg.and they’re doing the supreme overpowered thing that I am not a real fan of, and the “magical element” this time is self aware AI.
They invent parallel dimensional travel and the author shows a nicely thought out concept of infinity. As they are explaining this to the audience they offhandedly mention AIs who are seeking dimensions where NO biological life has ever existed.
So sure the AI will inhabit there with robots, this makes sense… then I thought “Do you think they’re going to miss things like rubber?”
Like rubber is from the rubber tree and either they’re going to bring life along… which sort of defeats the purpose all together or…
Or they’re going to mimic the process that life puts base elements and materials through. Like rubber is Carbon and hydrogen… surely given enough time a robotic AI civilization could capture both and mimic the natural processes that a rubber tree does to make them into rubber.
Could we do the same thing with sugar to alcohol?
Like can we mimic the processes that yeast does to make alcohol? Is this a branch of chemistry? a branch of biology? What would you call the nonbiological mimicry of biological processes?
Interesting stuff
PS aure they could find work arounds that would be cheaper easier and more efficient but I’m interested in the end thoughts more than the processes that would likely happen instead.
>lives in a funeral home. my parents embalm bodies twenty feet and an entire wall away from where we cook dinner
>have a friend i want to be my girlfriend
>she starts hanging out with her boss’ (???) twin niece and nephew outside of work hours even though they’re like in elementary school
>friend becomes your girlfriend
>weird shit happens around these twins. conscience store ghosts, a weirdly pixelated adult man beating you up, your dirt bike gets stolen, your girlfriend’s boss and his nephew make your gf break up with you???
>gets memories erased at some point
>suddenly in love with only other female friend, like instantly in love and it’s like this came out of nowhere but she’s so perfect and you loooooove her it’s so great don’t question why there’s a part of you that doesn’t remember ever actually falling in love with her. also those fucking twins had something to do with this again.
>apocalypse happens
>mfw im apparently part of a secret key of people that can save the world by holding hands but it gets fucked up last minute by your ex’s boss fighting with his twin over grammar (did he always have a twin?? why are there so many twins??)
>the ritual you were a part of failed. you were supposed to be a special person and part of saving the world but nope. that failed.
>get turned into a statue
>apocalypse ends and you have no clue how or why
>things like immediately go back to normal
>still with girl you don’t remember falling in love with
>the twins just fucking. leave the town. and now there’s two of your ex girlfriend’s bosses around. no one ever explains how or why any of this has happened. you still live in a funeral home.
I get rly rlyyyy tired of people trying to recommend me to go on T all the time I DONT!!! leave me alone. 👍🏾
I’m ok where I am NGL I like being gnc and you have to fucking respect that.
People need to stop thinking about hormones as something “trans people have to do” and more like tools to make your body change in certain ways.
And not all trans people want those changes! Which is fine!
It’s not like all trans men have to be on T so they’ll look specific ways… That’s the kind of gender-essentialist nonsense that cis people use on trans people! It shouldn’t be used by trans people.
I had a dream that I witnessed something so funny that I needed to draw a comic about it, but nobody in the dream wanted to have a look at the comic or read it. I don’t remember anything else about the dream but I needed to draw the comic and show y'all what it was.
