Injector has a posse

Harrison Ford hating playing Han Solo made him better at playing Han Solo because Han Solo did not want to be there doing those things either.

I can’t remember what talk show it was after TFA but the interviewer was like “Did it make you emotional putting on the [Han Solo] costume?” and Harrison Ford was like “No. It made me money.” which was like the most Han Solo thing a person could say.

Carnage-Man is the freakin best

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the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

My grandfather, who is 100, remembers his dad’s accountant doing math on an abacus. Now he texts me “<3” on his flip phone.

middle class america is forever in fear of the seal team 6 of rapist drug dealers murderers breaking into their house to get them specifically. what makes you so special?

addiction to true crime podcasts

Obsessed with them showing all of their security measures that could never be used against them ever at all

I hope someone who sees this video gets through every single one of her security measures to do nothing but put an elf on the shelf somewhere and then never return

I have so many questions.

In all seriousness this is a symptom of one of the most toxic elements of American culture, which is the belief that isolation is more likely to protect you from the danger of other people, than other people are to protect you from the danger of isolation.

Realistically, a medical emergency or house fire is far more likely to occur than being randomly murdered in your own house by a stranger, but this woman "protects" herself from the safety of living in community, thereby exposing herself to the danger of living in isolation.

I'm like, morbidly fascinated to observe how normal American women think it is to fear the entire world. I am American but it's still weird to me how every other woman has a deeply ingrained fear of going for a walk alone and expects me to as well.

I'm also really caught off guard when people say things like "Oh, there might be someone on drugs" about a poor or dilapidated area, as a reason it's dangerous. In my experience, the average American seems to have no idea what "drugs" are or do, only a vague impression that they are somewhat like rabies and cause people to become indiscriminately violent and dangerous towards everyone around them.

At my first college there was a restaurant downtown that everyone said was "a front for human trafficking." Even professors would say this. Despite the widespread nature of this rumor, it never seemed to occur to anyone that this information could be actionable or that any authority could be informed about the presence of a human trafficking ring. It was just a fact; human trafficking networks were an assumed part of the everyday world, something that had to be avoided like potholes in the road.

I think about these things a lot.

It is extremely beneficial for a number of industries, as well as certain politicians, for white people — and this is specific to white people — to believe that they are in life threatening danger at any given minute and it matters. It is critical to understand that this issue is extraordinarily racialized, and that the industries and politicians benefiting from making white people afraid are relying upon existing and worsening racial stratification in the US to fill their coffers, or provide them with power or both, and enjoying the knock on harms this does to the BIPOC, immigrant, unhoused and SUD communities adjacent to these needlessly terrified white folks.

77% of Americans believe that crime is increasing. While we don’t have a race breakdown of the numbers, we do have a political breakdown of the numbers, which is just as good, honestly. 92% of Republicans believe that crime is going up but only 58% of Democrats do.

In reality, every kind of crime has been decreasing for the last several years except auto theft. The murder rate fell between 2022 and 2023 at the steepest rate ever in history, and property crime is at its lowest rate since 1961. 

The most dangerous thing in the world to that woman in the video is the husband she locks herself in with every night.



Closing all your blinds and turning your lights off 24/7 like this is going to increase your chance of break-ins because there are a thousand times more people out there who want to break into your empty house and steal your TV, than people who want to assault a random stranger in their house

But to be fair those same people would probably be deterred by the door locks so it all evens out to a very expensive nothing I guess

It has got to be fucking exhausting living like that. Just 24/7 pants-pissing fear of NOTHING. Not to mention the psychological toll of thinking of yourself as so utterly helpless and useless.

Did notice she didn't have a gun in her precaution list, which is absolutely for the best in the big picture, but in the narrow picture of her shriveled little world, you know and I know WHY.

Hubby won't allow it.

And we all know why.

...The guy is Jigsaw meets the Joker, I don't like the guy but how does that not sound like something that'll work on TV or film?

Arcade? Almost forgot about him. man, comics are fun.

I mean, the giant pinball machines wouldn't work, but lethal traps based on pop culture are definitely doable.

And Arcade should be played by Eddie Izzard.

If anything, MurderWorld is more relevant than ever, given the retro-horror obsession with murderous animatronics and haunted amusement parks.

Arcade's also fun as a concept, because an assassin that guarantees your target a sporting chance isn't that common and satisfaction is absolutely not guaranteed.

You don't go to Arcade because you want someone to die, you go to Arcade because you want revenge. They may not die, but they are all but guaranteed to be psychologically battered, humiliated and traumatized. That's what you're paying for, the death is just icing on the cake.

Oh Chris, you wacky funster you...

Also, an oft overlooked touch that I forgot until now: 'pologize', 'li'l darlin's', 'rightously kind', 'lordy it's almost a shame', he's got a southern accent (or at least likes to put one on). Specifically of the tent preacher/patent medicine peddler variety.

There's a risk of him being conceptually redundant with Mojo, but Mojo is pretty high concept and overpowered for most adaptations, so in those cases he's the perfect substitute.

Plus, Arcade has the added advantage that he never needs a motivation. As long as anyone is willing to pay him to kill someone he's down to clown, and you can get extra mileage because those clients can have specific requests for themes and traps.

I find it incredible that Hades 1 & 2 has Aphrodite, who is just straight up a busty naked lady, and she's not even the character people are most horny about. She might not even be in the top 10

The world needs 3D printer files of these

A helping hand

BABY OH MY GOODNESS

CONTENT

Baby did it……

fire emblem mod that changes the player phase animation to say “FUCK AROUND” and the enemy phase one to say “FIND OUT”. is this anything

ok

Fun way to blind yourself at home:

1- Obtain a metal pencil sharpener

2- Put it on a gas-powered burner and turn it on

3- Do not look away no matter what

a couple of questions.

Metal pencil sharpeners are sometimes made of a magnesium alloy, which is actually flammable!

Here's what a magnesium fire looks like:

huh.

mentally i am here

I've been following the director of Fallout: New Vegas on twitter for a few years now and I can't emphasise enough that this dude is really good at posting