So there’s a lot of ways you can go with this. You can definitely find instrumentals of death metal bands, but you can also try something new.

Haggard is one of the best in symphonic metal, and while there’s still a stitch singer, imo they’re MUCH easier to understand.

Native Howl has slayer played by some country boys on banjo and guitar. They also do a bunch of their own stuff that sounds pretty wild. “Thrash grass” is one of their better albums and pretty accurately describes their flavor of fusion (thrash metal played in the style of bluegrass)

Older Arch Emeny stuff is also quite good, and having a pretty lady growling at me is a novel experience. Angela gossow also shows up in metalocalypse so that’s instant bonus points

Dethklok does pretty well at straddling the line between melodic/symphonic/death metal, and if you like the metal without Nathan explosion you can check out Brandon Small’s other stuff where he isn’t growling like a cartoon character.

Last but certainly not least is The Lord Weird Slough Feg. Exquisite technical metal wrapped up in an 80s/90s power metal package. I simp for Slough Feg wherever I can because it’s EXCELLENT metal that doesn’t get nearly enough recognition

Just like the “nice” Germans right around 1935 and 1940

The UK spent hundreds of years searching for and taking home all the culture they could due to specifically not having any culture whatsoever back home. They also used that culture like they used their spices, which is not at all. The English are a terrible example of humanity and should not be recognized as anything other than the barbarians they are.

Does establishing some kind of ancestry actually do anything? I did a whole report on my great great grandfather on my mother’s side and learned about the name and the clan. Still remember the motto and official plaid and all that jazz. Never once considered it’d ever be relevant to anything.

It is fun seeing “nec sorte, nec fato” pop up ocassionally tho.

I went through this with my cat a couple months ago. Had him for 15 and a half beautiful, fuzzy years. I’m just glad that everything hit him all at once in the last couple weeks of his life so it was really obvious his time had come. I held him sleeping on my chest for the last 5 or 6 hours before it was time. Now I’m all gucked up thinking about it.

Fuck cancer.

Skyrim did it first with dragons. Honestly I bought palworld specifically to spite shitendo and ended up pleasantly surprised by a very playable game. Shitendo is just mad that someone else did it better on a shoestring budget

Yes and no. The gravity of the sun will attract the rocket, but there are other things out in space besides the sun.

The problem then is other planets will start whipping the garbage rocket around who knows where. Could even come back around and smash into earth. Same problem with the sun, actually. It’s quite hard to hit something that’s that big when we’re this far away. If you miss even a fraction of a decimal of a degree, the trash rocket will swing around and you’re back to planetary hot potato.

It’s easier to sling the rocket past the south or north pole at a right angle to the solar plane. Up or down it’ll either keep going till it’s another suns problem or it joins the Oort cloud, which is kinda like a giant trash dump for everything that didn’t make it into our solar system when the sun formed.

You gotta fight the dick stuff with dick stuff. At least I know where my dick stuff has been

Carried. roscoe boofed that apple

Boofing an apple obvs

Your math ain’t mathing.

The stereotypical “9 to 5” is an 8 hour shift with a paid hour “lunch break”. This includes two 10-15 minute breaks, which are also paid. You come to work at 9, do work, take breaks, take lunch, and then leave at 5. That’s 8 hours.

My job is 8 to 430. I come in at 8, work till 12, then I have a half hour unpaid lunch. The unpaid lunch means I cannot be required to stay on site, which can happen with a paid lunch. Then from 1230 to 430 I work until I go home. There are two 10 minute paid breaks in there. I work 8 hours total in an 8.5 hour work day.

This one right here, commissar.

A tip i learned with my most recent cat is getting the food and water up off the floor. Helps them swallow better. And the flatter the plate you give them their food on, the better. Cats can be extremely fussy over anything touching their whiskers, so anything you can do to help them with that they’ll appreciate.

Scratch that. Reverse it. And on we go

That would be the wrong approach. First big problem is that cops or anyone else can wear gloves. Second, you aren’t really trying to prove who owned the drugs. You would be interested in proving that the space in which the drugs were found previously did not contain the drugs before the cops “found” them. That’s why bodycams are super important. Most evidence tampering cases boil down to “spot was clearly empty before cop mysteriously produces drugs from the same spot”

Actually the power of executive orders are very broad, and as of 2024, are beyond any limits of law. Official acts of a sitting president cannot be criminalized. He can absolutely order the FDA to immediately remove Marijuana from schedule 1 status, but he won’t. What carrot would Harris have to dangle in front of us at that point?

For context, yes, I’m a dem, and yes, I’m voting for Harris, but fuck me I’m tired of such transparent posturing.

I remember Biden running on a promise to federally decriminalized Marijuana. Never happened. Don’t expect it to happen under Harris either. Dumb cow laughs about locking up people for profit using less than a gram of weed.

Just had a talk about this exact topic in an interviewer today. Talked about how a growing number of companies on my resume no longer exist, and the guy interviewing me said he had the same thing. It’s a rough business world we live in. I’m not gonna hold the number of jobs a person has had against them. In fact, it speaks of experience. Not deep, but certainly wide.

First tip: we call them “hoods”. As in “drop the hood and get to welding”

A welding mask to me is one of those handheld jobbies my instructor used to use back in welding school. Think clipboard on a stick with a very dark piece of glass over a cutout in the middle.

Old “welding hoods” are literally that. A big leather hood that goes over your whole head with a little fixture to hold the welding lens over your face like snow goggles. They still make this style today for real heavy welding applications

Intellectual property as a concept is incompatible with the continued advancement of human knowledge. Before copyright and patenting, we still had trade secrets and sensitive information, and those things cost us insights into metalworking we are still slowly recovering to this day. We still can’t figure out how Roman’s stumbled upon some of their glass blowing breakthroughs, and we just recently figured out Roman concrete.

Capitalism didn’t invent greet, but it’s certainly allowed greed to flourish as a core precept of its design.