About 20 years ago I read a grim book about plane crashes. They claimed that the number 1 predictor of crash survivability on commercial craft was being a male between the ages of 20 and 50. They're apparently much better equipped to claw and climb over the other passengers on the way out.
Grim. I fly a lot and think about it at least every other trip.
That's some classic cat & wire deterrent advice. Needs to be repeated for every new member of the pride, but it works.
Exactly as you describe.
That scene in the pilot episode of Lost. That's why.
Same here. "First names of baseball players with one extra letter?" Never.
I'm feeling pretty good today though, because I avoided the fake out "film crew" category. (Best boy, gaffer, etc)
That kid went for the performance and absolutely nailed it.
Maybe they could chat about their hobby? Sounds like a fine afternoon on the veldt.
I always hear the same thing. He's the sweetest dog ever. He would never hurt a fly.
And it's always true until one day it just isn't. My cousin's large dogs would always growl and threaten my husband (who is admittedly nervous around dogs). Every fucking holiday it was the same thing after one of the dogs corners him. "He never does this." Except every year, he does.
One of those dogs finally snapped one day. No humans were physically injured that day, but two people - including a young child had to witness it. We think she doesn't remember, thankfully.
very sad outcome for another pet
One of their smaller dogs was attacked and killed by the Rottie. They had him put down as well after that.
I fully blame idiot cousin Jimmy and his idiot wife, but crap.
I don't know, man. What does this Ethel chopping job pay? /s
I just get the feeling that these kids aren't the type who are worried about where their next meal is going to come from. Or in other words, they're hobbyists and the military was never going to be an option.
I can smell it.
*Easy answers *Lack of self-reflection ("are we the badies?") *reflexive reactionary impulse ("I say throw the bums out!") when external pressures make life tough
I've got many people in my life who would fit one or more of these generalizations. I'm sure it's a vast tapestry.
My mom got hissing mad when one of her friends told her that WalMart wasn't a good place to be shopping. That was 20 years ago.
Roy is great. He's no Moss, but he's great.
I'm sensitive to noise, and usually book late enough that the only seats available are in back. And fly at least once a month.
Absolutely decent noise cancelling headphones are available for under $70 US last time I bought some. Mine were called Q30 or something, and they were better than my Sennheisers from 2016-ish. Worth every bit. If one can afford a ticket, one can afford this one thing to make it less awful.