Two stories of public transportation:
This all looks promising, until DOdGE kills all of it.
Did you know the first bus service was started by Blaise Pascal?
It was doing fine and expanding, until it was plutocratcized.
Two stories of public transportation:
This all looks promising, until DOdGE kills all of it.
Did you know the first bus service was started by Blaise Pascal?
It was doing fine and expanding, until it was plutocratcized.
That Grendel is adorable. It’s giving me strong Teddy vibes.
I had to stop watching about 10 or so minutes in, it was that depressing to me.
Charles’ silhouette is not nearly as distinctive as Elizabeth’s. It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn’t looking at some white blob.
Apt description?
Beowulf should know better than to try to shoulder-throw someone that much taller than him.
It was more of an arm throw.
True, I got my vocab wrong – but either way he’s not nearly grounded enough.
What is he, a light fixture?
As with electricity, ground path is of prime importance in a fight.
He should’ve gone into vivisection, as animals trust him. (i just watched the movie a week or so ago).
The Eeyore of Baked Goods!
Actually, it looks like he’s got Grendel in an armlock (note the position of Grendel’s right elbow and hand), and is about to either use that leverage to break his arm, or trip him onto his face (or kick him in the jimmy).
Or rip it off and hang it on the wall.
Not as interesting as this —
— is how I heard about her. A subject in one of Joe Frank’s radio show/projects was “Two Babes”, one of his non-fiction offerings, in the case of the show, two women, friends, exchanging true stories about their lives. One has a son who had a garage band whimsically named “Squirrel Tooth Alice”, so named because the band members thought it was cool. The son’s grandmother, Alice, learning of the band name, went ballistic, accusing her grandson of using the name in order to insult her, and accusing her daughter of being complicit in the “scheme”. It led to a huge fight where the grandmother declared that she had always hated her, something that did not come as a shock to her daughter. All of that because of a band name.
My Grandma was right. People are nuts, and you never know what they’ll do next.