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God-ancestors of sailing.

That still doesn't get you anywhere near to South America.

Those guys were pretty much the god-ancestors of sailing.

With this many sights I'll be sure to hit something!

No, that's pretty bespoke*. I'd say the Toyota Hilux equivalents are those shitty fibreglass skiffs with a Japanese outboard bolted to the back. * Fun fact: When I had a holiday in Zanzibar (many years ago) I was lucky enough to stay right next to an honest-to-god dhow-making shipyard. Their biggest model cost about $3000 and was made entirely from Rhodesian Teak imported from the mainland.

Minions: A searing indictment of the underground sadomasochistic sex scene in New York, this drama deserves to be watched but is almost impossible to enjoy. The plot is a loose-spun thing following the lives of three underage professional subs as they are drawn, each in their own way, into the maelstrom of depravity and violence that characterised the pre-2008 sex underground of the city. Each is, in his own way, on the run from their past and hopeful for a better future. As they are to discover, however, there are pitfalls and predators aplenty in the greed-soaked streets. From there the plot unfolds like something out of a nightmare or particularly cruel folk story, a surreal dream which seems designed to strike directly at the views through the characters they are forced to empathise with. Each of the three main characters (Robert, Stephan and Carlos - although you'd have to watch the credits to even spot this detail) have their own stories woven into the film by means of divergent stylistic elements: hypersaturated colour aping early technicolour films, a chiaroscuro style in over-contrasting black-and-white, and hand-drawn animation. These elements, which were used to such dramatic effect in the trailers, do unfortunately bog down the already bloated plot by making the visual narrative incoherent at times. However, when they do all come together (in a scene which I simply refuse to spoil but which every theatre goer will recognise on sight) the effect is astounding. A stirring score by James Horner (his last and left deliberately unfinished) certainly adds to the emotional gut-punch of the climax. Overall, the film is sometimes artless in its references and homages. It is also, as mentioned, strangely paced and often incoherent. But the story and characterisation, along with superb performances by Steve Coogan, Pierre Coffin, Michael Keaton and Sandra Bullock (whose scene-stealing cameo deserves, again, not to be spoiled) lift it from the mire. If you can stick through it to the end, this film will then reward you by breaking your heart.

Having a point of comparison on either end would be good. I'm thinking an AR and a garand. I'm going back and forth on whether they should get their own user or just get trotted out in some tests.

The Saudi armed forces, like most palace guards, are exponentially better at killing the local peasants and helpless bystanders than they are at fighting armed folk. Expect lots of reprisals dressed up as failed precision strikes.

Its the sensitivity/specificity issue, basically.

Apparently the FBI did come up with a really accurate profile for would-be spree killers. The problem was that it applied to something like 1% of the population. You'd have to arrest a lot of angry young men before you could stop these things that way.

Did you intentionally arrange them from prettiest to ugliest? In any case, something like LoooSer's suggestion sounds pretty good. Getting your candidates to lug the rifle and a simulated load of ammunition around for a day hike also sounds like a good idea.

For more recent movie: bounty killer was absolute shit but nonetheless rather endearing for some reason. You can play a lethal drinking game called 'spot when they couldn't afford blanks'

And of course it's painted in tacticool black. Throw in a yokel on an top-mounted .50 cal and you're set.

Woof, just realised that my English was stronk with that title. Oh well, too busy sperging over whether I could build a pendulum and hydrostat control unit at home to care.

Torpedoes, am I right? I mean, they're essentially 19th-century steampunk guided missiles: all miniature steam engines (hellooo wet heaters), gleaming brass and mechanical control systems. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epvEyiVby9A Amazingly, these things have spend a productive 150-year career being worked on and refined, and still haven't gone out of style. Best of all, they do this: Share your love for the torpedo here.

Part of the problem is that when all the old hands come from one group they tend to pick people like themselves to raise up. And of course the best way to get skills and cred is to come up under an old hand. Good example: tech companies in SA. They often have massive amounts of (white) women in them all the way to the top, because our oppression was much more obsessed about keeping black kids out of universities than women. Two guesses as to the people who aren't well represented in tech company board rooms here yet.

Salmon is one of those impossible-to-fuck-up meats. I envy you.

There aren't patty moulds in the US?

Case in point: compare the Russian Empire during WWI and the USSR during WWII. One actually got less repressive and more liberal during the war.

Not democracy, legitimacy. A society doesn't have to be completely democratic (again, see WWI combatants) but it does have to have buy-in from the mass of people. Democracy isn't a panacea, but it tends to makes societies more legitimate.

Per my earlier arguments, it seems like both sides are wanting special treatment. Lots of waah waah waah, very little attempting to honestly ask what standards should be set and sticking to them. All of which leads to the reducto-ad-absurdum of one side arguing for quotas and the other trying to assert that the soldiery should all be supermen. Actual soldiers seem to be the most level-headed here. Which, frankly, should say it all.

A pre-industrial society, maybe. In the modern era you're either going to be able to soak the casualties and rebound on increased numbers of kids (see: continental combatants in WWI) or you're going to see everyone die in a fire irrespective of gender. We're long since in the era were social cohesion matters more for prosecuting a war than breeding rate. So the society which is most cohesive will win. I've been reading Tooze's Deluge, which forcefully makes that point and allies it to the idea that the legitimacy which comes with more democratic and inclusive forms of government was actually one of the things allowing the combatants of the first world war to fight as long as they did. And if you look at who crumbled and who stayed in till the end, this point becomes intuitively obvious. A society can, of course, change over to something like polygyny after a war. I just don't think it provides any advantage to a society not already set up along those lines. It certainly hasn't been the case that monogamous marriage societies have switched over to polygamy as a way of buffering population. Instead, the simply end up collecting plenty of 'spare' woman who can't marry.

I am well out of my league here - we generally mock the idea of 'jelly' as its own thing. For peanut butter; the favourite local variety is called black cat and (if served with anything) is paired with golden syrup. Preferably on fresh white bakery bread. For myself; I'm fond of butter and honey on fresh home-made bread.

From the outside it just looks like an exercise in trying to juggle ungainly fractions. Metric system = best system.

Bush-free = itchy as fuck. Al Gore fans take note.