I’ve been wondering a lot about absurdist humour. Dan Carlin relates a story of an old Air Force colonel who
I’ve been wondering a lot about absurdist humour. Dan Carlin relates a story of an old Air Force colonel who
Lots of good articles on Canadian brutality in WW1 if you do a search. As for war crimes in particular, here’s one of many articles mentioning how Canadians killed prisoners of war:
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/the-forgotten-ferocity-of-canadas-soldiers-in-the-great-war
Birds are reptiles.
I mean, we’re kind of known for war crimes too. Was anyone in WW1 worse than the Canadians?
The Newborn. (“Crowning”)
Staaaahp! You and all your encouragement: you’re almost making me feel like I can do it today.
Vain fucking humans. How about it’s wrong to destroy Creation?
“Hurr durr raping Nature makes you ugly.”
… I’m feeling pretty cynical RN.
I mean, Mademoiselle Cochonne would be her own special kind of lady.
I encountered this when doing my master’s thesis. The data showed higher cattle use in very low density forest than in completely open areas. I wanted to follow that up to see why. I wondered if a bit of shade helped the forage stay green longer.
Holy shit! This dude’s pluralising in Greek!
Do you change the emphasis? da-ko-TANT?
The word used to describe Jesus’s occupation in Greek is ‘technōn’ (Mark 6:3), which means something like ‘builder’. In terms of etymological root, ‘technician’ might be closer. It commonly referred to carpenters, but also masons. There’s an argument to be made that with Roman involvement in the area there were a lot of Roman summer stone building projects, making it more likely Jesus was a mason than a carpenter.
Maybe he was a roofer?
That’s not too fair. Poor guy. Someone has to fight back. Are we sure it wasn’t self-defense? Maybe they were trying to sink his yacht?
You just happen to have a thurible at home? Just in case you want to celebrate the Divine Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom on a Tuesday afternoon and the house doesn’t smell quite right?
I’m not sure who you are, but I like your style.
“Vamipre”.
Ooh … If you could get one of those smoke throwers they use in churches (thurible) you could cense it.
That looks like mild nitrogen deficiency. Growing hydroponic herb requires a lot of nutrients. It’s not like regular houseplants because they get so much more light. To do a good job, you really need probably a three part fertiliser system. At the very least, a high nitrogen fertiliser for growth, and a high phosphorus/low nitrogen fertiliser for the flowering cycle (lights 12 hrs on/12 hours off).
HOWEVER, it looks like you are fairly close to finishing these. How many more weeks do you plan on going before you harvest them? It’s common in the last week or two to just give the plants pure water (no fert) to force it to use up excess nutrients in the plant itself. Anecdotally, too much fertiliser salts in the plant itself contributes to a harsh smoke. You may just choose not to worry about Mike noticed deficiency and enjoy the end product.
All in all, your plants look pretty healthy. I’d recommend doing some research on pruning for next time. You’ve got some pretty substantial lateral growth. Stems are a waste of effort… unless you’re shooting to make bespoke hemp.
Not sure you’ve given us enough context. Why would I feel the need to defend myself when someone asks me directions.
I have a suspicion you’re asking if someone questions my actions or something.
I’ve been wondering a lot about absurdism in humour. There are people who laugh when they see something disastrous happen, like a man reflexively trying to stop a cement truck from tipping and getting squashed dead. Or a recent news story of the only fatality in a school bus crash: it was an observer who got hit by a vehicle as he ran across the highway to see if the kids were ok. A lot of the time this laughing response to a disaster is interpreted as schadenfreude, but a good portion of the time I believe it’s absurdism.
We try so hard to have agency, to do something, but the World doesn’t give a fuck. You have two choices when shit goes so wrong: you can wail about the unfairness of it all, or you can laugh at the absurdity of our efforts in the face of the colossal chaos of it all. The laughter is stronger.
It’s interesting to me that some cultures seem to have absurd humour baked in. The Aussies and Kiwis seem to have it. They just make jokes about and laugh at the most horrific situations.