It’s the famously-hideous Marriott carpet from the Marriott Marquis in Atlanta. It grew in popularity amongst attendees of Dragon Con, to the point that carpet camo cosplays emerged:
The carpet was replaced in 2016, but the pattern remains embedded in the Dragon Con memetic memory, and the Cult of the Carpet lives on.
Elf…no ass
Excuse you…
You’ve got to subdivide those albums, comrade!
Ever seen the inside of an Aero bar?
Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death, Is the man who deceives his neighbor, And says, “I was only joking!”
Proverbs 26:18-19
Locks are to stop honest people.
And Zillions: Consumer Reports for Kids! I read up on which ice cream bars were the best for your money, which action figures were most durable, and why you should lobby your parents to give you an allowance to help teach you financial responsibility (I tried; my mom didn’t buy it).
Could have built ten brand new public schools.
Sent 25,000 kids to preschool.
Given 3,000 people full ride college scholarships.
But blowing the money up by accident is good too, I guess.
"Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?”
He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?” He said, “A Christian.” I said, “Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?” He said, “Protestant.” I said, “Me, too! What franchise?” He said, “Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?” He said, “Northern Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?”
He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?” He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region.” I said, “Me, too!”
Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?" He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912.” I said, “Die, heretic!” And I pushed him over."
–Emo Phillips
Google photos is alarmingly good at object and individual recognition. It’ll probably be used by the droid war killbots to distinguish “robot” from “human with bucket on head.”
Tbilisi or not Tbilisi, that is the question.
Nixon walked so that Reagan could run so that Dubya could do cartwheels so that Trump could shit himself all over the racecourse.
completely different animals, figuratively speaking (and sometimes, literally,
When railroading time comes you can railroad—but not before.
–Robert A. Heinlein, The Door Into Summer
I’m familiar with all of the technology involved, but I’m not sure about the applications you’re describing.
With a Have-A-Heart, the specific goal is live capture and release. There is no killing involved. The animal might be properly freaked out at the experience of being trapped, but that is specifically so as to permit an animal’s live relocation.
With a bolt gun, it’s meant to be used in a slaughterhouse scenario, which is a whole moral discussion of its own, but at bare minimum one wants the animals to be kept as calm as possible until the bolt gun is applied, because stressed out meat tastes worse than calm and placid up until the moment of death.
With hunting, the goal is to kill the target as cleanly as possible, preferably with a single bullet. That’s the Scenario A I’m describing above.
If one were hunting an animal with the intent of killing it, then a trap, followed by a knife or bolt gun, would maximize the terror felt by the animal to be killed. Sure, one may be putting less lead out in the environment, but at the cost of putting the animal through… almost the most appalling experience of death possible, with the admitted exception of a poorly-aimed bullet or arrow, followed by a wounded flight through the woods and slowly bleeding out.
So… if one’s absolute maximum goal is to reduce environmental lead, yes, that is one way to do it, but the moral implications of that method seem pretty rough.
Scenario A: You’re minding your own business, when a bullet passes through your heart/lungs and you’re dead in seconds.
Scenario B: You get caught in a trap and wait for hours for an ape with a knife or a bolt gun to come along and finish the job.
Honestly, if I were an animal, I’d prefer Scenario A.
When the righteous prosper, the city rejoices; when the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.
Proverbs 11:10
Jokes generally have to be true, on some relatable level, in order to be funny.