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When building the Golden Gate Bridge, the lead structural engineer Joseph Strauss insisted on the installation of a safety net even though its $130,000 (equivalent to over $2.7 million today) cost was deemed exorbitant. The safety net was suspended beneath the bridge’s floor during the construction of the roadway. It was made of manila rope and extended 10 feet out from the trusses on each side, providing a wide buffer to catch any workers who fell.

This net saved the lives of 19 men, who later formed the “Halfway to Hell Club.” The net also boosted worker morale and increased productivity because the crew felt more secure while working at great heights.

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damn girl nice chitinous exoskeleton (<- CLEARLY JEALOUS)

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One thing I think comic books are missing is the collection of vaguely weird student and professional artists that would be sending polite but occasionally unhinged requests to every super-powered human known to the public.

"Hey, Superman, I wrote seven secrets on this, can you quick compress it between these two bits of metal so it's hidden forever?"

"Hey Spider-Man, would you be down to just like, web the hell out of the inside of this cardboard box? I've been gathering your stuff from crime scenes but it'd be awesome to have some clean samples." "Hey Batman, can you... you know what, never mind. Hey Robin could you stick this to the highest point in Gotham? I swear it's biodegradable."

"Hey Wonder Woman, I know the Greeks don't *technically* do holy water but can you do some kind of blessing on this bottle? It's for a project." "Hey Flash, can you vibrate for me in the studio so I can cut the sounds into a track?"

"Hey, Green Lantern, you don't happen to know the Pantone shade of your ring, do you?" I am sure someone's going to point me at some kind of existing example but I really feel like this should literally be happening constantly.

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opposite of a wife guy im a my friends guy. oh you like that flower thats crazy my friend literally gardens. oh you ate a bagel today thats crazy when i hung out with my friend we got bagels. oh you took a walk by some water that's crazy because a year ago me and my friend took this specific walk by the water and it was meaningful. phone screen of my friends. always talking about my friends. starting to think nobody else has my friends in the same way that i have my friends and im really sorry about that you know what i mean

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INDEED.COM IS A BASTION OF DECEPTION AND DEVILRY

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Not my sky [ 11 colors ]

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Every single time I see a take that amounts to "if you write about X happening, or like fiction where X happens, you like X" I'm reminded of this one time I was at a casual friends house as a young kid. We were in her room, pretending to "be orphans" escaping from an evil orphanage and having to take care of each other and fend for ourselves. It was all very Little Orphan Annie/All Dogs Go to Heaven and based on the 80s pop media.

And this girl's mom comes in, hears what we're playing and gets all MAD and UPSET. She says that if we play act something, it's because we want it to happen. So her daughter must WANT HER TO DIE.

First off lady, we were 6 year year olds, so take it down several notches. We barely had a concept of mortality for fucks sake. She made us feel so guilty and ashamed, because she was taking our game personally.

Now I have a 5 year old. And sometimes she looks at me and says "pretend you're dead, and I have to -" Whatever it is. Some adult task she's assigned herself.

And it's just so transparently obvious that she's practicing the idea of having to do things on her own. Which is exactly what 5 year olds are supposed to do. I actually find it very flattering that the only way she can envision me not being available to help her is to be literally deceased. Otherwise, obviously, she wouldn't have to do scary hard things alone.

It's a natural coping mechanism. She's self-soothing about what would happen if I wasn't there by play-acting independence in a perfectly safe environment. She's also practicing skills she needs, and making up excuses for practicing them on her own, without taking on the responsibility of being able to do them by herself all the time yet.

Humans mentally rehearse bad this in their brains all the time. We can do that by ruminating- going over worries over and over again, which tends to lead to anxiety and helplessness and depression. Or we can do it with a sense of play- by recognizing that the fiction is fiction and we can dip our toe into these experiences and expose ourselves to bad things without actually being injured.

My daughter does not want me dead. And I don't want bad things to happen in real life. But fiction and pretend help me face the horrors of the world and think about them without collapsing or messing myself up mentally.

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If I was in a fanfiction and started coughing up flowers while working at a flower shop (because this is a flower shop au) I would NOT connect my crush on the tattoo artist next door to the flower cough situation. I would freak the fuck out and think the pollen at work was doing some Last of Us shit to me, quit my job and move FAR away. inadvertently my flame for the tattoo artist would fade with distance, solving my hanahaki situation and proving my 'the flowers were trying to turn me into a plant zombie' theory

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bell mare - david crawford

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(opens the ancient texts) (coughs from the dust) (starts reading) "never use an app for a site you can access via firefox mobile with ublock"

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All eyes on you

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Well i think the short guy should top

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Obsessed with the idea of a “Mediterranean diet” that accurately reflects the habits of my Spanish/Italian/Portuguese colleagues

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Pinterest in your email: you stupid fat fucking cunt. It’s you again huh. We literally just deleted another disgustingly vile and heinous post that YOU pinned. Doesn’t matter that it’s not originally yours. You interacted with it didn’t you? Didn’t you fatty? We don’t allow this despicable behavior. You’re sick. Please take some of your precious fucking jobless time to go through your tacky Pins and remove any that may conflict with our pristine policies or we may take further action against your flop account. God I wanna fucking kill you.

Thanks,

The Pinterest Team

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this could be the snart of something big