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blissfulblossom16 · 1 hour ago
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freddyfazzbellz · 1 month ago
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ugh maybe i wish i lived in zoviet russia so i could live in an apartment like thiz :( i need to move out soon if fucking hate my parentz
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garblixdligzoog · 4 months ago
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…Hello..? Where ix.. everybody..?
(Kiraxi had trouble seeing most likely because of the substance, she didn’t have eyes, or a face anymore)
Dang.. thix xubxtance..
(Kiraxi is trying not to let the substance that took over her body drip onto the floor.)
Trying.. not to let thix.. fall to the floor-
(Kiraxi herself then falls to the floor)
..ow.
Hmm... i'm not zure what to do. maybe there iz a zolution to thiz ztrange goo?
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lower-management · 5 months ago
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Zo, demonz had no clue which filez could be moved and which couldn't. Zolution? Notez ztating that.
We might now need notez on which of thoze notez I can juzt burn and which I actually have to rezpect.
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puppypop5 · 2 years ago
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the governmentz runnin out of money ?? that muzt zuck!! i have a zolution.
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t4tdanvis · 11 months ago
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FIND A BETTER FUCKING ZOLUTION OW
WHAT TJE FUCK THEZEUS PUCNHED ME ZO HARD I CAM (MOZTLY) ZPEAK AHAIN
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wigglepiggle · 2 years ago
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zimple zolution juzt do not anzwer the anonz . then u will not hit pozt limit
I know i just had to yell at nintendo wii again /j
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nonbinaryshotgunman · 3 years ago
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Shaved ice and train for any of your OCs? (Can be multiple!)
⚡Gonna uze Arianna
Arianna, being a teenager, keepz a lot of itemz from when zhe waz little, namely her firzt zpellbook. If zhe lozt thiz zhe wouldnt panic, but zhe'd be BOUND AND DETERMINED to find it again, turning the local townzhip upzide down.
And her zolution to the trolley problem? Run over the 5, not only iz her loved one alive, thatz 5 new undead minionz! [Zhez a necromancer] ⚡
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homezolutions-blog · 6 years ago
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crescent-coral-base · 2 years ago
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"Trriangles again?! Your zolution to everyzink ist trriangles!!! TRRIANGLES!!!"
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anoncatfishes · 6 years ago
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the “Zolution” blog I sent in about is re-usernamed as Zalium now
thank ya!
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blissfulblossom16 · 1 day ago
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Signal Steps Up New Video Call Features to Compete with Zoom and Google Meet
Video calls have become a big part of our daily lives, whether in school, chatting with friends, or connecting with family. Apps like Zoom and Google Meet have made it easy to see and talk to people even if they’re far away. Another popular app called Signal is joining the competition by introducing new video call features. These updates could make Signal even better for people who care about privacy and want more options for video calling. Let’s explore what Signal is, what’s new with its video calls, and why these updates are exciting!
Signal’s New Move: Competing with Zoom and Google Meet
Recently, Signal announced big updates to its video call features. Until now, Signal was mainly known for its secure messaging, but it wants to give users more ways to connect, especially through video calls... READ MORE
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skincareserny · 5 years ago
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#@%^& 2x Zolution Melasma Clear Cream Reduce Dark Spots Acne Nourish Skin Brightening https://ift.tt/2ZJO22c
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supertheoristking · 6 years ago
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Hybrid Mobile Application Developer
Hybrid Mobile Application Developer
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lower-management · 3 months ago
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Before coming to me pull your eyez out of your azs[figuratively in mozt cazez] and zee that your problem haz a very zimple zolution, becauze if you don't I will perzonally grab you and turn you inzide out from the mouth [literally, in all cazez].
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bastardtravel · 7 years ago
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November 25, 2017. Vienna, Austria.
There’s really no missing the Pestsäule. The 60-foot baroque monstrosity juts up out of the center of the Graben like an ornate middle finger to God. It’s actually emperor Leopold I delivering on his side of one of those pleading prayer bargains we’ve all done. Leo’s was “Please, let the plague stop. I swear I’ll build you a really dope art phallus right in the middle of the city, just stop killing everyone.”
The Plague Column is also called the Trinity Column due to its three sides, each one presumably representing some aspect of the tripartite God.
About a block away is the Stock im Eisen, or staff in iron. That’s misleading, it’s not a staff, it’s a tree trunk full of nails, kept in a tube that makes it totally immune to photography.
I did what I could. Now, you might be asking, “Why is there a protected chunk of tree, full of nails, on a street corner in Vienna?” Good question. I’d love to answer it, but it doesn’t seem like anyone can. Every website has a different interpretation of the Stock im Eisen‘s history, and the locals who were attempting to explain its significance to their visiting friends were telling conflicting stories.
Here’s what I’ve pieced together. In the Middle Ages, nail trees (Nagelbäume) were used by craftsmen, or anyone else with nails, for good luck. This particular nail tree had something to do with the Devil. There’s a ballet about it by Pasquale Borri, so if anyone more sophisticated than me can check that out and report back, I’d appreciate it.
There was a locksmith who wanted to marry his master’s daughter, or maybe he just wanted to be the greatest locksmith who ever lived. Dude shot for the stars. So he calls Mephistopheles out of Prague, who shows up on a FlixBus a few hours later. The locksmith sells his soul in exchange for just a really, fuckin’, top-notch padlock. It’s amazing. He puts that on the tree and issues challenges to either his master in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage, or to all the locksmiths of the world in exchange for World Locksmithing Supremacy. Since the Devil made the lock, nobody could crack it, and he lived happily ever after until he burnt in Hell. The tree remains with a lock on it to this day, and also full of nails, for some reason.
This is confirmed bullshit. They looked into the padlock and it’s empty, there’s no tumblers or anything in there. It would pop right open. Maybe that’s why the whole thing’s behind the bulletproof glass.
Well, that was most of center city, barring museums and palaces. I sidled all the way across town to the Freud Museum.
  I thought it was interesting, but Freud was what got me through college. I’d read the bulk of his debunked wackadoo theories long before I got “higher educated”, and since every class in undergrad wanted to beat both Freudian and Pavlovian dead horses as much as possible, I got to recycle the same paper, with subtle stylistic changes, something like ten times.
My favorite, bar none, was a History and Systems project where we were required to adopt the persona of our chosen theorist and have an open debate with the rest of the class. We got extra credit for accents, props, and convincing portrayal. I shaved my scruff into an approximation of his beard and showed up to class with a grape White Owl in my mouth and a baggie full of flour smeared around my nose. The only Austrian accent I’d ever heard at that point was the Terminator’s, so that was how Freud talked. I sat next to B.F. Skinner, as portrayed by a gorgeous little ghoul with dichromatic eyes, and we became a vitriolic tempest of condescending reductionism, laying waste to anyone fool enough to have chosen a humanistic or positive psychologist. The Carl Rogers surrogate got the worst flaying. I think he might still be institutionalized.
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speaking of my college
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hoo i heard that
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Siggy’s personal necromancy cabinet. easily puts mine to shame, but the museum did keep repeating that his three great passions were “traveling, smoking, and collecting”
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I laughed so hard and so inappropriately at that adorable picture of Carl Jung. Look at him go! With his little hat, and his little disapproving frown!
I love Jung, I think his work is interesting, if convoluted, arcanist rambling, but I wasn’t prepared for this. From here on out, I’m never gonna be able to think of Freud and Jung as anything but Germanic Rick and Morty.
On my way back to the hostel, I located the only grocery store in Vienna (I’d been looking) and picked up a box of juice brand named “Munter und Aktiv”. Well, I got half of that. I asked Google Translate and it said Munter means “blithely”. I recognized this as impossible. I activated my German field agent and she told me it’s a mixture between happy and awake and active. Well, we already have active. I asked the lady at the hostel desk, planning on averaging all these translations into one definitive Munter.
“It is like waking up with coffee in the morning,” she said. “Like chipper.”
“All right, thank you.”
She asked me if I still had my key card. I said I did.
“Good work,” she told me. She seemed serious, but she may have just been possessed of the Wiener Grant.
“Do people lose them a lot? Is that a big problem here?” I asked, blithely. Munterly.
“No, no problem. We don’t have problems here,” she said, then she honest to God slapped the table and shouted in the thickest, most Germanic accent I’ve ever heard, “VE HAVE ZOLUTIONS!”
She laughed after and clarified that she was just kidding, but I was deer-in-the-headlights frozen. One of those disbelieving grins, you know? When what’s going on… can’t be what’s actually going on.
I know we have a sad little Nazi party movement in America, but realistically that’s like 40 lonely dudes with bad haircuts who get way too much media coverage. In much of Europe, they seem mighty sorry for World War II. The Mahnmal in the heart of Vienna is a good indicator, but there’s more going on than monuments, culturally. The aforementioned German girl is currently crossing eastern Europe and self-inflicting a sort of guilt tour (or Schuldtour). Warsaw and Auschwitz, that I’m aware of. Die Madchen ist haunted.
(As a quick aside, I looked up the German word for ‘haunted’, and, unbelievably, it is spukt. Go ahead. Say it out loud. Spukt. This fuckin’ language, man.)
In the Athens flea market, after divulging her nationality to an antique dealer for reasons I will never understand, he rolled out a bunch of old Nazi medals.
“You want?”
She literally backpedaled, shielding her face like a tall, rigid vampire from an iron cross. But she went on to tell me that there are people back in Germany — in America, we’d call them hicks — that love that kind of thing.
The modern nationalism necessary to breed either sentiment is lost on me, but I don’t think that’s because I’m an American. I’m just not much of a joiner.
A final, weird note, and the last Hitler point I plan on making: the Indian guy told me that Hitler is sort of fondly remembered in India and China. In the course of the war, Germany did a lot of damage to Great Britain, and India is still carrying a pretty understandable grudge against their former imperial taskmasters.
I sat down and collected myself until my chronic and intractable antsiness returned, then I figured I’d go check out the craft beer bar half a mile away. I hadn’t eaten in six or seven hours, so that seemed like the ideal time. They had a Bier dem Wochen flight for the cost of a regular half-pint, so I got that. They brought me 4 beers, all from Anchor Brewing, which I learned from a hipster’s t-shirt is in San Francisco.
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welp
The Steam beer must be called that because that’s what it tasted like. The stout was palatable, in a cream soda kind of way. I downed it and ordered a local imperial stout called Der Schnittenfahrt from a company called Brauwork. Hilarious though that may sound, it means “cut drive”, and washing down a flight with it on an empty stomach was perhaps ill advised.
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“schnittenfahrt” tho
The bar was very excited about rugby. Ireland vs Argentina. I didn’t know who they were rooting for, but they were rooting for them with all their heart. I went to the bathroom and laughed so hard I scared a dude.
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now that’s opulence
That was enough for one night. I had a bus to catch the next morning. I stumbled back to my hostel and passed out. I slept like a rock, except for at around 3 AM when I was awake just long enough to see the dude in the opposing bunk sit up like a mummy, slam his face into the wood support of the bunk over him, and release a long, low-pitched, closed-mouthed moan. It was sort of like a cow mooing, but in slow motion. Absolutely fantastic.
The next morning I threw all my stuff into my bag and wrote in the kitchen until my Brazilian DJ friend rejoined me, looking much worse for wear.
“Bunch of bastards,” he told me out of nowhere.
“Huh?”
“The club I played at,” he spat. “Didn’t pay me a DIME. Bastards. Didn’t even give me free drinks. I had four beers, and they charged me.”
I shook my head. “Animals. Well, chalk it up to experience, I guess.”
He made a vague allusion to being all about peace and love. I shook his hand, wished him well, and headed for the door.
Oh, right. The bus was to Bratislava, and hoo boy, do I got some stories for tomorrow.
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    heard yo mama in the movies
Love,
The Bastard
Vienna: Phallic Fixations November 25, 2017. Vienna, Austria. There's really no missing the Pestsäule. The 60-foot baroque monstrosity juts up out of the center of the Graben like an ornate middle finger to God.
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