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Yeah, and Detroit’s been getting better too. But there are still areas like Hunt’s Point and Tremont in NYC that are bad.  There are always going to be places where the crime goes when it gets squeezed out of the other places.

I saw your other comment after I made that reply... Southfield used to have crazy bad crime but it’s much better now. Maybe they’re still armored from the bad old days of 2006.

Southfield’s definitely been improving - it used to have super high crime rates, but now it’s pretty much at US Average (higher property crime, lower violent crime). Maybe it’s a holdover from 10 years ago when crime was sky-high there.

Depends where you are. Midtown is certainly much nicer now, but there are places you don’t want to be... just like in Los Angeles or New Yawk or any other major city.

Yeah, he could have called the cops immediately. It’s Detroit so maybe they’d show up two hours later (response to actual shootings takes almost an hour), but he could have tried.

My guess on that was because it’s Detroit - and you don’t leave your little armored bulletproof booth with just enough of a bent slot to slide cash through.   If he’s just a worker it’s not worth leaving the booth to get shot or knifed.

No big surprise here - as noted, gas pumps are as staggeringly insecure as medical devices are. They Just Don’t Care until it costs them (the manufacturers, not the gas stations) enough money.

The Real Problem is that people who are walking while texting and facebooking aren’t getting injured nearly enough.  Just wait for the next light.

Manspreading is mostly about pinching from bad fitting pants and underpants.  1950s lacked everyone being fat and skinny jeans for those who weren’t fat.  Which, okay, score two more for 1951.

I love that part of it. They’re not cackling like hens about ‘And then SHE said... ... OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE IT CLUCK cluck cluck cluck’ or baying like hyenas about ‘this bangin’ chick I almost did last night at this party but she was a bitch because she wouldn’t talk to me’. We can actually talk at a normal

Clickhole is specifically designed to be The Onion for Dumb People, cranking out somewhat plausible articles to be shareable on social media by credible twits. It’s a play to get in on the Buzzfeed and Upworthy market.

Okay, you got ‘Why Do All These Homosexuals Keep Sucking My Cock’ and ‘Fuck It, We’re Doing Five Blades’ (a lot of these would be quite prescient. I’ve got a real soft spot for Smoove B (it got old after a while but for a bit it was gold)

Netflix are still bleeding money - they’re finance and investor darlings on the hope of monopoly, like Uber (not to say they’re sleazy and terrible like Uber).

Guaranteed the wrong size, but I guess you’d be crazy to do something as gauche as actually wear your sneakers when shoe collectors will pay out the nose.

Normal growth rate is 3.5mm/mo for fingernails and 1.6mm/mo for toenails.

I’m blaming bacteria / fungus / virus from the last person who used the pool, because there’s no way those fish have enough power to do significant damage to the nail matrix - especially on every single toe.

In addition to what everyone else is saying, they’re generally extreeemely repetitive, even compared to shonen stuff which can be pretty darn repetitive.

The Chio-chan’s School Road manga is really good, but what I’m seeing from the anime looks a little worrying with the simplified character designs - because half the fun is the overly-detailed reaction panels.  Guess we’ll see.

It’s only going to get worse. If you think Isekai is bad in anime, it’s a hundred times worse in manga and light novels, and that’s where most anime comes from now. We’re only seeing the front wave. And don’t forget being hit by the truck.

I played W1 after W3 and I enjoyed it... but only by a) using joy2key to make a decent gamepad control setup for it, b) completely cheating through it. Otherwise I would have given up again out of boredom in the interminable starting swamp area (and it does get better, so I would have missed some good stuff).