It's the same girl, well not really. Cause ones got four fingers on her right hand and the others got six on the left. Almost there AI
Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Or perhaps their parents and grandparents are from Nagasaki.It's the same girl, well not really. Cause ones got four fingers on her right hand and the others got six on the left. Almost there AI
My 400k included interest, just forgot to list. My point is, .gov views it as profit. If it were a business, I closed after the first year.
Oh I get it. We just got fucked not being able to do a 1031 due to complications.
Anyone know what this is? Found in my neighborhood while walking the dog.
Complications, screw the homeowner, communism, whatever. I think you can deduct renovations, but interest, even more so now, eats up most profits.
First thing I thought was NAS Cubi Point broke lose
Rough draft (pic) right now. Gotta redo or find a bigger picture to cover bigger screen area for maximum visibility...
GLARING historical inaccuracy spotted in the History Channel drama 'Vikings'.
King Aethelwulf's Anglo Saxon army vs. 'The Great Heathen Army' led by Ivar the Boneless. 800s AD. Those helmets worn by Aethelwulf's soldiers are pikemens' and musketeers' "pots". They would not come about until the mid-late 1600s. 19th century paintings of the Salem Witch Trials and the founding of Plymouth and Roanoke Colonies showed soldiers wearing these types of helmets, which evolved from the earlier comb morion to add a flared backpiece giving the wearer more protection around the sides of the face and the neck from rapier and saber blows. They were worn with a cuirass and ammunition bandolier for a matchlock or wheel lock arquebus. The helmets during Aethelwulf's time would only be either a conical helmet with a nasal guard and a mail coif, or just a plain rounded steel cap with or without the coif. How did this get by the editing teams?
Phhtt! Like filmmakers really care about historical accuracy. Most are pushing some agenda or another and hope that you’re not smart enough to notice.
LOL, at this point I am just glad that 'Vikings' did not contain trannies, climate propaganda, and "equality and inclusion" spiels...
What likely happened was that a whole bunch of diversity hires on the team with absolutely no knowledge of history quickly thumbed through some reference books and happened to land on England's arms and armor section from the 1600s and went "HEY! THESE LOOK "ENGLISH". WE'LL EQUIP THE ENGLISH ARMY WITH THESE". And they were probably in one of those metro-area Tudor and Georgian regional armories that contained a whole bunch of helmets from the time readily available. To find period accurate Saxon, Norse, and Norman gear, you would have to look in the more rural and obscure places, most of it on the small towns of the eastern coast and north near/in Scotland where more emphasis is placed on preserving the culture of the Viking era. The guys over there faithfully reenact many of the battles from the Viking to the early Plantagenet period every year and hold living history events much like our Colonial Williamsburg. Last edited:
YES!!! Found the perfect background. DONE!
We have all worked with this guy. Some of us are that guy.
This sent me down a rabbit hole for the last 10 minutes or so. Apparently this was made by cotton branch custom. He specializes in SBSs and by the looks of it does amazing work. Here's his instagram page - and more of his work
Are those the brass cased shotgun rounds?
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-treeThe village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands,
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long;
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We all know the guy on here who's car this is.
I would expect BMWs to have fancier controls.
I swear they are all fucking retarded...
