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Hello, hello! Guess who’s back with another translation? This is the first time I’ve physically wrote on a comic, so please excuse the amateurish editing. This comic is done by うさ仔(Usako)! I made sure to ask if it was okay to translate it first, and she was really nice about it ;; You can check out this comic over at this link.

I took a few liberties with the translation since some phrasings in this comic wouldn’t have worked as well in english. Please enjoy! If you have any corrections to make, please do leave a comment. I’m not exactly Japanese master over here.











Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles
and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!

If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is
boiling hot as well.

Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc.

Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil.
Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc.

Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this. 

Snopes confirms.

I’ve dealt with these before. If you find one:

  • Do not touch it
  • Do not touch it
  • Clear the area around it. It will explode on its own in time.
  • Once it explodes, do not make contact with the liquid inside. If needed, flush it away with large amounts of water.
  • Do not try to detonate it. You’ll probably be disfigured.

I’ve seen what these can do. The acidic liquid inside can strip the paint off a car.

when i visited vancouver these were everywhere. it’s not a fucking joke they’re actually scary

Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else

there was a bunch of these at disneyland

i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them. 

These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.

This shit is bad news


hoLY FUCKING SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? JESUS CHRIST! Please followers keep this in mind and do not touch those things. Fuck. I can’t believe that something like that even exists…





A few weeks ago I was feeling pretty down. I was having trouble with a person and I was feeling very underappreciated as an artist, and while I did have my problems, it pissed me a lot. But instead of feeling sorry for myself (for once) I started thinking about other great, awesome artists I followed who could be feeling even shittier and not believing in themselves.

I admire them; each one of them. Each had their own perks that made themselves and what they create special. And I realized that hell, I love being told what people like in my work. Not just “you’re so good”, but “I love the way you draw this and that”. At that moment, I really wished someone would come over and tell me that. How many other artists around weren’t feeling that way, at that moment?

So the messaging started. I never wrote a model message, they were all personal. And the answers were all personal too. People who responded sounded honestly happy someone took time to tell them what they admired in them, and told them never to give up no matter what. The ones who didn’t, well - I know they liked it, because it was from the bottom of my heart.

So after this time debating if I should write this little thing or not, I made it.  I don’t know if there’s anythig similar around, but if it does, take this as a reinforcement. It’s not a campaign, nor a meme, nor will it grant you favours from your favorite artists. Please, don’t do anything if it’s for interest. Instead, look at the artist as another human being who struggles with daily life and yet make such beautiful things you admire so much. Call them by their name, tell them what you like in them. Or draw, paint, write or compose a lil’ something for them. Doesn’t matter. Show appreciation.

Send the love around to those who inspire you.

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my mother tongue and it’s a bit rusty)

This deserves to be on my main dash, it’s a really good thing. Share some love, you might just make someone’s day and hey, that feels good!

This sums up how I’ve been feeling lately and have reached a similar conclusion but have yet to reach out. I shall!

There once was a game about a robot named X. And X was special: He was the first ever robot able to “think, feel and make his own decisions”, whatever that means. But he emerged into a war torn world, and he was given a gun – to go out into the world and kill, like all of his predecessors. Like millions of special young boys before him.

Such is our freedom.

And at the end of the game, X stares out upon a crumbling landscape and wonders: Why? Why is he there, what is he doing? And he stares at the weapon on his arm and dreams that maybe it holds the answer. Because if his weapon, by which he has lived and died, by which he pursued every goal that appeared before him – if it has no answer, what possible answer could there be?

I think we all feel like we have no purpose, sometimes, and it feels wrong. But it’s worse for X, because everything about him screams that he was nothing more than an experiment. He was abandoned before he was born, put into stasis so that checks could be run on his body. He emerged as a prototype, a model for future machines, with no goals for himself. His name is a variable, placeholder, a name for the nameless. But he wants a name.

 And there’s irony there, because X wasn’t the first prototype. I don’t know what the earlier generation of robots could do if not think for themselves, but there was one poor robot given a name worse than X: They called him Proto-man.

People want to work toward goals, but it’s an unreasonable expectation. We are dropped here with no goals, except to feed ourselves, to cry for food. And we don’t get goals, unless you count the drive to reproduce. We’re lost and confused and we live life that way, making up our goals as each moment demands.

To be a prototype is to know that you have no goal. It is to live beyond good and evil, because these words have no meaning for you. It is to be a Maverick.

The entire series presents a great battle between two scientists, the builder of free robots, and the conquering creator of killing machines. And when you are the robot, it makes sense: Wily is out conquer, and he must be stopped. But when you think about it, who is the real mad scientist: The one who built tools to achieve his goals, or the one who built increasingly powerful thinking machines and then released them into the world, to do what they might?

Compiled from The Dialogues Between Bokonon and Koheleth (via neochenrezi)
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