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I am apparently too old to get student pricing for my airfare to Borneo, despite actually BEING a student.

Yeah. :meh: I'm going to call them this weekend and see if I can convince them that they need to give me the student pricing. 'Cause that's bullshit.

Complete and utter bullshit.

[LMNO]

This is a word that should have been invented years ago.

[Cain]

Incidentally, I discovered today that both Norwegian and Japanese have a word that essentially means "go out into the fresh air and have a walk, you'll feel better".

But that would have been more helpful, truth be told.

[Eater of Clowns]

Incidentally, I discovered today that both Norwegian and Japanese have a word that essentially means "go out into the fresh air and have a walk, you'll feel better".

But that would have been more helpful, truth be told.

I suspect in both cases they're clever ruses to get unwanted company abducted by frost giants and oni, respectively.

Do you recall the words?

[LMNO]

I believe it's "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

[Ben Shapiro]

So, as my change of avatar may indicate, I've been looking into more High Weirdness lately.  There's something about being in a run down, grimy building where I rarely see daylight that inclines me to disturbing and dangerous avenues of research.

For example, the Order of Nine Angels is claiming to have a militant spinoff, calling itself the Shugura Syndicate.  Given the ONA's own literature is not exactly shy on the topic of human sacrifice, you can imagine what a militant wing may feel about murder.

And I also found this interesting photodocumentary of a visit to the Sanatorium Wienerwald, a former "dumping ground" for the illegitimate mistresses and children of Nazi officials...illegitimate from a racial POV, of course.  The area around the sanatorium was also used to bury the bodies of the T-4 program which weeded out...undesirables from Greater Germany's prisons, hospitals and other state bodies.  Amazingly, the place was a successful business after the war until 2002, when it was shut down (due to money laundering by the owner).

Since then it has been abandoned.  Or "abandoned" rather.  Rather worrying rumours have sprung up about the place and the kind of people who frequent it.  Rumours of animal sacrifices and esoteric Nazism are not uncommon...and as the photos show, not without foundation. There is a LOT of blood around that building...and some of it is very fresh (days to hours old, depending on whether it is human or not).

Sleep well, PD.

Metal as fuck!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

This is a word that should have been invented years ago.

YES.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Tonight on my ride home from work some asshole in oncoming traffic rolled down his window and yelled some dumb shit at me. It was so idiotic I couldn't quite parse it. I thought I heard him right, but I decided to check my helmet cam recording just to be sure after I got home. I turned out to hear him just fine. He yelled, "Turn off your fucking light off!" At night. In the fog. My headlamp was on its lowest setting.

I'm stunned and amazed that people like that actually exist.  I mean, I've had random fuckwads yell stuff like, "Yew shouldn't be in the shtreet!" while I'm standing over a turn lane sensor made specifically for bicycles that has a bicycle graphic painted on the road underneath me, but never something so staggeringly asinine both in terms of grammar and basic fucking common sense.

My assumption in situations like that is that A. They're from Gresham and B. They're drunk.

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

SO MANY FANS!

Our main office flooded some time over the weekend. Sprinkler line (overhead) blew and by the time anyone noticed an inch of water had accumulated and it was starting to spill out of the front door and into the warehouse.

Recovery efforts have been underway. Fans and dryers. Loud, LOUD, fans and dryers. By Tuesday, everyone had decided that the smell and the noise were intolerable, so they moved to temporary digs at the other end of the main building...everyone except me.

I decided to stay because it was nice to have the office to myself (even if it meant that I was stuck here, instead of doing my main job out in the warehouse). Also, because of the noise and the solitude, I can sing as loud as I want anytime except when drivers are in front of me.

Today, though, there are at least five new big air-mover fans and another dryer. Things are blowing everywhere. The noise is AWESOME. I think I may run. 

Also, somehow the IRS must have known that all of our records and sech were up on pallets in various locations throughout the buildings...drying...because they showed up yesterday to do an inspection. When the inspector identified herself, I started laughing so hard. She was confused.

You know that all this makes you That Weird Guy.

That ship sailed long before this little debacle.

Now they're shooshing me to the other office for reals, though. Something or other about asbestos...

Cowards!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

SO MANY FANS!

Our main office flooded some time over the weekend. Sprinkler line (overhead) blew and by the time anyone noticed an inch of water had accumulated and it was starting to spill out of the front door and into the warehouse.

Recovery efforts have been underway. Fans and dryers. Loud, LOUD, fans and dryers. By Tuesday, everyone had decided that the smell and the noise were intolerable, so they moved to temporary digs at the other end of the main building...everyone except me.

I decided to stay because it was nice to have the office to myself (even if it meant that I was stuck here, instead of doing my main job out in the warehouse). Also, because of the noise and the solitude, I can sing as loud as I want anytime except when drivers are in front of me.

Today, though, there are at least five new big air-mover fans and another dryer. Things are blowing everywhere. The noise is AWESOME. I think I may run. 

Also, somehow the IRS must have known that all of our records and sech were up on pallets in various locations throughout the buildings...drying...because they showed up yesterday to do an inspection. When the inspector identified herself, I started laughing so hard. She was confused.

You know that all this makes you That Weird Guy.

That ship sailed long before this little debacle.

Now they're shooshing me to the other office for reals, though. Something or other about asbestos...

Cowards!

You should start ratting your hair and wearing black eyeliner. I think you could really rock the Tim Minchin look.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Also I think it is worth mentioning that Tim Minchin without makeup looks VERY much like B.

[The Wizard Joseph]

So, as my change of avatar may indicate, I've been looking into more High Weirdness lately.  There's something about being in a run down, grimy building where I rarely see daylight that inclines me to disturbing and dangerous avenues of research.

For example, the Order of Nine Angels is claiming to have a militant spinoff, calling itself the Shugura Syndicate.  Given the ONA's own literature is not exactly shy on the topic of human sacrifice, you can imagine what a militant wing may feel about murder.

And I also found this interesting photodocumentary of a visit to the Sanatorium Wienerwald, a former "dumping ground" for the illegitimate mistresses and children of Nazi officials...illegitimate from a racial POV, of course.  The area around the sanatorium was also used to bury the bodies of the T-4 program which weeded out...undesirables from Greater Germany's prisons, hospitals and other state bodies.  Amazingly, the place was a successful business after the war until 2002, when it was shut down (due to money laundering by the owner).

Since then it has been abandoned.  Or "abandoned" rather.  Rather worrying rumours have sprung up about the place and the kind of people who frequent it.  Rumours of animal sacrifices and esoteric Nazism are not uncommon...and as the photos show, not without foundation. There is a LOT of blood around that building...and some of it is very fresh (days to hours old, depending on whether it is human or not).

Sleep well, PD.

Wow.

It seems like forensic investigators could have a field day there.

The folks looked a bit wrapped up for cold. If the temp is right the blood could be quite ab bit older than it looks at first glance by color. Those were definitely arterial sprays and drippage, but I suspect some of the blood was collected from the victim in that bathroom. The stretcher is perhaps most damning as a sign of possible ritual sacrifice. If so the body(ies) may still be on the grounds to bind the remaining spirit to empower the location. The story on the wall could be intended toward a similar purpose.

Not familiar with the rest of what you're talking about Cain but this looks unfortunately real, and not likely a lone nutjob. Stretchers especially require 2. Some of those shoes looked like they did have matches in the pile.

The horrible disarray of the site could make evidence that will stand up in court hard to gather and without a suspect for DNA testing and very good luck maybe impossible.

I hate people sometimes.

[trippinprincezz13]

I am a bad person for saying it is "a little heartless" to suggest protesters deserve to be killed for blocking highways. 

Oh yes, been having tons of "fun" with that one  And the fact that they obviously don't have jobs and are just being selfish douchebags. "The only reason they could get up so early is because they don't have real jobs to go to" LOLWUT. Frankly, if I was unemployed and felt like being a selfish asshole, I'd probably sleep in and spend my day dicking around the house, or whatever it is selfish assholes tend to do. Because people don't have varying work schedules or anything, or choose to sacrifice a day off to do something they feel mattered.

I do see the point in concern about emergency vehicles (ambulances and fire trucks being diverted/blocked) but the majority of comments I've dealt with are "Wahhhh sitting in traffic" and "LOL black lives 'matter'"

[trippinprincezz13]

So, as my change of avatar may indicate, I've been looking into more High Weirdness lately.  There's something about being in a run down, grimy building where I rarely see daylight that inclines me to disturbing and dangerous avenues of research.

For example, the Order of Nine Angels is claiming to have a militant spinoff, calling itself the Shugura Syndicate.  Given the ONA's own literature is not exactly shy on the topic of human sacrifice, you can imagine what a militant wing may feel about murder.

And I also found this interesting photodocumentary of a visit to the Sanatorium Wienerwald, a former "dumping ground" for the illegitimate mistresses and children of Nazi officials...illegitimate from a racial POV, of course.  The area around the sanatorium was also used to bury the bodies of the T-4 program which weeded out...undesirables from Greater Germany's prisons, hospitals and other state bodies.  Amazingly, the place was a successful business after the war until 2002, when it was shut down (due to money laundering by the owner).

Since then it has been abandoned.  Or "abandoned" rather.  Rather worrying rumours have sprung up about the place and the kind of people who frequent it.  Rumours of animal sacrifices and esoteric Nazism are not uncommon...and as the photos show, not without foundation. There is a LOT of blood around that building...and some of it is very fresh (days to hours old, depending on whether it is human or not).

Sleep well, PD.

Normally I find abandoned buildings and the like really interesting and to an extent this one still is. But....that is definitely way too much recent-looking blood, animal or human, to be comfortable with.

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

Tonight on my ride home from work some asshole in oncoming traffic rolled down his window and yelled some dumb shit at me. It was so idiotic I couldn't quite parse it. I thought I heard him right, but I decided to check my helmet cam recording just to be sure after I got home. I turned out to hear him just fine. He yelled, "Turn off your fucking light off!" At night. In the fog. My headlamp was on its lowest setting.

I'm stunned and amazed that people like that actually exist.  I mean, I've had random fuckwads yell stuff like, "Yew shouldn't be in the shtreet!" while I'm standing over a turn lane sensor made specifically for bicycles that has a bicycle graphic painted on the road underneath me, but never something so staggeringly asinine both in terms of grammar and basic fucking common sense.

Wins all the way around. I really want to try to pull off the double preposition off intentionally now.