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  • Have you ever hitchhiked before?

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  • One of the more memorable ones was crossing Windsor to Detroit. After paying $2 to take a shuttlebus across as no pedestrians were allowed. Once we got to the downtown Detroit side we knew we would have a hard time getting a ride. We thought we'd look for a city bus to take us to a hitchhiker friendly highway. It was sundown, and you could literally see the junkies and nightlife crawling out of every nook and cranny like a bad zombie movie as the sun set. We went into a gas station for a map or directions. The gas station attendant freaked the fuck out at our presence.

    He yelled at us " You guys are going to get robbed or killed just for your backpacks. You won't last 20 minutes walking around like that. It's getting dark and the crazies come out at night. You have to get the fuck out of here now! There is a greyhound station 2 blocks north, 1 block east. Get the fuck out of Detroit while you still can. Go now now now!"

    Our faces went dead serious. We said thanks, confirmed direction by pointing and ran. Well as "run" as you can do with an 80L camping backpack. As we did, the orange glow over the city got dimmer and sundown turned to twilight, we saw the most concentrated group of unfortunates, and we were drawing attention. We heard catcalls and the like directed towards us. Yelling. A fight of somekind and gunshots or a car backfiring. We don't know because we power-walked like olympians on meth.

    We got to the greyhound and found a bus leaving in our direction for something cheap $12 that got us to Ann Arbor. We temporarily lost our taste for adventure. Our American friends during our visit to UofM suggested we do the same thing backwards to avoid dying. They concluded that we were book smart, but not very street smart for a couple of hitchhikers. We agreed.

    As for fun, a different friend and I were hitchhiking in Northern Quebec near Ville-Marie and met two lovely Quebec girls from Montreal doing the same thing as us. We saw each other at a greasy spoon getting some warmth and hot coffee after a cool night in the woods and our backpacks identified the four of us as compatriots. We just smiled and waved to our intrepid fellow travellers.

    We met again a little later trying to hitch rides in the opposite directions. After waiting for a while with no cars offering and little traffic, we crossed the road to chat. Turns out they were lovely people from Université de Laval, looking for adventure on the cheap like we were. We all got along so well, we decided to camp together just outside of town for one more night hoping weekday traffic would be better.

    We spent a lovely night together drinking shoplifted wine around the campire, sharing stories of the road and school and dreams of what post uni life will be like. Good times.

  • Have you ever hitchhiked before?

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  • I hitchhiked a fair amount in Ontario, Quebec and Michigan in the 90's.

    Loads of fun. Nothing bad ever happened, but some fun stories and close calls on the US side.

  • The ideal ship form

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  • Don't forget frequent dips in Nebulae.

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  • American? It's so inspiring hearing stories about people overcoming their disabilities.

  • Ready for anything

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  • The walls seperating governments, corporations and organized crime are somewhere between transparently thin to non-existant.

  • Ultimate toaster design tier list

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  • Is there a tier class above S for the most advanced toaster ever made?

  • In your opinion have humans ever been cloned?

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    Happy Friday (Finally!)

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  • I am saving all of these.

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    Happy Friday (Finally!)

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  • I can't possibly get drunk. I already was and am still, drunk.

  • I bet it could be worse

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  • Good.

  • I bet it could be worse

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  • I appreciate the sentiment, but please use the correct data and images..

    The Sun is near the inner rim of the Orion Arm, within the Local Fluff of the Local Bubble, between the Radcliffe wave and Split linear structures (formerly Gould Belt).

    I would also accept Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha.

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  • Post riffing off a previous post of mine about hauntings, I'm recommending the film Ravenous. Guy Pierce, Robert Carlyle, David Arquette.

    It helps if you understand the Cree/Ojibway Wendigo Myth. A Wendigo is a malevolent spirit who can posess people, and turn them into insatiable cannibals.

  • Is anywhere nearby you haunted?

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  • I'd be a Karen too if my mom could nag me from beyond the grave.

  • Is anywhere nearby you haunted?

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    1. You are no fun.
    2. Yes!

    2a) The Manitou islands in lake Nipissing, Ontario, Canada are haunted by a Wendigo. Everybody knows it. Nobody but the very brave or foolish go there. It's a malevolent spirit. Watch the film Ravenous with Guy Pearce, Robert Carlyle and David Arquette for a pop-culture feel of it.

    2b) My daughter's current bedroom. The previous owners of the home was a pair of school teachers from the mid 1950s to late 1980's. She was an English teacher, he taught shop classes. I bought the house off the couple's son who moved out of town. He said the husband died of old age at the neaby hospital. The wife died in front of her computer in the second bedroom. Before my kids, I used that room as a home office.

    The haunting only manifests occasionally and only when a computer is in that room. When it does, the haunting itself is that the computer turns itself on and a game of solitaire is played. On very rare occasion, a text editor is open along with solitaire with gobbledygook written. Short illegible garbage like a pocket dial/text. "Pbb2bblll0eerrrt2tt8" kinda crap.

    Frequently, I would go to bed, and wake up to see my computer was on all night, despite distinctly remembering to turn it off. I also never play solitaire. I also lived alone at the time, I wouldn't meet my future wife for another 6 mos. I was curious and checked for things like "wake on lan" in the bios or a virus, but I couldn't figure out what was causing it.

    Without a computer in that room overnight, we would never know that anything extraordinary happened. But 3 out of 4 of the family have experienced the "Late night solitaire", two adults, one kid.

    We say the house is haunted, but we are ok with it. We are happy here. The ghost of the old lady was just a warm caring teacher whose unfinished business on earth was apparently just completing her game of solitaire. We always wondered if the text was a message, but could never infer anything about from the messages.

    2c) At a Portuguese winery in the Douro Valley where Port wine is made, we stayed at a winery, B&B style, in a very old on-site dry-stacked stone building that was somewhere in the historical designation registry and was in the registered process for restoration/modernization as a B&B for guests.

    The winery's manager, during a private dinner for a VIP party, told us the building was very old. Pre-Medieval. Its original purpose was a brothel, out of sight for a nearby village and the vineyard workers all up and down the valley for a ways would come in busy seasons.

    On the second night we stayed in the dry-stone stacked house, I woke up with Insomnia in the middle of the night and went out for a cigarette. Outside, I'm eventually greeted by a young boy of maybe 12y. We chatted about mundane small talk, weather etc.. I asked why someone so young was up so late. He said the mothers were working, and the kids got to stay up late, but sleep in because of it. I thought it made sense, because the winery tour spoke about the seasonal labour.

    My revelation came the next morning, when during breakfast, I spoke with our host about the numbers of families with children that come to work here and he told me no. It's not allowed for insurance reasons. "No non-employees on the farm property. It's a liability". The non locals who work on the vineyards leave their kids in their home countries with family, and work here alone in season. Locals leave their kids at home for the same reason. It's forbidden. He assured me there were no kids on the winery. I asked with whom I may have spoken with that night. Perhaps another guest family? He confirmed there were no other guests but us. He suggested I was either dreaming, or was speaking with the ghosts of the bastard children of the brothel who are a local myth amongst the vineyard workers. The workers say they hear children playing and giggling and arguring. On rare occasion they talk to them. The myth was that the nearby villagers got angry with the brothel and formed a violent mob. That mob set fire to the brothel and killed a few brothel workers and some of the bastard children.

    He laughed, then saw in my face that I was serious, then his face fell somewhere between a mixture of resigned and relieved, as if to say "You saw them too."

  • You want some belly scritches?

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  • Oooooooo! Thanks. I knew he was the kind of person I needed to party with. I have a really good feeling about this.

  • Robert F. Kennedy Jr. Says He Used to Snort Cocaine Off Toilet Seats: 'I'm Not Scared of a Germ'

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  • Darwin's older, harsher cousin perhaps.

  • Robert F. Kennedy Jr. Says He Used to Snort Cocaine Off Toilet Seats: 'I'm Not Scared of a Germ'

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  • I feel like the universe hasn't given our actions enough consequences.

  • There’s an AI dating café opening in NYC

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  • Ew