More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
hiimdaisy got dismantled because ggdg only cares about Cucumber Quest or maybe finds her old stuff embarrassing(?) but people archived it, as seen above. :3
Well actually, I agree that it's kind of weird. Actually, the weirdness of it adds to the attractiveness, for me. Which is also weird, thereby creating an infinite recursion of weirdness
Oh, and while watching Django Unchained, I re-learned that Alexandre Dumas (author of every great French novel) was black.
I'm really surprised that I forgot this after the first time.
Yeah, his dad, Alex Dumas (he didn't like being called Alexandre), was called "The Black Devil". He was the actual heir to a nobleman, but he got cheated out of his rightful inheritance by jerks (also, his three siblings were sold into slavery). So he joined the army at age fifteen or so.
Alex started out as a peacekeeping member of the Sixth Dragoons; the dragoon assigned to protect all civilians and essentially be search-and-rescue guys / policemen. When the Revolution truly started (that fateful day when Lafayette ordered his men to shoot into the crows), the Sixth Dragoons were there, helping the wounded and essentially trying to keep the peace and stop the revolution from happening. Once the revolution was too much to even try to stop, the Sixth joined the side of the people. Dumas was a private at this time. (Despite all his efforts, Alex never finds his three siblings; they essentially drop off of the face of the earth.)
When Alex Dumas was just a private, he fell in mutual love with the daughter of his boss (an innkeep who was helping organize the revolution). Said boss/inkeep said "You can only marry my daughter when you're a corporal". Twelve months later, Alex had rocketed up to that position. And so, they were married! One year later, she gave birth to a daughter.
During the revolution, Dumas always kept the philosophy of the Sixth, even after leaving them for other brigades and groups and battalions and stuff. Once a peacekeeping officer, always a peacekeeping officer; once a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what, always a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what.
There's a story that, one winter, Dumas and his men came upon a small village where four men were slated to be sent to the guillotine for hiding a church bell (it was supposed to be melted down for cannon metal, but the men hid it). Dumas and his men were cold and needed a fire. After being told about the men and the church bells, Dumas told his men to make a fire out of the nearest wood (i.e. the Guillotine, and all the nearby trees). With no Guillotine and no way to make a guillotine, and also a rather high-ranking six-and-a-half-foot-tall black man and a hundred of his men not willing to let an unjust execution happen on his watch; the town officials had no choice but to pardon the men.
And, well, Dumas just kept winning battles and getting promoted (even in the most stupid places they'd put him, like in the Alps taking a fort heavily fortified city); so the Revolution couldn't very well remove him from command for no reason.
Eventually, Dumas became one of Napoleon's most high generals; and in fact, captured enemies assumed that the huge black man was The Great Napoleon and didn't notice that short guy over there until he was pointed out.
Later, Napoleon sent him to Egypt, both for help in conquering Egypt and to get a powerful potential rival out of France (Napoleon couldn't very well re-institute slavery in France (well, the revolution stopped slavery in France, but not its colonies, so there was some slavery) with Dumas around; and he couldn't shut down the mixed-raced schools for military funding with Dumas around; and he couldn't very well take away all the rights that the Rvolution had given to black men wit Dumas around.)
When Dumas quit his command and decided to go home, his ship mysteriously crashed and he (and his buddy) was captured and put in a dungeon by the King Ferdinand. There, his doctor gave him arsenic and other "medicines" that gave poor Alex Dumas Facial Paralysis, a limp, several ear infections, deafness in one ear, and blindness in one eye. His buddy had stuff put in his Snuff box that is unknown to history, but it burned a hole in the box. Eventually, Dumas started only pretending to take his medicine after his buddy died.
His captors replaced his doctor with another one. Strangely enough, this doctor managed to sneak actual medicine to Dumas, and secretly did his best to heal him before getting caught in the act and executed. The third doctor simply tortured Dumas; there's no other word for what he did.
Napoleon took his sweet darn time paying Dumas's ransom. He never got around to doing it.
When Dumas finally came home, his pension was revoked on account of his race, it had become a crime for him to live in his own house on account of his race, and his son, Alexandre, couldn't be educated on account of his race. Also, the paintings of him were redrawn to have a blond-haired white guy instead; and Napoleon had the history books rewritten to erase Dumas's impact from history.
I fact, Revolutionary France had near-racial-equality at one point; and was amazingly progressive for its time.
Alexandre Dumas's Count Of Monte Cristo, a tale of a man captured and put in a terrible cell for no real crime; who gets away and becomes a Count and gets revenge on his enemies, is basically what he wished his father could have done.
I get the impression that shmupping is seen as impossible and elitist and that the only people who like shmups without being scared away are shmuppers who are also insane people? w/e having too much fun over here.
In my experience the elitist part tends to be pretty true.
The actual process of shmupping mostly boils down to an amount of practice I just don't have the attention span for.
Oh yeah, Alex was taught to sword-fight by his mentor, the great mixed-race swordfighter Saint-Georges. He was taught schooling by his teachers at school (basically, if he was in school and having better opportunities than most peasans, he couldn't truly complain about being cheated out of being a count. A count's education should be enough; even if it means taking him out of his native Haiti at twelve years old and putting him in school without telling him what's going on). He was taught to run by the alligators of Haiti, who nearly ate him when he was four years old (luckily, a slave yelled "Serpentine, little man! Serpentine" because alligators can't run serpentine. Without that slave, whom history has forgotten, little Alex would have been alligator food).
Oh, also, Touissant L'Overture's sons would have gone to the same school as Alexandre Dumas if Napoleon hadn't shut the schools for black children down.
Oh, and while watching Django Unchained, I re-learned that Alexandre Dumas (author of every great French novel) was black.
I'm really surprised that I forgot this after the first time.
Yeah, his dad, Alex Dumas (he didn't like being called Alexandre), was called "The Black Devil". He was the actual heir to a nobleman, but he got cheated out of his rightful inheritance by jerks (also, his three siblings were sold into slavery). So he joined the army at age fifteen or so.
Alex started out as a peacekeeping member of the Sixth Dragoons; the dragoon assigned to protect all civilians and essentially be search-and-rescue guys / policemen. When the Revolution truly started (that fateful day when Lafayette ordered his men to shoot into the crows), the Sixth Dragoons were there, helping the wounded and essentially trying to keep the peace and stop the revolution from happening. Once the revolution was too much to even try to stop, the Sixth joined the side of the people. Dumas was a private at this time. (Despite all his efforts, Alex never finds his three siblings; they essentially drop off of the face of the earth.)
When Alex Dumas was just a private, he fell in mutual love with the daughter of his boss (an innkeep who was helping organize the revolution). Said boss/inkeep said "You can only marry my daughter when you're a corporal". Twelve months later, Alex had rocketed up to that position. And so, they were married! One year later, she gave birth to a daughter.
During the revolution, Dumas always kept the philosophy of the Sixth, even after leaving them for other brigades and groups and battalions and stuff. Once a peacekeeping officer, always a peacekeeping officer; once a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what, always a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what.
There's a story that, one winter, Dumas and his men came upon a small village where four men were slated to be sent to the guillotine for hiding a church bell (it was supposed to be melted down for cannon metal, but the men hid it). Dumas and his men were cold and needed a fire. After being told about the men and the church bells, Dumas told his men to make a fire out of the nearest wood (i.e. the Guillotine, and all the nearby trees). With no Guillotine and no way to make a guillotine, and also a rather high-ranking six-and-a-half-foot-tall black man and a hundred of his men not willing to let an unjust execution happen on his watch; the town officials had no choice but to pardon the men.
And, well, Dumas just kept winning battles and getting promoted (even in the most stupid places they'd put him, like in the Alps taking a fort heavily fortified city); so the Revolution couldn't very well remove him from command for no reason.
Eventually, Dumas became one of Napoleon's most high generals; and in fact, captured enemies assumed that the huge black man was The Great Napoleon and didn't notice that short guy over there until he was pointed out.
Later, Napoleon sent him to Egypt, both for help in conquering Egypt and to get a powerful potential rival out of France (Napoleon couldn't very well re-institute slavery in France (well, the revolution stopped slavery in France, but not its colonies, so there was some slavery) with Dumas around; and he couldn't shut down the mixed-raced schools for military funding with Dumas around; and he couldn't very well take away all the rights that the Rvolution had given to black men wit Dumas around.)
When Dumas quit his command and decided to go home, his ship mysteriously crashed and he (and his buddy) was captured and put in a dungeon by the King Ferdinand. There, his doctor gave him arsenic and other "medicines" that gave poor Alex Dumas Facial Paralysis, a limp, several ear infections, deafness in one ear, and blindness in one eye. His buddy had stuff put in his Snuff box that is unknown to history, but it burned a hole in the box. Eventually, Dumas started only pretending to take his medicine after his buddy died.
His captors replaced his doctor with another one. Strangely enough, this doctor managed to sneak actual medicine to Dumas, and secretly did his best to heal him before getting caught in the act and executed. The third doctor simply tortured Dumas; there's no other word for what he did.
Napoleon took his sweet darn time paying Dumas's ransom. He never got around to doing it.
When Dumas finally came home, his pension was revoked on account of his race, it had become a crime for him to live in his own house on account of his race, and his son, Alexandre, couldn't be educated on account of his race. Also, the paintings of him were redrawn to have a blond-haired white guy instead; and Napoleon had the history books rewritten to erase Dumas's impact from history.
I fact, Revolutionary France had near-racial-equality at one point; and was amazingly progressive for its time.
Alexandre Dumas's Count Of Monte Cristo, a tale of a man captured and put in a terrible cell for no real crime; who gets away and becomes a Count and gets revenge on his enemies, is basically what he wished his father could have done.
Wow, that's fascinating Aliroz. Thank you for sharing, I am definitely going to have to remember that story.
the misconception that he's short comes from a misconversion of French to English units.
Napoleon was actually of rather short height.
The misconception that he's of average height and was only thought of as short because of a misconversion of French to English units comes from french revisionists.
No, the French Foot was not thirteen inches where the English Foot was twelve. There was no such thing as a French Foot or an English Foot. Different provinces, even different villages had different units of height. One town's foot might be four thirds as long as another town's foot; or they might not even make good ratios. So, these measurements of the time are not really useful; what we can rely on is contemporary french accounts of primary sources; which agree that he was fairly short; smaller than average.
Also, his bathtubs are clearly built for a man of less than (modern units here) five feet.
All the contemporary pictures and accounts agree that he was at least slightly shorter than average. They disagree on the degree of his shortness; some say he was really short, others say he was kinda short, others say he was slightly short; but it's more complicated than a simple length conversion problem.
Napoleon liked to surround himself with very tall bodyguards; he liked big architecture and big horse and big cannon and huge thrones and maybe that made him look shorter in comparison.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The ambulances have all left, the guy who got airlifted is out of surgery, and the flames have almost died down. All in all, better than expected.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
(btw all of you should be reading Cucumber Quest)
also, milk!
Why exactly is Pac-Man in love with a ghost? Just... why?
The show itself is nice to look at, but come on, people.
Tre
also, maybe I should call them "pillowpoints" for the time being
Alex started out as a peacekeeping member of the Sixth Dragoons; the dragoon assigned to protect all civilians and essentially be search-and-rescue guys / policemen. When the Revolution truly started (that fateful day when Lafayette ordered his men to shoot into the crows), the Sixth Dragoons were there, helping the wounded and essentially trying to keep the peace and stop the revolution from happening. Once the revolution was too much to even try to stop, the Sixth joined the side of the people. Dumas was a private at this time. (Despite all his efforts, Alex never finds his three siblings; they essentially drop off of the face of the earth.)
When Alex Dumas was just a private, he fell in mutual love with the daughter of his boss (an innkeep who was helping organize the revolution). Said boss/inkeep said "You can only marry my daughter when you're a corporal". Twelve months later, Alex had rocketed up to that position. And so, they were married! One year later, she gave birth to a daughter.
During the revolution, Dumas always kept the philosophy of the Sixth, even after leaving them for other brigades and groups and battalions and stuff. Once a peacekeeping officer, always a peacekeeping officer; once a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what, always a man dedicated to protecting civilians no matter what.
There's a story that, one winter, Dumas and his men came upon a small village where four men were slated to be sent to the guillotine for hiding a church bell (it was supposed to be melted down for cannon metal, but the men hid it). Dumas and his men were cold and needed a fire. After being told about the men and the church bells, Dumas told his men to make a fire out of the nearest wood (i.e. the Guillotine, and all the nearby trees). With no Guillotine and no way to make a guillotine, and also a rather high-ranking six-and-a-half-foot-tall black man and a hundred of his men not willing to let an unjust execution happen on his watch; the town officials had no choice but to pardon the men.
And, well, Dumas just kept winning battles and getting promoted (even in the most stupid places they'd put him, like in the Alps taking a fort heavily fortified city); so the Revolution couldn't very well remove him from command for no reason.
Eventually, Dumas became one of Napoleon's most high generals; and in fact, captured enemies assumed that the huge black man was The Great Napoleon and didn't notice that short guy over there until he was pointed out.
Later, Napoleon sent him to Egypt, both for help in conquering Egypt and to get a powerful potential rival out of France (Napoleon couldn't very well re-institute slavery in France (well, the revolution stopped slavery in France, but not its colonies, so there was some slavery) with Dumas around; and he couldn't shut down the mixed-raced schools for military funding with Dumas around; and he couldn't very well take away all the rights that the Rvolution had given to black men wit Dumas around.)
When Dumas quit his command and decided to go home, his ship mysteriously crashed and he (and his buddy) was captured and put in a dungeon by the King Ferdinand. There, his doctor gave him arsenic and other "medicines" that gave poor Alex Dumas Facial Paralysis, a limp, several ear infections, deafness in one ear, and blindness in one eye. His buddy had stuff put in his Snuff box that is unknown to history, but it burned a hole in the box. Eventually, Dumas started only pretending to take his medicine after his buddy died.
His captors replaced his doctor with another one. Strangely enough, this doctor managed to sneak actual medicine to Dumas, and secretly did his best to heal him before getting caught in the act and executed. The third doctor simply tortured Dumas; there's no other word for what he did.
Napoleon took his sweet darn time paying Dumas's ransom. He never got around to doing it.
When Dumas finally came home, his pension was revoked on account of his race, it had become a crime for him to live in his own house on account of his race, and his son, Alexandre, couldn't be educated on account of his race. Also, the paintings of him were redrawn to have a blond-haired white guy instead; and Napoleon had the history books rewritten to erase Dumas's impact from history.
I fact, Revolutionary France had near-racial-equality at one point; and was amazingly progressive for its time.
Alexandre Dumas's Count Of Monte Cristo, a tale of a man captured and put in a terrible cell for no real crime; who gets away and becomes a Count and gets revenge on his enemies, is basically what he wished his father could have done.
In my experience the elitist part tends to be pretty true.
The actual process of shmupping mostly boils down to an amount of practice I just don't have the attention span for.
10/10 would hang in galleryNapole'on was actually of fairly average height.
the misconception that he's short comes from a misconversion of French to English units.
The misconception that he's of average height and was only thought of as short because of a misconversion of French to English units comes from french revisionists.
No, the French Foot was not thirteen inches where the English Foot was twelve. There was no such thing as a French Foot or an English Foot. Different provinces, even different villages had different units of height. One town's foot might be four thirds as long as another town's foot; or they might not even make good ratios. So, these measurements of the time are not really useful; what we can rely on is contemporary french accounts of primary sources; which agree that he was fairly short; smaller than average.
Also, his bathtubs are clearly built for a man of less than (modern units here) five feet.
All the contemporary pictures and accounts agree that he was at least slightly shorter than average. They disagree on the degree of his shortness; some say he was really short, others say he was kinda short, others say he was slightly short; but it's more complicated than a simple length conversion problem.
Napoleon liked to surround himself with very tall bodyguards; he liked big architecture and big horse and big cannon and huge thrones and maybe that made him look shorter in comparison.
^^^^ Hm, I suppose that is one possible interpretation of Aladdin.
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