#(several trucks. actually.)

[br1ghtestlight]

love the detail that in teddy's three passenger truck when bob and the kids are riding along w/ him, gene and teddy are sharing a seat/seatbelt and so are bob and tina (im assuming louise is sitting in a middle seat with her own lap seatbelt but its never shown). responsible teddy :)

#i actually always wondered about this bcuz teddy's truck isnt big enough for the belcher family but we see them riding in it several times #i guess this is how. at least they're wearing seatbelts lol?? #txt #bob's burgers

[warmspice]

I literally could never have a whirlwind romance. I need to be introduced to people the same way new pets need to be introduced to eachother. A MINIMUM of three days in different rooms, only being able to smell eachother through the door.

#Thinking about slow burns and their necessity to me actually #Life is sitting and waiting and melting into eachother slowly. Seeping. Like water #Void talks #I think I also am just. Sooo skeptical and suspicious of ppl. Sometimes. #Breadcrumbs need to be left. #Thesis #My love for someone needs to. Hit me like a truck at least a year in. Likely several.

[deus-ex-mona]

no one:

absolutely no one:

the radios of the most random of shops:

#i prolly listened to snippets of idol like. no less than 2 times over the course of the day #and one of those times was in a *pharmacy* of all places. they just randomly blasted it in full over the store radio and like…. #several people were humming along to it. idol craze is r e a l #and that was n o t the end of the o s hi. no k o madness for the day…….. like. they were playing a b k o m a ch i pv in *s h i b u y a* #on the large screens no less….. wilding #and!!!!!!!! there was an actual truck driving around playing the b k o m a c h i live from ep 11 and blasting ‘aNAT A N O A IDORU SAIN WA #and!!! there was an actual truck driving around with a screen playing the b. kmch live from ep11 and blasting ‘aNATA NO AIDORU SIGN WA B!!!’ #g o d. there’s truly no escape lmao. even a non-music/anime shop was playing m e p h i s t o earlier……. #i swear im not gonna be a fan of o s h i n o k o when i return home from the trip lmao #……or so i say; having spun in an o s h i n o k o capsule machine earlier. b kmch keychain get!!!!!!!!

[makerofmadness]

Ok looking at fanart having not seen the ruin trailer in a while I have forgotten what Cassie's actual hair color is is it brown or blonde or something in between I keep seeing art of both

like it's FNAF so I don't mind (FNAF isn't consistent with its own human designs I'm pretty sure Susie had her hair go from blonde in the games to brown in one of the books and Vanessa I think went the opposite direction between VR and AR and SB and then there's Michael in FNAF 4 vs. Michael in SL so-) but I genuinely don't know what she was shown as anymore XD

#I usually feel kinda uncomfortable when people change aspects of characters like that #(Like I saw a post that changed several Pokémon characters' eye colors and it fxcked with my brain in ways Idk how to describe) #Usually when I have a weird quirk like this it's because of like autism or something but I never see anyone else talk about this #So I'm assuming that it's either not that or I'm just weird???? Idk anyone have an explanation? #(Like I tried to describe this discomfort to someone once and since that time was concerning when people change characters' races #That person ended up basically accusing me of being racist and like- it hit me like a fxcking truck and hurt my mental health a ton- #And then months later that Pokémon post comes up and the characters' eye colors were changed to brown. WHICH IS MY EYE COLOR. #And I had the exact same reaction. So unless I discriminate against myself I think it's safe to say that was a load of shxt. #But like. I wanna know what the actual cause of this is like is it an obscure rare autism symptom or is it something else-) #Anyway enough of me rambling: #Yeah FNAF is an exception to this for the sole reason that the franchise itself isn't consistent with its own human designs. #So I kinda just. Don't feel the same kind of “off-model” weirdness because what even was the “model” to begin with y'know- #So like I'm chill with both brown and blonde haired art of Cassie but I'm just wondering like which one were we shown again?? #And whichever one it was: I'm still kinda wondering as to why people would change it one way or the other #fnaf #fnaf ruin #fnaf sb ruin #cassie #fnaf cassie

[reckless-rider]

if this game has taught me anything it is that I should not under any circumstances be a truck driver

#i have hit several things #and didn't get a chance to do the tutorial #american truck simulator #yeah um that was awful actually #i just finished the first job #and um who let me be a truck driver??? #it was so bad omg

[zeawesomebirdie]

Nine days and about a million words of superbat fic later, I think we're finally back to our regularly scheduled program here on the ZeAwesomeBirdie blog! :)

#vent post #not actually a vent lmao but thats the tag #(wow i havent used those tags in a *while* i had to go back and check what they were) #but im at that stage of quote unquote recovery where while i *do* still feel like ive been hit by a truck #(several trucks. actually.) #i am very well aware i do *not* have the capability to do much else *besides* read #even though im getting antsy #im waiting for one of my parents to get the various b@tman movies ive requested from the library for me #because i am low key still testing positive (and im not actually 100% on this but i think i might have/end up with long covid) #so im still under quarantine for the foreseeable future #but this is fine cause like #i promised myself id finish my current season of gunsmoke before i got too invested in any new TV/movies #since its so rare for me to do TV/movies in the first place #so thats what we'll be doing today! #at least until my fixation grabs me in a chokehold and forces me back to fic (affectionate) #id actually really like to be writing because heaven knows my writer's brain *never* shuts up #but actually this is the first time ive been too sick to write in.... literal years #i wasnt even too sick to write when i was bleeding to death yknow? #but im too antsy for fic. so. #finishing Gunsmoke it is #lucky for me Chester is such a pretty guy 👀 #anyway yeah we're back to our regularly scheduled programming here now :) #ill make a pinned post if (when) i do another liveblog once i get the movies #love yall hope yall are having a good timezone! #also fuck my brainfog for making a typo in my own url ??????? #like bro #(this is a huge part of why i cant currently write lmao)

[goldensunset]

gonna make a khux lore quiz for fun

#i’m gonna put several joke questions in there lol #as in all of the answers are correct #trick* #i would love to put truck questions too except the lore can actually be so unclear sometimes #so i won’t judge anyone’s personal theories that haven’t been confirmed or deconfirmed yet

[hattedhellspawn]

I don't even ship sniperspy I just get so much inspiration from them that it's all I ever write with any coherency or meaning behind it. I ship bushmed and engiespy and trucks n vans and speeding bullet though so when I post about them those feelings are Real.

#tf2 #babbling like a toddler abt my spinterest #i also ship heavymedic and boots n bombs and several SEVERAL other things #but those up there are my mains #i just don't like sniperspy as a ship i get no joy out of it like i do with trucks n vans etc #i just wanna put those two in a jar and study them like weird bugs #wanna dig into their brains and pull them apart #and i think thats why i write so much fic for them but not as much for things i actually get comfort or happiness from #because really happiness and stable relationships are horribly boring to write about #but those two? #theyve never been stable in their LIVES #plenty of plot to flesh out #dynamics to explore etc #also because theyre both me i can write them more easily than the other mercs lol

[gallusrostromegalus]

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt the random card au again. Why must it go so crazy hard I miss it sm

#rat rambles #random card au #no matter how far I drift from my bndori and sekai peak days the random card au keeps hitting me like a truck every now and then #it just scratches an itch that I havent been able to satisfy since my cr days years and years ago #I wouldnt say the random card au has super similar worldbuilding to my old cr stuff as that was much more large scale #but it still has a similar appeal to me I think #I think its the building entirely new worldbuilding based off of designs and general vague starting concepts and bringing them all together #that gets me invested as it feels so satisfying slotting it all together and then actually getting to play out the story in this new web #I loveeeee jumbled webs of worldbuilding and characters that all tie together in a way that makes it almost impossible to completely #seperate one cast of characters from another #I love the feeling of a world with a bunch of intertwining plots like that even if it makes it near impossible to format a normal story #like my cr stuff was just so much man I still miss it sometimes even if I hate cr itself #Ive become a much better story creator too now so I know I could make what I had so much better nowadays and I already like my old stuff #it just makes me all the more sad that I went so crazy hard on worldbuilding for a franchise that sucks ass </3 #it may have been two of the worst years of my life but Ill also never reach that worldbuilding high again I think #oh also it made me actually start the slow slow process of getting more ambitious with my art and doing more digital stuff #rly thats the biggest reason the random card au pains me so since I wanna post stuff for it but man do I not wanna draw anyone from it #first of all human characters so already eh but also Id have to adapt the cards theyre based on into a design I can actually draw #so as much as I wanna make a billion random card au animatics I cant even bring myself to draw them normally #you see olivia and jackie are easier to draw because I just made shit up for their designs and as such made their designs very simple #but I cant just make shit up for bndori and sekai characters they actually have designs and hair that Id have to adapt to my style it sucks #I just wanna draw doggy arisa is that so much to ask for (yes yes it is I dont wanna figure out her hood) #also rip mygo yall will probably never get in but who knows maybe one day Ill have my second bndori era and then y'all will get in #its rly just the fact that they likely wont have enough cards to properly add them for another few years #especially if that other band also gets in if that happens neither are getting enough cards until the servers shut down lol #like I Could just pick and choose but thats boring #kinda ruins the point of the au y'know? #like tbf Ive cheated in the past by reroling two and limiting my options with several sekai characters #but thats just because at the time most sekai characters had almost no usable cards for this au and the two I rerolled were also unusable #like Im sorry but I couldnt just add normal ass hagumi and masking it wasn't happening

[sophiamcdougall]

I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

#story time

[tkbrokkoli]

need to vent in the tags a little :(

#not fandom related #personal log stardate #so there was a highschool reunion this week where i could've met my old class mates and teachers #originally i had planned to go and had already confirmed i would #it takes several hours to drive there. then on the day there was a big traffic jam which would've increased the travel time even more #blocked roads due to insane car and truck accidents you know the likes #anyway so i decided to not go. bc of the long drive #but now i horribly regret my decision and i feel so sad and angry. like i haven't seen these ppl for years and i was indeed #curious to see how they're all doing. however out of my 5 best highschool friends only 2 were there anyway #and im not in contact w them anymore anyway so we're basically all strangers. still i feel maybe it would've been worth it #it's not like i owe it to them to come see them after years but it is tradition still. maybe it would've been nice #i mean i know it would've been nice and i sure would've had some fun #but it seemed like a waste of time. half a day wasted to meet w ppl i don't know anymore and don't rly care abt that much #ugh but now looking back it would've been a pinprick in the fabric of my life right. what is half a day compared to the years #the years we've spent together and the years we've been apart #god i feel so bad now. but i can't turn back time and make it undone. what do i do w the guilt regret sadness anger now #let them pass? push them away? im sure there will be another highschool reunion. maybe in 5 years. maybe in 10 #by then ill also be on T and have had top surgery. it would be nice to introduce myself to them as who i actually am #still. some of the ppl might be dead by then. the teachers i mean. then again. i wasn't the only one who didn't come #i also wasn't the only one who canceled on the very day. and i know plenty of ppl who hate to go to reunions #bc they weren't friends w anyone or don't care abt the ppl or are just not interested in a social gathering like that #however i was interested and i uses to be friends w ppl. mh. i def made the wrong decision ☹️ #still. can't undo it. gotta work through it

[swamplatibule]

RAAAAGH apologies for taking Literally Forever on that ask game - I am workin on it I prommy BUT! unfortunately life has been um. incredibly difficult lately. i’m fine and staying silly I am just also going insane at the same time. I need to either rip apart drywall with my teeth or lie facedown in the mud during a thunderstorm and I unfortunately can’t do either of those things in the foreseeable future

#can I get three cheers for mental breakdowns that are waiting to happen #I’m like. on the Brink Of Snapping but it’s fine I’m fine it’s all cool #so many things are happening all at once I hate it #school started again and they have introduced several new policies that make it feel very prisonlike tbh #one of which is that we are not allowed to have our phone on our person at all from the moment we enter until the moment we leave #including during lunches and between classes etc etc #which has DRASTICALLY reduced the time I have to actually like. write things! #I also can’t listen to music at all so I’m in hell like. All the time #And other things just keep going Not Right #almost burned my house down yesterday trying to make a fuckin microwave instant pancake #and then I smelled like a house fire for the entire rest of the day #and now we’re on a road trip to Florida #and this morning someone shattered the window of my dad’s truck to steal my mom’s laptop while we were sleeping in a hotel room #so his window is currently clear shower curtain covered in duct tape

[seagreenkey]

i'd like to be shot in the head please

#t #YIPPEE I LOVE NEVER ACTUALLY SLEEPING AND PRETTY MUCH JUST TAKING NAPS!!! #I HAVENT SLEPT MORE THAN 4 HOURS IN WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!! #AND IM NOT EVEN AN ARCHITECT OR SOME DUMB SHIT TO EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO COMPLAIN!!!!!! #IM AN ART STUDENT!!! WITH UNMEDICATED ADHD AND SEVERE EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION WHO CAN ALSO NEVER ORGANIZE HIS TIME!!!! #everyday when i cross the stress i hope a truck runs me over and i am put out of my misery. joke for legal reasons #whatever good night im free after tomorrow. fuck my silly baka life

[call-me-lemon]

The gangs all here

#plushies #plush toy #kind of... theres two more bags of them in the attic somewhere I want to get down but when we moved I picked my favorites #and I put all my favs in the trunk instead of the big truck because I knew that when we got here my shit would be handled by someone else #who just wants to get unpacking overwith so he threw my bags in the attic without actually asking where they went or even paying attention #to what they were and he still has yet to get them back down even tho we've lived here for over a year now and ive asked several times #but other than that the gangs all here

[ohnoproblems]

watched a broadcast of a police "chase" today where the dude drove the speed limit and obeyed all traffic directives except for yielding to cops. they tried to pit maneuver him twice and he just took himself over the median and turned around to follow traffic the other way. the cops ended up spike stripping one of their own SUVs while trying to stop him. when he finally stopped he just sat in his truck, unarmed, with a big tank of nitrous doing whippets for several hours while the cops desperately wracked their pig brains for a tactic that could stop a dude from chilling in his truck.

this was a situation that could have been resolved with a taxi and a tow truck and like, a court summons after running the plates. cops aren't here to solve situations, they're here to justify their obscene budgets and military equipment by making every situation an excuse to wage chemical warfare on anyone who doesn't allow them to define the situation.

they shot pepper bullets into his cab. he sat in his truck. a gaggle of them crept up to the passenger side and tossed in a tear gas canister. he tossed it back out the driver side and kept sitting in his truck. the cop negotiator brought water for the guy but then rather than actually give it to him to demonstrate even an ounce of good faith he threw it on the ground like 10 feet away from the truck as the most obvious bait. they brought in SWAT! fucking SWAT and their shitty SWAT monster truck, for an unarmed dude sitting in his truck. it was only misdemeanors until the cops showed up and made everything about them which made the dude's every attempt to leave into a felony because it's happening around a cop.

and all the while the news anchor is like OH YOU DON'T WANT THESE PEACE OFFICERS EXPOSED TO FURTHER RISKS, YOU DON'T WANT THEM CAUGHT IN CROSSFIRE (from who?? other pigs?? they're the only ones with guns!). HEY COP CORRESPONDENT, WHAT IF YOU USED A FLASHBANG ON THE GUY. god, when even the cop correspondent is like "uhh we're not doing that" you know you've said something sick. i cannot emphasize enough how much of it was just the dude sitting in his truck. the pigs solved this real brainscratcher of a conundrum with more tear gas because that's the only verb they know.

abolish the police!