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There are no "Conservatives."

There are only white supremacists.

There are no "Conservatives."

There are only white supremacists.

There is nothing any individual can do that matters in the climate change fight. This is one more example of governments and corporations shoving their responsibility for the destruction of the planet onto us.

Why Democrats are daring to hope after Texas Senate result

The party has the best chance in decades at turning the Lone Star State blue as it faces the herculean task of flipping the Senate at the midterm elections

I mean "non exposed rolls." I should have just said "new" but my autistic brain was like "but they're old, new rolls."

He didn't talk much. He had the demeanor of a fisherman on a very gray day, but he had a wicked sense of humor.

Oh, I should have said "its seven blank rolls of film." I mean to show that he was ready to take more pictures at any time, not that he had rolls of images to be discovered. I wish that was the case!

When I get a handle on film photography and access to a dark room, I am going to take some photos that are just for me. I'll develop them by myself, I'll matte them myself, and I'll put them away.

No one will see them until one day someone is cleaning out my apartment. I think Russ might like that.

He was in the Korean war as a medic. When a helicopter went down, he was part of the rescue team. Despite the crash site being under heavy fire when they arrived, Russ ran out and dragged three men back to safety. He was shot twice while doing so.

He never mentioned it once.

It seems impossible that a man who owned the best 35mm film camera for its time, trio of lenses, a flash, and seven rolls of undeveloped film, would not have a single example of his work.

I was not completely surprised. We never knew Russ was a Purple Heart recipient until we came across the medal.

This camera kit was an inheritance from my Uncle Russ, partner to my Uncle Brian. No one called Russ his partner because they never acknowledged it themselves, despite buying three condos together.

There were very private people. I realized today I have never seen a single photo Russ took.

I’ve unmasked a white nationalist fight club in my city: Montreal.

After weeks of work (with help!), I can reveal an Olympian as a member of the Frontenac Active Club — one who, unbeknownst to the owners, brought them to a local gym for training and propaganda photos.

Here’s my investigation:

Ty for the clarification :)

"Something everyone else said during my multiple security briefings just occurred to me."

"Something everyone else said during my multiple security briefings just occurred to me."

I was shopping for a magnetic mounting plate for my camera, and I came across only one with a one-⭐ review:

"The magnets require a knife to separate them."

I bought them immedtalty.

Dudes with crosses in their Twitter profiles will be the death of us all.

Why blur the faces of people who proudly displayed the imagery and stood knowingly for the photo?

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A close-up macro photo of a large, translucent 20-sided die (d20). The die is intensely illuminated from behind, making it glow with vibrant pink and purple light. The inside of the die looks like shattered glass with sparkly inclusions that catch the light. The numbers on the die are black, with the number 20 prominently visible near the top. The background is mostly dark, with a blurry, bright white light source directly above the die.

A large, clear 20-sided die (d20) with sparkly pink inclusions sits on a desk. The scene is heavily bathed in bright green light coming from a desk lamp positioned just above and to the left of the frame. The die shows the number 20 facing forward. Surrounding the die in the blurred foreground and background are pieces of electronic audio equipment with knobs, along with a few red and yellow cables.

I picked up a throttle lens adapter so I could put my uncles nearly 50-year old glass on my Canon R6 II.

I am eager to try some portraits with this setup.

Michael B. Jordan accepting MALE ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE MOTION PICTURE

What a win.

Hello everybody. My name is Olivia, I am the social media coordinator for MCG, and I have made a very silly, embarrassing mistake.

Our team has been busy getting ready for GAMA (among some personal issues that have left the Kansas crew a bit scattered), and (1/5)
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I want to believe every stand-up comedian, when faced with virtually any problem, thinks "Oh, no! My extensive experience with improvisational storytelling is useless here!"

They actually decided to swap Paragons in the moment, so we ended up with a very depressed Fool and an Optimism Knight.

This was a standard one-shot session, where I assigned the player's Paragons to them based on how they answered the Magic Circle questions.

I paused the game. "If you both want to keep your characters, when you open your hand you see your plastic D6 with "HAHA" written over the 6 side in Sharpie."

I've run many DIE RPG games. Today marks the first time the Fool looked at his plastic D6 during Paragon creation, assumed it wasn't magical and special like the others, and dove to pick up the Emotion Knight's D8 instead.

The shock of the cold didn’t fully register until afterward. After emerging from the lake, an ambulance transported him to the emergency room. At the hospital, doctors monitored him after his cardiac enzymes spiked to more than thirteen times the normal level, a marker sometimes associated with heart distress. He stayed about twenty-eight hours. He was not allowed to eat, in case doctors needed to perform a heart catheterization. “I was so sad,” he said. “I love to eat.” When he was discharged, he went straight to Redhot Ranch for the cheeseburger he’d been craving. “I just experienced some trauma. I wanted this cheeseburger,” he said.

Same, dude.

The shock of the cold didn’t fully register until afterward. After emerging from the lake, an ambulance transported him to the emergency room. At the hospital, doctors monitored him after his cardiac enzymes spiked to more than thirteen times the normal level, a marker sometimes associated with heart distress. He stayed about twenty-eight hours. He was not allowed to eat, in case doctors needed to perform a heart catheterization. “I was so sad,” he said. “I love to eat.” When he was discharged, he went straight to Redhot Ranch for the cheeseburger he’d been craving. “I just experienced some trauma. I wanted this cheeseburger,” he said.

Same, dude.

Thank you 🥰