According to the training at various jobs I've held, if gunshots are likely to be a threat, you should lay down wherever is available and put your knees under your chest to kink up your body.
The reasoning given was that bullets tend to travel in a straight line, so if you minimize the straight lines in your body, you're in less danger. This never really made sense to me, but it's what I was officially told.
If you were in something like a cast iron tub, that might protect you, but I doubt any modern tub would make much of a difference.
I'm glad you survived your experience!
This is one of the ways I identify spam calls. My cell phone number is from a long way away from where I live now. As far as I know I have no remaining associations with any businesses in the area - certainly none that wouldn't have cause to leave a voicemail - and I know the numbers of my friends and family in the area.
Therefore, if I get a call from an unknown number in that area code and they don't leave a voicemail, they were nearly certainly spam callers. Often even if they do leave a voicemail.
A little while ago I got a call from a number in that area code and they did leave a voicemail, but I haven't been able to figure out what the point was. For the purposes of this anecdote, let's pretend my name is John Smith. The voicemail consisted of the following:
"[Long silence] John? [Another long pause] John ... [One more long pause] Smmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiitthhhhh .... [Final long pause, then disconnect]"
They haven't called back, so I have no idea what they wanted. For the two times saying my first name, I figured they were just a recruiter who thought I had picked up, rather than my voicemail; but the way they stretched out my last name (and said nothing further) was honestly creepy as hell.
Agreed about the concept being cool.
There I sat, broken hearted Tried to shit but only farted
I've fought this battle many times.
There are plural Psylockes?
Do you know of Sabertooth's tradition on Wolverine's birthday?
I should have known.
I got offered a job at NASA. It was very tempting, primarily because I would have gotten to see space maneuvers.
However, they had no WFH openings and the department that was offering me a position was only using technologies with which I was already familiar. Unfortunately I had to decline.
In the show, he was a good doctor and was able to troubleshoot a kidney by hand (eye, actually, IIRC).
You're right, though ... In real life a good doctor couldn't and wouldn't.
This was Duke. He's unfortunately long gone, but he was a good dog. He was the first dog I got as an adult, but really he was my then girlfriend's, now wife's dog. Still, hopefully this clip shows that he loved me as well, at least when she wasn't around.
There were a lot of good things that happened, but a lot of things I wouldn't mind having have skipped.
Nothing to add here.
Now it's a genre.
I'm not really sure why.
Yesterday I hurt myself sufficiently that I wasn't really able to leave my bed. As such, I did three things: work, sleep and read. I did technically eat, but I couldn't sit up long enough to finish my meal. I did not shower, sadly.
Anyway, because that's not the first time this has happened, I keep a cache of books in my bed to read when I'm immobilized. Most recently it was these two. The one on the right is the one I started last night and the one on the left is the sequel.
Out of the corner of my eye, I keep thinking they're the same book. They're both from 2019, so it's not impossible AI was involved, but it's not terribly likely.
edit: Visuals aside, it's a pretty good series. The books pictured are numbers eleven and twelve and I like the characters enough to have made it this far into the series.
But there's something about them I find distracting.
I didn't think my cats would care, but since my dog died, Maze has been ... Aggressively affectionate. To the point that I need to shoo her away if I need any alone time. She wasn't this loving any time over her past fifteen years or so of life and didn't seem like she cared about the dog, but she's been completely transformed since then.
I mean, just look at it.
edit: For anyone wondering, it's from the first few seconds of HARDY - Sold Out.
They almost blend together.
My model female cousin (usually most of those details wouldn't matter, but they sort of do in this anecdote) once broke down on the side of the road in broad daylight. Apparently someone, a man, pulled over and offered to help her, but then immediately started attempting to abduct her.
I was a kid when all of this happened, so all I know is what I overheard my mom saying on the phone when relaying the story to someone else; but apparently the cousin in question decided "I'm either going to die here or get away, I'm not going to let him take me." From my memory of this secondhand story, she screamed, shouted and struggled, but was entirely ignored by everyone traveling the busy highway where she'd broken down. Eventually an off-duty cop (this was in the late nineties, I think) stopped at the side of the road and rescued her. I don't know what happened after (except that said cousin is still around).
I'm proud of her for defending herself. So was my mom, which is why I overheard that story.