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It's only one minute long, but this CCTV footage has a better narrative and more compelling character arcs than most of the arthouse films I've seen:
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As the original tweeter notes later in the thread, this video is not “CCTV footage” but performance art — “a Dhar Mann-style inspirational video by Cris Elmasry”
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It's so wild that there are people who can identify cars by sight. Like instead of “brown truck” or “grey sedan” everywhere they go they’re all “that Mazda Myopia is turning left beside the 2017 Chevy Stigmata”. It must be like seeing those colors only shrimp can see.
My 76yo mom sent me this and told me I should post it because "people love cute animals where they're not supposed to be."
I told her I couldn’t post it without a really good caption. Five minutes later she came back with "The new cook makes a mess but he works for peanuts."
I want a “reverse Costco” where you can buy small amounts of items you will rarely use again, like specialty ingredients.
Let me pay $1 for 1 oz of fish sauce. Yes, I can get much more for not that much more money but then I’ll feel guilty every time I see it in my fridge.
Hot Take: the joke in the Barbie trailer where Ken can’t understand that a woman is a doctor doesn’t make any sense. All the doctors in his world are Barbies. The joke would work better if he demands to see a woman because where he’s from men aren’t doctors.
I am DONE being silenced for my BELIEFS!*
*The Jetsons and The Flintstones take place at the same time, with the ultra-elite 1% living in the clouds far above a post-apocalyptic Earth where the mass of humanity struggles to survive among mutated animals.
115 years ago today, a man arrived in a small Western town and before anyone even learned his name he somehow died eating paste.
The town buried the stranger and gave him a memorial stone. Nobody knew him, but they still wanted the future to know he was here once, he was alive.