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zegh,
I think bank robberies have declined in recent years since the money is almost always timelocked or not physically at the bank in any large quantities. Those kids probably learned a lesson though.

- 30 deg Celsius / - 22 Fahrenheit here now. Plus a little wind to top it off. Had weather like this for about a week now, or even longer. Some people prefer weather like this to sleet etc. Me, not so much.
 
zegh,
I think bank robberies have declined in recent years since the money is almost always timelocked or not physically at the bank in any large quantities. Those kids probably learned a lesson though.

- 30 deg Celsius / - 22 Fahrenheit here now. Plus a little wind to top it off. Had weather like this for about a week now, or even longer. Some people prefer weather like this to sleet etc. Me, not so much.

Hohoho, -30! Now that is a real, manly, Fennoscanian cold! I haven't felt such temperatures since I was up in Troms - against my will - complying mandatory military service :V

And speaking of bank robberies, did you hear about the robbery at the "counting central" (is what we call it, idunno the English name for such) in Stavanger? Perps fired off shots in all directions, spectacular as hell, they took off with 30 mill NOK, which are yet to be recovered. In other words, a successful heist.
The perpetrators are serving prison time, but they still - technically - have the money, hidden that is. Some of them should be getting out of jail pretty soon, while the mastermind + one more were given maximum sentences (21 years) for the death of a police officer at the scene.

There is a pretty detailed, and quite well done movie about it, "NOKAS", which gives some interesting insight into the details and technicalities of the heist
 
Didn't hear about that one, interesting. 30 mill NOK, that's like 3 million euros? Quite a lot. We had a famous bank robber in Finland mostly active in the 60's to 80's known as 'Volvo' Markkanen, because his getaway car was usually a volvo. He also operated in other Scandinavian nations, he even robbed banks in Norway in the 70's. He also escaped from prison few times.

His swedish wikipage. https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matti_Markkanen
 
Haha, thats vintage! :D Good old days, when such stuff was possible!

Not really related, but these nicknames given to criminals are sometimes... interesting. Like "Lommemannen" - "The pocket man", a notorious pedophile known for, well, making children put their hands in his pocket.......

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By the way, I skimmed through Wikipedia's list of argument fallacies, and - while I might have missed it - I don't think there is a specific fallacy for rejecting an argument based on "uneducated" wording. It's the third time it has happened on another forum, and it irks me - like:
Peace is good, war is wrong.
vs
Peace is good, yall, war is wrong, yo.

The latter sentence will - if subjected to the fallacy - be rejected as incorrect, because it sounds uneducated.

(to be clear, I didn't sound uneducated, but I used some profanity, which apparently nullified everything I had to say)
 
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But that would mean that all those simple-minded old folk with simple vocabulary and lot of slang which provide wise exposition in various films would be wrong.
 
Haha, thats vintage! :D Good old days, when such stuff was possible!

Not really related, but these nicknames given to criminals are sometimes... interesting. Like "Lommemannen" - "The pocket man", a notorious pedophile known for, well, making children put their hands in his pocket.......
Personally I'm in favor of giving criminals and murderers ridiculous nicknames, and there's a very legitimate reason for this: so many serial killers and sociopaths thrive on the attention they get from their crimes. They keep commiting them because they love the fear they cause in people, the fact they become huge news. So how do we combat that? By treating them like the pathetic pieces of crap they are. And one way to do that is a lame, humiliating nickname. For instance, I've seen people proposing to call the Original Night Stalker / East Area Rapist by the name of "Baby Dick Killer" in reference to the small penis he supposedly had, according to victims. That would be a way to remove the aura of power and legend around the killer, and they suddenly have a lot less motivation to continue acting upon their psychopathy.

Now the ONS/EAR is not the best example because he was one of the cases where he didn't really do it for attention. A better one would be the Zodiac Killer, who killed entirely for attention. His victims didn't have a profile, he had no specific reason for choosing them, and he wasn't pushing any agenda (personal or otherwise). He only killed and left all those cryptic letters because he took joy in how much he terrified people with it, in how much he made the police and the population turn their world upside down to find him. He kept killing because it made people think he was hot shit. Now what if instead of giving the Zodiac the massive media attention, people had been more reserved in how much went to the news, stopped talking about him constantly, gave him a stupid name and acted like he was just a sad (but dangerous) nobody who wasn't tricking anyone and would soon be caught? Maybe the Zodiac wouldn't have gotten so high on attention and wouldn't have murdered so many people.

Want a more recent example to learn more about this, just look into any of the dozens of school shootings in recent years. Those guys all do it for the attention. Because they know they'll be in every headline for weeks. That's how the mind of a sociopath works. We need to stop giving those criminals so much media focus. I talked about the name thing, but that's just a minor detail. The real impact will come when the world changes the entire mentality of how we treat those tragedies.
 
I thought a similar thought when there was a recent shooting in the US, I'm too exasperated to go and look up the exact details, and I was too sick of it to really take it in when it happened - except I noticed he was Muslim, and that immmediately, some American news outlet went right for the "Maybe he represents ISIS"

STOP doing that! Maybe he represents fuckall, maybe he represents his grandmother, who gives a shit, but most importantly, stop giving credit to those douchebags when they didn´t even claim credit! What the hell! Credit is the air those people breathe, so why the hell provide them with it - and so eagerly!?
 
They keep commiting them because they love the fear they cause in people, the fact they become huge news. So how do we combat that? By treating them like the pathetic pieces of crap they are. And one way to do that is a lame, humiliating nickname.

I think that when a mass shooter dies in the act, we should remember them by photoshopping them into all kinds of beastial situations. It would be great if we could get the mainstream press to go along with this (I believe libel / slander laws are no longer in effect when the person is deceased). On the web though everything is so fractured that it would be hard to get the penetration (pun intended), unless it went full-blown meme.
 
I slipped on the ice and fell down the stairs to my flat. Holy goddamn how it hurts to fall down stairs. And it's not like those trained barrel-roll falls stuntmen do in movies, nono, this is a plank-flat back-smashing fall onto the stairs, with every vertebra of my collumn, for then to roll down and ammass surprising ammounts of mud and sand and shit all over myself, for then to struggle to regain breath for the next 20 seconds
 
That sounds painful.
I had an MRT done yesterday to finally check up on my knee which I hurt only a year ago. Turns out that the cruciate ligament is almost torn and that there's some sort of edema on the bone, probably from running with a slightly unstable knee without a brace.
Highly annoying. Should have done the MRT last year already, and worn the (soft) brace for much longer (worn it for sports almost all the time, but it was too annoying for daily use). Oh well, I just hope my orthopedist doesn't forbid me to do heavy squats, and that there's no need for surgery.
 
Agh, knees, feet, they're so debilitating to knock out of function.

I'm not a very athletic person, so I rarely injure myself, and the times I do, I prefer to deal with it myself whenever possible. I would probably delay important scans with entire years as well, maybe more :D I once managed to break a toe, somehow, by accidentally kicking my VCR walking through my room.
Within hours the toe went from red, to purple, to black, and swelled so much it was lifted, resting on top of the other toes.
Wearing shoes outdoors gave me the most pronounced, exaggerated ghetto-limp for the 2-3 months it took for it to heal

At the time I was too chronically broke also, to really want to pay a doctor 400,- for telling me "yup, it's broken!"
(Same happened w broken ribs, once. Nothing you can do about it, just try not to laugh or yawn too much while it heals)
 
Well, they're very tiny fractures! A toe and a rib! I can't imagine what it's like to break a whole thigh, to have bones sticking out of your body and stuff, like some people get.
Apparently a broken thigh is one of the biggest pains a human can experience. The rib fracture was mostly painless, except it was very uncomfortable, and I sometimes heard/felt the fracture scrape :D That was the worst I think

The toe was very, very painful, but at least it was very localized to a single point.

Now, wanna hear something hardcore, in my book at least? Stress collapse! I had my 3rd just recently, where I vomited into my trash-can, for then to keel over and faint, and wake up super-confused with the bucket tilted, and me snorkling in my own sick.
Vomit in my hair! A first!
Man, I need to stop doing that. Which starts with me needing to get the fucking fuck out of this crazy-hole, and get a place of my own, before I just kill someone... (as soon as I got back from vacation, I came into an empty livingroom. Crazy-neighbor threw everything out. I don't use the livingroom, so I'm not gonna ask, but damn, I'm away 3 weeks, and the guy fuckin sells the furniture, or burns it, or hides it, idunno. Probably some mind-game, who knows wtf crazy people are thinking. He then instantly proceeded to place my used utensils in front of my door, as a "hint" to wash it. Which I do. Always. Just not at the immediate instantaneousness that he requires. I was going to use the utensils more, which is what I did, which does not deter him at all. As soon as I used them a 2nd time, he came up right behind me, and demonstratively begun scrubbing them, as if "doing my job for me", not considering for half a second that hey - maybe I planned a 3rd trip back to the kitchen. I am so SICK of control-freak crazies, I am SO SICK... and it's ALL ocd! So I explained to him what I can anyway, he looked at me with a confused smile, and went back to his OCD. The landlord told him to cut that shit out, he smiles nervously, and goes right back to his OCD. Goddamnit, at least self-medicate or something, but NO, he sits there totally sober, with OCD pouring out his ears, just thinking of what crazy shit to do next, such as remove all the furniture from the kitchen, or something - and hide it.)
 
That sounds painful.
I had an MRT done yesterday to finally check up on my knee which I hurt only a year ago. Turns out that the cruciate ligament is almost torn and that there's some sort of edema on the bone, probably from running with a slightly unstable knee without a brace.
Highly annoying. Should have done the MRT last year already, and worn the (soft) brace for much longer (worn it for sports almost all the time, but it was too annoying for daily use). Oh well, I just hope my orthopedist doesn't forbid me to do heavy squats, and that there's no need for surgery.




This reminded me of my good friend's life story - he used to be a rugby player, among other things (he was also one of the best athletes in the country at that age), and hurt his knee badly on one occasion, which got him out of the loop for a while. At the time, he remained active in other "less brutal" sports.
When he got back, he got his knee injured again. At the same place. IIRC, they broke something there, so he went for a scan.

Turns out he had a tumor in his knee. And a big one - I'm not sure which bone it was exactly. I think it was the previous injury which caused it to form, something like that. I'm not sure.
In any case, bone cancer is really nasty and they tend to metastasize easily. So they had to amputate his leg slightly above his knee.

To this day I'm not sure how he managed to pull through all that. In few months he lost so many things - he lost his leg, his sports career was ruined, his body went from muscular to skin and bones, and so many other hardships. Fuck it, he even lost his hair because of chemo, and he had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen, male or female - it was long up to his ass. Now he is basically bald.

But he remained one of the most physically fit people I've met - he still trains regularly - and what's kinda funny, despite the fact that his right leg is mostly prosthetic, he can run fast as fuck (it's not one of those prosthetic legs which were intended for running, this is the basic one), though he does that rarely.

Cool guy and a real beast. He's like one of those people in the shows you'd see on Discovery or some similar channel.
 
This reminded me of my good friend's life story - he used to be a rugby player, among other things (he was also one of the best athletes in the country at that age), and hurt his knee badly on one occasion, which got him out of the loop for a while. At the time, he remained active in other "less brutal" sports.
When he got back, he got his knee injured again. At the same place. IIRC, they broke something there, so he went for a scan.

Turns out he had a tumor in his knee. And a big one - I'm not sure which bone it was exactly. I think it was the previous injury which caused it to form, something like that. I'm not sure.
In any case, bone cancer is really nasty and they tend to metastasize easily. So they had to amputate his leg slightly above his knee.

To this day I'm not sure how he managed to pull through all that. In few months he lost so many things - he lost his leg, his sports career was ruined, his body went from muscular to skin and bones, and so many other hardships. Fuck it, he even lost his hair because of chemo, and he had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen, male or female - it was long up to his ass. Now he is basically bald.

But he remained one of the most physically fit people I've met - he still trains regularly - and what's kinda funny, despite the fact that his right leg is mostly prosthetic, he can run fast as fuck (it's not one of those prosthetic legs which were intended for running, this is the basic one), though he does that rarely.

Cool guy and a real beast. He's like one of those people in the shows you'd see on Discovery or some similar channel.
That guy sounds seriously awesome.

Incidentally, rugby is also how I hurt my knee last year. But that bone edema isn't cancer, luckily enough.
 
Luckily, yeah.
Cancer is real bitch. We all know it, but until someone close to you gets it, it's hard to fathom how fucked up that thing actually is.

But enough of this, it's kinda depressing. Heal fast and shits.
 
I never had any medical emergencies or fainting incidents in my life. I stumble a lot when walking because my feet are huge and most sidewalks in Colombia were either built by idiots or used by elephants, so they always have either weird random changes in elevation or are full of cracks but never had an accident going down stairs or anything, only broke an arm once and that was because someone pushed me and I fell on my elbow. Closes to fainting I have had was one time I pulled an all nighter, completed my project with time to spare and I felt full of energy still so I went to the gym (back when I still went) and I felt light headed doing some deadlifts and was told to not be an idiot and go sleep before doing shit like that.

I fell down a cliff once as a kid because I got scared by the Shepherd dogs on my grandma's farm, I don't remember much, but they told me I almost died, I was like 4. Altho the people in my family have this marked tedency towards making things more dramatic than they should so I probably just got bruised or something and my mom just exagerates the tale?.
 
I fell down a cliff once as a kid because I got scared by the Shepherd dogs on my grandma's farm, I don't remember much, but they told me I almost died, I was like 4. Altho the people in my family have this marked tedency towards making things more dramatic than they should so I probably just got bruised or something and my mom just exagerates the tale?.

You'll never know!

Today, after smashing my back (which still hurts) I was walking so jerkily, because I also stretched some muscles and shit while tumbling down the stupid stairs (that stuff really wrecks you!), I jerked away from the door, not to hit it, then stretched a muscle, hurt myself, jerked right back again, and knocked my head sideways right into the door-frame I tried to avoid

Since then, I'm mostly dedicating today to waiting for nightfall, so I can go to bed.
 
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