True, most English counties have a pop of only about a million. Still, it is better than some shows.
So if no food was served, why the salt shaker?
Some people salt their beer.
I’ve noticed in a few movies that, when a touch-feely moment is needed, someone will surprise a character with a puppy or some other pet in the belief, I’m assuming, that it will make the character in question feel better.
The recipient always seems to be touched and accepts the new, unexpected pet and all the responsibilities that come with it without complaint instead of responding like I would with something like, “What the fuck is this?!”
That’s a smart move, holding out for two puppies
No. . . it’s ANY wire if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, after some serious diagnostics. I’m not gonna go into details, but just because you see a detonator does not mean it’s the only one.
I’ve been ninja’d by @LSLGuy and @icon. I’d build my fireset to function at 8d 67h 53m 09s just for giggles.
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I don’t want to go into details on designs. Just take my word on this.
I am not a bomb disposal expert, but I think I know which wires to cut on this bomb.
Oh, totally. Better chances in any Midsomer village than St Mary’s Mead or Cabot Cove.
I think this goes back to Lincoln’s autopsy (at least, that’s where I remember it from).
There was a “documentary” on one of the History channels recently where they were trying to determine the authenticity of a deathbed photo, and spent a lot of time agonizing over whether the bullet was lodged in his brain.
OF COURSE it was lodged in his brain! He was shot with a Derringer, not an M1911 .45!
Surgeons dug the bullet out during his autopsy, and it fell into an enameled pan with a satisfying clink!
Next time, try doing some research before you start filming, fer chrissakes!
Well shoot, that’s a simple example, done by an amateur, where you do know exactly what you’re doing. In that case, yes you can cut wires by hand, if you want to. Or you can do it remotely, which is the point I was attempting to make poorly.
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Shoot, that one’s an easy RSP, compared to the normal Hollywood trope.
That’s what I was getting at, about the trope. I’ve seen ones this simple used on TV shows, too, (usually with a bunch of extra wires running around the timer, probably for effect), but just a twisted pair going to the detonator. And characters who should know better act like they’re looking at a bomb from Juggernaut.
It really bothered me in The Peacemaker, when they had access to the physics package, that instead of prying loose a segemet of the conventional explosive (and barely making it in time! Suspense!), that they didn’t just cut the wires (HA!) that were right there. Which would have accomplished the same thing with less theatrics. (and of course the movie completely ignored the fact that they just spread plutonium dust all over Manhattan.)
Ah! I see what you mean now. . . I was picturing the Hollywood ‘spaghetti bowl’ of wires connected to a timer, where some plot-centric character “John Waynes” it and starts cutting random wires with little or zero preparation and analysis. “John Wayne” in a Harvey’s Resort scenario is a bad day, Pilgrim. You still don’t just start hacking away at detonator wires in that situation.
Regarding that Peacemaker scene? Yeah, all sorts of wrong with that. I shall hold my tongue. . .
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The Baby Jesus doesn’t like rad exposure.
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Someone being fired and leaving the office with a brown box full of its stuff (usually a framed family picture is the last thing to be put in it after sobbing…)
Does this happen in real life?
Which “this”?
Lots of people who get fired are escorted by security from the firing room to their desk/cubicle where a handy box has been provided for them to take their personal effects home in. Security watches carefully what goes into the box and what stays behind. Security then escorts the firee out the front door, having already confiscated any badges or keys.
Sobbing at a pic of your family? Who knows.
Sobbing at loosing your job? Sure. I was laid off, not fired, but the devastation of walking out the door on your friends and your revenue stream for the last time with no particular prospects lined up is not a nice feeling.
One extremely common trope that I’ve always been skeptical of, but don’t really know how common it might be.
Detectives are investigating some heinous crime and are trying to talk to some crucial witness or possibly even suspect. They find the guy in middle of doing some mundane task, e.g. tending bar or cleaning out his pool or whatever, and try to talk to him. The guy has no interest in talking to them and is basically just anxious to get back to his task ASAP, so he answers a few questions - often while continuing to clean the pool or whatever at the same time - and then finally cuts them off, saying he has no more time for this.
I’ve never witnessed let alone participated in an actual scene of this sort IRL, so I don’t have any factual basis here. But I think if cops showed up to ask me questions about some heinous crime, I would give that priority over whatever other mundane task I was previously occupied with. (There’s been some discussion of whether it’s worthwhile to talk to cops when you might become a suspect yourself, but that’s another issue.)
Reminds me of many Duke professors who live in Chapel Hill rather than Durham CH is considered to be more cool.
Hijack alert: The countdown digits used in the Goldfinger Countdown are an early attempt to use digital numbers before the advent of LEDs. They are electrical optical displays, illuminating a slice of plastic, stacked one per digits from 0 to 9. EBay has a current listing for the Canon 130 Calculator from 1964 ($1250); they really cool and certainly different.
On the King of Queens, the fat oaf sweet-talks his chubby chaser shrew of a wife after she shrieks "I can not BELIEVE you did that!’. His father neglected and was mean to his mother in one episode, he shows up at a nightclub she went to, looking for her, and they dance dreamily to ‘their song’.
Has any parent actually run out and bought another hamster, mouse, rabbit, gerbil, or goldfish when the child’s pet died while in the parent’s care (while the child was away somewhere)? Hoping the replacement would pass, but the child would immediately declare, ‘This is not Hammy, Mickey, Bunny, Hopsy, Goldie’?
My friend worked at a pet store, and some old lady brought in a “sick goldfish”. They just waited a week, then gave her another that looked similar.