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It was pretty common up till the 60s and maybe later to get human skeletons form South Asia, they were often obtained from flood or landslide victims, and have no identifiers except maybe an inventory number.

Modern stuff however, is obtained when someone donates their remains, and is often only held for a limited time before interred. They are anonymized to the student / researcher, but there is a record of who they were. The med school’s anatomy lab here has some pretty neat stuff (or did 20 years ago when I went), including a woman’s plasticized torso that had been sliced into 1 inch wafers, and an autopsied man who was born with his organs rotated in his body so that everything was on the wrong side. I still have the illustrations I drew from that anatomy class somewhere.

Pirates of the Caribbean in Disneyland also used medical skeletons. It wasn’t that long ago that they were really easy to purchase, a couple instructors at my university had full skeletons and would bring them in for class. I wanted to buy one just to keep in my closet as a joke, but beer came first.

well, I mean, some of us read the first chapter of Foucault and got a little aroused. I’m not saying who, but it’s perfectly normal.

Whew, good thing I’m just an old fashioned Trotskyite, I wouldn’t want to be in with terrorists.

too quick. gotta hang draw and quarter a few first, then can move to the guillotine once the precedent has been set.

Even if the workers aren’t eligible to enter the US, it should only be an issue if they disembark

and David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.

“You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?”

12 is a big number, I guess he doesn’t want to take his socks off

Bob’s not so well known spinoff “The Agony of Abstract Expressionist Painting”

except that Peavey amp has the mass of a collapsed star

yeah maybe, but did you ever have to stick a pencil in the hole of a DVD to re-spool it because your diskman chewed it up?

The US is not winning the war in Iran.

I’m not saying that complete societal collapse won’t be a good time, but I’m not holding my breath for a post scarcity utopia.

At least Chucky’s shit isn’t spray painted plastic from Home Depot

I just figured the GenX retirement plan was going to follow our musical heroes example and die early.

Who’s got the crack?
https://youtu.be/qsubHmx2Pws

So race is my brain on drugs?

The ghost of Carl Marx