“The paternoster elevator at Prague City Hall. These door-less, continuously moving lifts are the 1860s invention of Peter Ellis, an architect from Liverpool, and were once popular all over Eastern Europe and Germany before production ended in the 1970s over safety concerns. ” Video courtesy Jada Yuan
you ever just instantly develop an irrational fear
my toddler brain immediately thought “in what brutal manner will you be crushed if you don’t get out at the last floor” but it turns out thats not one of the ways they will kill you
I’m assuming this is called a “paternoster” because you gotta pray the entire time you’re on it.
It had a way greater nickname in German: “Proletenbagger” (”pleb digger”) and, because naturally the rich needed their own, better paternosters, “Bonzenbagger” (”nob digger”). Class commentary by way of technology.
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“I-I
already told you-“ He desperately stuttered out, nervous of someone
hearing them. “When I drink it gives my body a euphoric rush of..
certain emotions, and it also keeps me alive.. It’s like having to eat
vegetables and drink water. I gotta do it or there will be consequences
like extreme fatigue, and wild hunger..”
Carlos nodded again, typing into the ipad. “Okay then… cool. THis is all very interesting.”
But then Carlos realized that Skip seemed kind of off. “Hey… are you okay?” he asked.
His head swiveled up and he smiled shakily as he brushed his fingers over his other hand, “Yeah- sorry.. This stuff is just kind of… Well- to be blunt, it’s usually very sexual and that’s why I’m so nervous.” He paused, “I don’t really talk about this stuff..”
Carlos’ eyebrows shot up. “Oh… oh! Oh, really? Interesting… Uh, I guess. Well, it’s just natural. Uh, sex, I mean. Would you… rather not talk about it?”
“N-no! No.. it’s fine, it’s just a little embarrassing you know?” Skip chuckled worriedly, “Are you sure I can’t hypnotize someone for you today..? I’m very good, very careful!”
“Well, I need time to get the group and ask them if any of them would be willing,” Carlos said. “They might want to make it a spectacle and have fun with it. Would… you be okay with that?”
((thank goodness the work week is over. This month was tough
Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”
So I’d be angry too if people kept this shit up every single year.
i am going to reblog this until i die
…oh
Seriously its just not funny and I wish people would stop
I reblog this every fucking year. Leave them alone.
Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
“I-I
already told you-“ He desperately stuttered out, nervous of someone
hearing them. “When I drink it gives my body a euphoric rush of..
certain emotions, and it also keeps me alive.. It’s like having to eat
vegetables and drink water. I gotta do it or there will be consequences
like extreme fatigue, and wild hunger..”
Carlos nodded again, typing into the ipad. “Okay then… cool. THis is all very interesting.”
But then Carlos realized that Skip seemed kind of off. “Hey… are you okay?” he asked.
His head swiveled up and he smiled shakily as he brushed his fingers over his other hand, “Yeah- sorry.. This stuff is just kind of… Well- to be blunt, it’s usually very sexual and that’s why I’m so nervous.” He paused, “I don’t really talk about this stuff..”
Carlos’ eyebrows shot up. “Oh… oh! Oh, really? Interesting… Uh, I guess. Well, it’s just natural. Uh, sex, I mean. Would you… rather not talk about it?”
*hurries into the apartment behind Dan* to look for Max*
“Okay, I have good news & bad news. The good news is that I managed to knock out that son of a bitch. The bad news is that I have no idea when he’ll wake up so we have to get Max out of here now.”
“Gotcha. Where do you think he hid him? MAX! Max, where are you?”
“What makes you say that? I have been sleeping just fine!” Of course, that was a lie but why would he outwardly confess to being so sleep deprived from having nightmares almost every day due to Titan
“Do
you have a spot where you normally stargaze?” Peter asks looking over
at the other. “You know, Tony Stark and I are good friends… I’m sure
he’ll have something for you to look at the stars and the Space Station
with. Not to mention Mr. Stark is out of town and Pepper is with him. So
I mean I could take you there and it’s not too far from here… you could
be home in time to sleep and wake up and go to your interview?”
Peter shook his head “honestly I don’t know much about Venom
yet to tell you if he’s a threat around here or not. Aside from the bank
robbing and all I don’t really have anything on him. I’m just being
cautious.” He shrugs. “But, you might be right he might not come over
here and bother anyone.”
“I used to go an hour or two outside the city,” Carlos said. “There’s a field near some woods that I like to go to.” But Spidey’s offer both surprised and bothered Carlos. “Um… thanks for the offer, but… it’s probably not a good idea for me to be anywhere near Stark’s stuff.”
Not that Carlos didn’t want to – it would be a dream come true to be able to see some of Tony Stark’s gear and use some of it. But he had a very good reason for declining.
Peter was a bit surprised that he denied the offer, anyone would have jumped at the opportunity to check out Tony Stark’s home and play with whatever cool inventions they could lay their hands on. “Well, alright then… if you change your mind just let me know… Tony won’t mind and it’s not like he’d care anyway.” Peter nods. “So if you’re afraid of getting caught or something you don’t have to worry.”
He lifts up the mask to reveal his lips, offering a gentle smile to the other. “So, I’m guessing you’re a huge science nerd as well? You said you’ve got an interview tomorrow? That’s neat I hope you get the job.”
Carlos smiled slightly – nervously – and he shrugged a bit. “Yeah, well… he’d probably mind,” he said softly.
Carlos was surprised when Spidey lifted his mask just a bit and almost missed the question. “Uh – well, um, yeah. I do. Thanks a lot, Spidey.” Carlos shrugged again, looking down at the gravel on the roof. “It’s… not exactly the sort of thing I would like to work at, but… yeah, I need it. I need to pool some money so I can get out of here, you know?”
The Perfect Scientist 