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Interesting and somewhat related: Youtuber Cody Detwiler (whistlindiesel) was arrested last year and charged with multiple tax evasion felonies for using the Montana loophole to register his vehicles.

According to Detwiler, Tennessee did not bother to notify him in advance that he was in violation. Instead, they sent heavily armed men to his place of business, handcuffed him, and took him to jail. His bond was $20000.

Detwiler spoke out publicly on his Youtube channel about the arrest, claiming that he was targeted specifically because his celebrity status would bring attention to Tennessee's position on the loophole. Shortly afterward, Detwiler was arrested a second time at the airport while returning from a trip abroad, and charged with a separate Montana loophole violation.

Detwiler says that Tennessee authorities visited his accountant months before he was charged, asked her specific information about his vehicles being registered in Montana, and told her not to let Detwiler know about they were investigating him.

For sure. This is consistent with how I would expect the TikTok generation to communicate. I would also add that not only does he know nothing about software development, but he knows even less about the basics of using his own computer.

You can also click and drag to rotate the images, in some cases even a view from the floor up.

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During my late twenties and throughout my thirties I had bad sleep paralysis. It was terrifying for the first couple of years. I would wake up (or I would think I was awake) to being suffocated, unable to inhale or exhale, unable to move at all, and with a feeling of impending doom. I could open my eyes and move them back and forth, and I could hear. Most of the time I would see a menacing dark figure moving toward me, and I could hear loud static in the air or popping noises all around me. I genuinely thought I was going to die.

I researched it, and learned that it wasn't going to kill me. It was still terrifying, but after some time I learned that if I didn't fight it and struggle to wakeup by attempting to move my pinky or attempting to grunt to alert my wife, I could "drop" into a lucid dream.

In order to do this I would have to convince myself that I wasn't going to suffocate to death, and I had to fight the urge to breathe. This wasn't easy, and it didn't always work, but when it did I would drop into a dream where I was totally aware that I was dreaming, and I could do almost anything.

As I got older it began to happen less frequently, and eventually I stopped having sleep paralysis, and I stopped dreaming. It was fun while it lasted though.

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Generally, all long guns that are not auto/semi-auto must be cycled after every shot in order to chamber another round. This includes pump-action, bolt-action, and lever-action rifles/shotguns. There are exceptions, such as revolver rifles.

There are also instances when semi-auto pistols might need to be cycled after every round.

Church Norris can spin the cylinder on his Glock.

New video from the previous franchise owners gives more details:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zedmOopRTm0

New video from the previous franchise owners that explains more: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zedmOopRTm0

From Wikipedia: The name Taumata­whakatangihanga­koauau­o­tamatea­turi­pukaka­piki­maunga­horo­nuku­pokai­whenua­ki­tana­tahu translates roughly as "the summit where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, the slider, climber of mountains, the land-swallower who travelled about, played his kōauau (flute) to his loved one".

Great point! My knee-jerk reaction was that this is an intrusion and the enduser would be held hostage unless he/she gives up personal information to Walmart...and maybe that is the case for some, but some will surely benefit from the personal advertising and discounts. I do believe there should be a large, bright, unavoidable notice on the outside of the TV packaging stating that a Walmart account is required to use the TV.

I love every minute of my sysadmin job (different job, I know)..and it's not always easy. I enjoy the work. I enjoy educating the users. I even enjoy being on call. And it isn't necessarily the money. I enjoy researching and fixing issues that I might not have come across before, and improving on the current infrastructure and workflow. I even enjoy talking to the salespeople and vendors who call. I love putting projects together and seeing them work when finished.

Many people in my line of work do not share my attitude, and many of my coworkers are grouchy and complain they're overworked. They do just enough to get by, and are generally rude to the users (but, not always).

I am in my early fifties, and have been in the business most of my career. I have worked at only two different companies, and have had a great life, even the long days that turned into late nights/early mornings.

I would definitely say I am addicted to being useful.

The solution, from a personal privacy standpoint, could be to obscure your license plate to prevent a proper photograph from being taken. I have read of invisible film and transparent sprays that purport to do just this.

There are also very affordable "license plate flippers" which, at the push of a button, rotate both your front and rear plates to different plates.

Both of these methods are likely illegal for driving, but may be legal when parked on private property.

The author lists everything his phone has replaced, and the two items his phone cannot replace yet. One of those is a radar detector. To that I offer the Waze app. While it is not exactly a radar detector, it still serves the same purpose.

Funny story. I first heard of the Waze app while reading a Car & Driver magazine in my doctor's office nearly 15 years ago (possibly before 2010). There was an article on illegal cross-country car racing. One of the drivers said something like, "I use a combination of radar detector and Waze to avoid the police."

I had no idea what Waze was, and researched it as soon as I got home. It has always been crowd-sourced, and there were not many users back in those days (at least in my area), but I used it and spread the word anyway,

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...just wait for the email, click the link, enter your credit card number, and...

This. I have told my eighty-year-old parents this many times over the years, but it doesn't seem to stick.

...and it really is a pretty good jolt if I remember correctly. After reading this post I considered rebuilding my project and showing it to my wife....but that's probably a bad idea lol.

This brought back a great memory from my childhood. When I was a boy, in fourth or fifth grade, my dad showed me how to give my friends an electrical shock with a transformer and a 9-volt battery.

I made the design my own by mounting the transformer to a 4x4 piece of scrap plywood, and then cutting out two square 'finger pads' from a tin can, and screwing those into the plywood also.

Add in some wire, a switch, a battery, and a little patter, "place your two fingers on the shiny pads and this will make music....using your mouth as the speaker" and your parents get a call from the principal.

Honestly, I always thought I was the only one who did this. My dad was a practical joker with a sense of humor that only he understood.

My dad died last February. This was a wonderful memory that made me smile. Thanks Hacker News for two memories in a weeks time!

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It really is. I was so glad to find Geof's picture in the database.

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Your friend looks so young in his AT picture! Thank you for sharing that story. It was a good read.

Thank you for your kind words.

Thank you. I appreciate the sentiment.

Wow. Thank you for posting this. I am fifty years old. In 1989 my best friend, Geof Allen, and I spent an entire year planning to walk the AT after high school. During long nights in my parents basement we literally mapped out every step by figuring out how many steps were in a mile, and then multiplying. Life happened. He walked the entire AT from Spring Mtn to Mt Kahdin. I reluctantly followed my parents wishes and went off to college.

Even in high school Geof was unlike anyone I ever knew. He did not have the best life, but he always smiled. When we were winter-camping together Geof knew how to make your frozen feet not-so-bad. When we were lost deep in a cave in Newport, Virginia, Geof showed no signs of worry, while I openly panicked.

After walking the AT Geof joined the Navy, and when a slot opened up he became a Blue Angel...not a pilot, but still a prestigious position with a flight suit as a uniform. He married his high school sweetheart, and after the Navy, moved back home and became a police officer.

I had totally lost contact with Geof, and was working in IT across the street from my local police department. As I was walking to my car one afternoon I saw Geof standing in the parking lot. We chatted and caught up a bit, and then lost contact again.

The next time I heard Geof's name was years later. He had committed suicide. I almost want to say that he didn't have a choice. You see, he had watched all of the other males and one female in his fathers bloodline be taken away by Huntington's Disease. I found out later that Geof was in the early-stages, and it was easy to deduce that he needed to take action while he was still able.

We were all from the same hometown. I knew his Uncles and his Aunt, and watched what Huntington's did to them, and I was there the day his father committed suicide.

I found Geof's picture on athikerpictures.com. He is second from the left. Blue pants and white shirt. I am certain that he made life easier for the three hikers pictured with him. His trail name was Alpha. Alpha Geof Allen.