User:Klepto/Notepad
Klepto's Moderately Curated Roadside Cabinet of Curiosities
| Baller. Epic, "what it's all about" type shi. Whole range of emotions amplified through the wonderful magnifying glass of truth that is sleep deprivation. Includes: such wonderfully to-die-for, wistful moments like realizing your 5-and-counting hour internet search could have been a avoided by wathching a single, easily findable, youtube video. I repeat myself, baller. | |
| Thoroughest source on the name "Evelyn" I found | |
| Tumbler page on Lady Evelyn | |
| Bloodborne interviews | |
| Interview with Masaaki Yamagiwa, Bloodborne producer | |
| Heaven sent angel whom I love dearly | |
| Another one of god's right hand | |
| Reddit thread turkish flintlocks | |
| On identifying lock types | |
| The single most important site I stumbled upon | |
| One BAGILLION catalogues. Here: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 (sketchy) | |
| Random drops of knowledge I will know pass onto you: | |
Miquelet style locks can be recognized by 1) two little rectractable studs/horizontal segments that catch in the "half cocked" and "full cock" position, which is the surefire way or 2) the presence of 2 springs, one smaller underneath the frizzen [1] and the larger main spring (all springs here refer to V-shaped pieces of metal, momentum comes from pressing one end while the other is fixed), directly linked to the trigger.
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| the mechanism behind the flintlock is
1) the trigger engages the tumbler (located behind the lock/plate) with a sear[1]
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| ELG was a belgian proof introduced in 1811 and required to be present on a legally produced gun, of any type but only for muzzleloaders following the year 1892. | |
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129 Rishya[ring, a Bráhman, had married Zántá who was of the Kshatriya or Warrior caste and an expiatory ceremony was necessary on account of this violation of the law. Ramayana 123 The bird and vehicle of VishGu. He is generally represented as a being something between a man and a bird and considered as the sovereign of the feathered race. He may be compared with the Simurgh of the Persians, the 'Anká of the Arabs, the Griffin of chivalry, the Phoenix of Egypt, and the bird that sits upon the ash Yggdrasil of the Edda. Mahabharata Having cursed his mother, the child rose into the sky. Brahmana, he was Aruna, the charioteer of Surya, whom we see every morning at dawn. When five hundred years passed, the other egg burst open, and from it emerged magnificent Garuda, the serpent-eater. Meanwhile, when his time came, resplendent Garuda cracked open the egg in which he had lain so long and burst forth from it, dazzling the Universe. Ah, magnificent he was, beyond compare. He could assume any form at will, fly anywhere with a thought, and summon limitless strength and energy. Agni replied, “Enemies of the Asuras, it is not as you imagine. This is not I but great Garuda, as strong and as splendid as I am. He has been born to be the joy of Vinata and the mount of Vishnu. Why, the very sight of his refulgence has made you afraid! He is the son of Kashyapa, bane of Nagas, guardian of the Devas, and an enemy of the Daityas and Rakshasas. Come, let me show you.” O terrible one, you are proof against the fire that devours the Universe at the Dissolution, the Mahapralaya. Mighty Garuda, who range the firmament, we seek refuge in you. Lord of birds, awesome is your vitality, your irradiance that of fire, your brilliance that of lightning, which no darkness can approach. You are as lofty as the clouds; you are cause and effect, of matchless prowess and the granter of boons. Lord, the Universe is heated by your splendour of molten gold. Give refuge to the noble Devas, who are terrified by you and dash about hither and thither through the sky in their vimanas from that fear. Greatest of birds, Lord of all, you are the merciful Rishi Kashyapa’s son; be not wroth but take pity upon the Universe. You reign supreme; O, quieten your anger and watch over us. auti said, ‘In truth, when it heard about its size and looked at itself, the Bird made itself smaller. Garuda said gently, “Since you fear this dreadful form of mine, I will diminish myself. Let no creature be afraid.” Then Garuda, sky ranger, who could travel anywhere at will, who could call upon any degree of energy, set his brother Aruna upon his back and flashed away from his father’s asrama to his mother upon the far shore of the Ocean. He set the shining Aruna down in the east, just at a time when Surya had decided to consume the worlds with his blazing rays.’ This is the story of Surya’s wrath and how Garuda’s brother Aruna became his sarathy. auti said, ‘As I told you, the many-splendoured Garuda flew across the ocean to his mother’s side, where Vinata lived in misery, as her sister’s slave. Once Kadru called Vinata and said to her in the presence of her son, “Gentle Vinata, in the midst of the Ocean is an enchanting island where the Nagas dwell. Take me there!” Vinata, mother of the Bird of splendid feathers, carried her sister, the mother of the serpents, upon her shoulders to that island. Commanded by his mother, Garuda carried the Nagas on his back. Vinata’s sky-ranging son flew high, near the Sun, whose heat scorched the snakes and they fainted. Kadru saw her sons unconscious and began to pray to Indra. The Nagas commanded Garuda of great energy, “Fly us to another island as beautiful as this one and where the water sparkles pure. Sky ranger, you must have seen many exquisite places while flying through the air!” Garuda thought for a moment then asked his mother Vinata, “Why must I do the bidding of the snakes?” Vinata said to her son, who possessed every virtue, and enormous vitality and power, “Best of birds, I have fallen on bad times and become my sister’s slave. The snakes deceived me so that I lost my wager with my sister, which left me as her slave.” Hearing this, the dejected Garuda said to the serpents, “Tell me Nagas, what can we do to become free from our bondage to you?” The snakes replied, “Bring us the Amrita and then, O Bird, you will be free.”’ auti said, ‘When the snakes said this to him, Garuda said to his mother, “I will go and fetch the Amrita. But I want to eat something on my way. Tell me where I can feed.” Garuda spread his wings and flew up into the sky. Soon he fell upon the Nishadas on their island home, with terrible ferocity, like a ravenous Yama. He raised a squall of dust with his wingbeats, covering the sky; he drained a great part of the Sea, and lashed the forests of the mountains of that island with the waters. Then he spread his gigantic beak wide and blocked every highway of the Nishadas’ city. Not knowing where they ran, the panicstricken Nishadas, blinded by the pall of dust, rushed into that yawning maw, even as birds in a forest swarm into the open sky when their trees shake in a gale. The hungry Lord of birds, serpent-eater, sky rover, of limitless strength and thought-like speed, clamped his beak shut, swallowing thousands of the Nishada fisherfolk in a blink.’ auti continued, ‘Now it happened that a Brahmana and his wife also went down the throat of Garuda, and began to burn him like live coals. Garuda said to him, “O best of Brahmanas, I will open my beak and you must come out quickly, for I must never kill a Brahmana even if he sins.” The Brahmana said, “This Nishada woman is my wife. Let her come out with me.” Garuda said, “Bring the woman with you, but come out at once! Hurry, before the blazing juices of my belly digest you.” The Brahmana and his Nishada wife emerged in a trice and went their way, singing Garuda’s praises. Now Garuda spread his wings again and flew up once more into the sky, quick as a thought. He saw his father, and greeted him reverentially. The Maharishi Kashyapa asked him, “Are you well, my child? Do you have enough to eat daily? Is there enough food for you in the world of men?” Garuda replied, “My mother is well, as is my brother, and so am I. But father, I do not always get enough to eat, and am at poor peace for that. Now the Nagas have sent me to fetch the Amrita. I mean to find it and bring it back even today, so my mother’s slavery will end. My mother said to me, ‘Eat the Nishadas.’ I ate thousands of them but my hunger is not appeased. Said Kashyapa Muni to his son Garuda, “Eat both these, bent upon killing each other. Eat that savage elephant who looks like a mountain and the ferocious tortoise like a bank of clouds, and then go forth to fetch the Amrita.” Kashyapa blessed Garuda, “I bless you for your battle against the Devas. May all things auspicious shower their blessings upon you – vessels brimful of holy water, Brahmanas, sacred cows, and everything else that can bless you. My mighty son, when you fight the Devas let the Riks, the Yajus, the Samas and all the profound mysteries of the Upanishads be your strength!” Garuda went to the side of the lake, and looked at the expanse of lucid water upon which waterbirds floated. Remembering what his father said, Garuda, swift as the mind, seized the elephant in one claw, the tortoise with the other, and soared into the sky. He came to a sacred place called Alamba, and saw many divine and lustrous trees there, kalpavrikshas. Those trees trembled in the gusts of wind that his wings raised. The trees of golden branches feared they would be broken. Seeing the kalpavrikshas shaking with fright, Garuda flew to some other trees, indescribably beautiful. They were gigantic, and their branches were made of many shimmering jewels and their fruits were of gold and silver. Water from the sea washed their trunks. Among these, and even loftier than the others, stood a great patriarchal Nyagrodha. Seeing Garuda flaring towards it, swift as the mind, that Pipal said, “Sit upon this branch of mine, a hundred yojanas long, and eat the elephant and the tortoise.” Garuda, best of birds, big as a mountain, alighted on that prodigious bough, and at once the great leafy branch, home to thousands of lesser birds, broke with a sound like a clap of thunder.’ auti said, ‘As soon as Garuda’s feet rested upon it, that branch snapped like a twig. Garuda cast his gaze around him in wonder and saw Balakhilya Rishis hanging, head down, from the branch, in deep dhyana. Fearing that they would die if the branch fell on the ground far below, in a wink, still clutching the elephant and the tortoise in his claws, Garuda also seized the falling branch of a hundred yojanas in his beak. He rose into the sky with his new burden and the old one. The Rishis were wonderstruck at what the Avian had done, which no Deva could have achieved. They said, “Let this greatest of birds be called Garuda, for the impossible burden that he bears.” |