Hello everyone, now a video of the A350 avionics bay with a more indepth components location.
Enjoy the crawl through.

Scotty Fairno found TikTok fame through his love and Volvos, Classic Cars and fuelling his vehicles with homemade oil.
Scotty had over 1 million followers on TikTok before his account was banned and removed by the platform. Scotty now focuses on YouTube content.
In this groundbreaking painting interview/date Rory and Scotty discuss the meaning of life, men's mental health crisis and getting drunk in Africa.

Kinder surprise egg, a quite astonishing commodity. The surprise of this excessive object, the cause of your desire, is here materialised in the Geist of an object which fills in the inner void of the chocolate egg. The whole delicate balance is between these two dimensions: what you bought, the chocolate egg, and the surplus, probably made in some Chinese gulag or whatever, that you get for free. I don't think that the chocolate frame is here just to send you on a deeper voyage towards the inner treasure, the what Plato calls the 'Agalma', which makes you a worthy person, which makes a commodity the desirable commodity. I think it's the other way around. We should aim at the higher goal, the gold in the middle of an object, precisely in order to be able to enjoy the surface.
-Slavoj Žižek

"Don't worry about being abandoned, worry about abandoning nobody."
Street Therapy, Ep 2  by Tilek

Welcome aboard the rollercoaster that is Mathieu Bélanger-Barrette's twisted mind while experiencing yet another journey on a gravel bike. Mad or not mad? Yours to judge.⁠

Your comfort zone is where your dreams go to die. Always be learning. Always be growing. And be willing to get uncomfortable.

All the people here who bought this wireless tungsten cube to admire its surreal heft have precisely the wrong mindset. I, in my exalted wisdom and unbridled ambition, bought this cube to become fully accustomed to the intensity of its density, to make its weight bearable and in fact normal to me, so that all the world around me may fade into a fluffy arena of gravitational inconsequence. And it has worked, to profound success. I have carried the tungsten with me, have grown attached to the downward pull of its small form, its desire to be one with the floor. This force has become so normal to me that lifting any other object now feels like lifting cotton candy, or a fluffy pillow. Big burly manly men who pump iron now seem to me as little children who raise mere aluminum.

I can hardly remember the days before I became a man of tungsten. How distant those days seem now, how burdened by the apparent heaviness of everyday objects. I laugh at the philistines who still operate in a world devoid of tungsten, their shoulders thin and unempowered by the experience of bearing tungsten. Ha, what fools, blissful in their ignorance, anesthetized by their lack of meaningful struggle, devoid of passion.

Nietzsche once said that a man who has a why can bear almost any how. But a man who has a tungsten cube can bear any object less dense, and all this talk of why and how becomes unnecessary.

Schopenhauer once said that every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. Tungsten expands the limits of a man’s field of vision by showing him an example of increased density, in comparison to which the everyday objects to which he was formerly accustomed gain a light and airy quality. Who can lament the tragedy of life, when surrounded by such lightweight objects? Who can cry in a world of styrofoam and cushions?

Have you yet understood? This is no ordinary metal. In this metal is the alchemical potential to transform your world, by transforming your expectations. Those who have not yet held the cube in their hands and mouths will not understand, for they still live in a world of normal density, like Plato’s cave dwellers. Those who have opened their mind to the density of tungsten will shift their expectations of weight and density accordingly.

To give this cube a rating of anything less than five stars would be to condemn life itself. Who am I, as a mere mortal, to judge the most compact of all affordable materials? No. I say gratefully to whichever grand being may have created this universe: good job on the tungsten. It sure is dense.

I sit here with my tungsten cube, transcendent above death itself. For insofar as this tungsten cube will last forever, I am in the presence of immortality.

"We give up a piece of ourselves whenever we adjust to conform to society's standards. That, and we're too plugged in. We're letting technology take over our lives, willingly."
- Ted Kaczynski, The Unabomber

I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended....

This is the first Big Ideas Lecture performed by Jordan Peterson, back in 2002. He reads a book for very young children by Jack Kent called "There's no Such Thing as a Dragon" to a group of University of Toronto alumni (most over 65). He explains what it means: Pay attention -- or else.

I call your name
You turn around
And surrender
You feel the light on your face
No more darkness
You are home now
Take my hand look in my eyes
You can trust in me tonight
You can trust me
And you can hear my still small voice,
saying I love you, you're forgiven, and you are mine
You are mine
I will leave
I will leave the 99
I will suffer out of love and I would die
I will sacrifice
All over again for you
I am reckless for your heart
Let me feel, let me heal the deepest part
Again, and again and again
All over again for you