“Wait, NOT the onion?!”

–us

Possum on the half shell. Dillo power!

My inner tarheel is screaming the solution to this problem. We’ll have the mother of all pig pickens!

Your entire “I went from guy to guy on a whim doing whatever I wanted to in the moment regardless of the damage I did” and expecting all these guys to just…deal with it. You think I should see you as anything other than a monster because it took you until your early thirties before you learned how to treat men as if they’re people instead of NPCs?

As for hope: Fuck hope. Hope is death. I’m living in a dying society. The power grid is getting less reliable, grocery stores are less reliably stocked, the food is less reliably safe…there’s no hope for anything or anyone. Hope is a weapon you wield against yourself on behalf of your enemy. Shit. All of it.

Dude, more than half of marriages in the United States end in divorce. I don’t think I’d celebrate that as “at least SOME success.” If six out of ten airplane flights ended in a crash, there would be no aviation industry.

The “human condition” is being lied to, and it’s getting worse with time. You go to the hardware store to by a power drill, there’s eight different brands of them on display, those brands are all held by a maximum of two companies one of which is almost certainly Stanley Black & Decker, and they’ve got dubious shit on the box like power and torque specs that the tool just can’t do. Like, they’ll calculate motor power from inrush current and claim that it’s somehow pulling 5.5 horsepower from a standard American wall socket. No the fuck it isn’t, the breaker says so. Within living memory, DeWalt and Porter Cable went from being companies founded by entrepreneurs who invented and patented new or improved products manufactured at high quality…to brands leveraged as intellectual property by shell companies owned by private equity corporations to capitalize on brand loyalty while distancing assets from liability. The question “Where is the DeWalt factory?” used to have a concrete answer, now it doesn’t. DeWalt was a company you could know. It kind of isn’t now. Like, at Lowe’s right now, you can buy a Craftsman brand table saw for $200. Craftsman.com phases in and out of featuring this table saw among their products, and if you call the number in the manual for warranty service on the thing they’re like “Table saw? OH RIGHT! That thing.” They pay Sum Fuk Ltd. in Shenzhen to paint a cheap bullshit tablesaw red and grey and distribute it to Lowe’s. SB&D has nothing to do with it; they don’t offer parts or service for it, but it’s got a badge on it that generations of Americans associate with strong warranty support. Why do we allow this?

The dating market has trended exactly the same way. I mean, it’s perfectly natural to market yourself a bit. Who hasn’t run around their place cleaning up before a date shows up, right? 20 years ago, when I was in high school, you’d ask out someone in your community. I was in high school 20 years ago, so that meant I’d ask out a girl from school. I probably knew her at least a little, we grew up in the same town, our parents knew each other, we had personal brands you’d rely on. So maybe you’d put your best foot forward, brush your hair, wear your nice shirt, put on cologne, but you were you. There’s only so much of a lie you could tell about yourself before the community would land on it. Nowadays you’re expected to pick from complete strangers based on an altered photograph and they’re incentivized to lie about who they are as much as they can in order to impress you. From experience I can say that lie lasts about 6 months, that’s about how long they’re willing to pretend to like everything you like. Apparently there’s something about me women want enough to spend months of their lives living a lie to get at. It’s probably my house.

I’ve been lied to enough.

You’ve guessed very wrong. I’ve never really had a problem getting girls.

Twice in my life now, a decade apart, I’ve walked onto some technical college campus, both in the aviation industry so complete sausage fests, and came out of there with a girlfriend. I’ve gotten a girl in an environment with 47:1 odds. By talking to her. I said hi.

Also, funnily enough, the last girl I dated made a point to tell me she went out with me because I wasn’t nice.

I made the mistake of trying to go back and play Portal 2 during the pandemic, and the themes of isolation, neglect, abuse and gaslighting just weren’t as funny in 2019.

I mean in all seriousness I don’t know how you’d eat a plane without consuming 3.2 baby boomer brain’s worth of TEL.

Do the Apollo era EVA suits count as vehicles, or do you have to have an MMU like what Bruce McCandless wore?

Every tree will send you to the hospital depending on how hard you touch it. Touch a dogwood tree at 90 miles per hour and pretty soon you’ll be telling stories about three surgeries and eight titanium screws.

Buy at least two nodes, get bored talking to yourself, regret the $50 purchase and then get your ham license.

I just founded a new religion called Assholeology and six people joined. We grew 600% in the last 90 seconds, we’re the fastest growing religion on the planet. Statistics is the science of applied dishonesty.

Meshtastic I think got here first and has an install base, but it’s fuckawful software. There’s not a single feature that isn’t more than half-implemented.

Plus…where I live, I don’t get any kind of practical range out of 900Mhz. The fourth circle of hell is opaque to UHF so I can’t reach outside my own neighborhood. I can hear clean to Limbo on 2 meters though.

You get that at Bed Bath & Beyond in the Beyond section, right?

We’re talking construction boards here; these boards are going to be cut to within 1/16th and then butt jointed with two 16d nails.

With precision end trimmed studs, you’re probably not going to even touch them with a cutting tool, you’ll pull it off the pallet and nail it in place.

Only when exposed to moisture.

Honestly, the one I want to see seppukus over is that very, very few sheets of plywood are their advertised thickness.

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I’m pretty sure British Shorthairs are Anglican.

I’ll believe there’s ant-infused cheese with less evidence than I’ll believe there’s intentionally ant-infused cheese.

Finding gravestones with recipes on them must be the hard part. Most gravestones are like

Plutis McGillicutty

1892-1939

“I told you I was sick.”