Linux. I don’t want “using the computer” to turn into a hobby that I need a computer science degree for.

I’ve been enjoying bookbinding. You can get started just with some paper, glue, craft knife, and a ruler. Add some needle and thread, cover board, and bookcloth and you can make some nice custom pieces.

(Gunboats)

https://youtu.be/q4i05EaML44

Geek the mage

“What kind of polish did you use on this table? The sheen is ridiculous! Send a bottle of whatever it is back with Darth Maul”

I read about a version (don’t remember where) of dwarven reproduction where two (or more) dwarves lovingly carve their offspring from stone and then dwarven magic brings it to life. Therefore gender didn’t matter at all

Maybe I’m biased, but the late 90s were just about perfect for cars. If you could get your hands on something like a Ranger or S10, it would be extremely practical. Automatic transmission, air conditioning, great fuel economy, and extremely easy to maintain and repair. And if it’s made after ‘96, it would have a OBD2 port that any modern scanner could read codes from.

The pace at my job is so damn slow, I only do about four hours of actual work in a 40-hour week. Most of my time is spent waiting for my boomer coworkers to do their jobs, I finish my work blazingly fast by comparison. I could ask for extra work to do, but nah. I keep getting good performance reviews and raises, and this is the most stress-free job I’ve ever had.

I feel the same way about Nude Descending a Staircase. Normally cubism or turn of the century modern art doesn’t do it for me, but for some reason I can just…stare at that painting. It’s oddly fascinating in a way I can’t fully describe. I want to get a print of it for my house.

In the typewriter community, the “holy grail” differs from person to person, but for me it was a 1930s Royal P equipped with a rare typeface called Vogue. Very, very rarely they’ll pop up from people who don’t know how significant that is, and that’s the only way to get one at a reasonable price - because those who do know what it is will ask thousands of dollars for it.

Eventually I found one for a comparatively cheap price (sub 1k), and the only reason someone else didn’t snap it up before I saw it was because the guy refused to ship it. Local pickup only. So I took the chance to drive the 10 hours round trip to snag it, and it sits proudly as the crown jewel of my collection:

A coworker of mine is from Louisiana. We’re in Washington state, and he told me that all the people here bitching about wind turbines and environmental regulations don’t know how good they have it. He’s from a town on the gulf which is basically one giant oil refinery. The stink and chemical pollution is unbelievable. He showed me the “Welcome to Whatever-ville” sign in his hometown, and it’s literally attached to a gantry that carries several chemical pipes over the road.

I like that name a lot

I’ve been learning Dutch, since the Netherlands seems like a nice place to go if I ever have to flee the US. Thinking about joining some Dutch communities here so I can get more “natural” language exposure.

Maybe he was an SCP

When my truck’s clutch cylinder blew, I managed to limp it to the shop just by rev-matching and slipping it into each gear. I couldn’t stop without stalling, so I definitely blew a couple stop signs, but I made it.

The magic wears off as soon as the first expensive thing breaks.

Allow me to suggest the humble typewriter. There are dozens of us (dozens!) who enjoy the tactile feeling of hammering out a few pages with no electronics or distractions of any kind.

Your lateral velocity is changing. Change in velocity = acceleration. In fact, you’re now traveling in a circle, which requires constant acceleration towards the center.

When you turn the wheel, do you feel a g-force to the side? If yes, you’re accelerating.