Nothing hugely important. I don’t usually have Tuesday off, so I’d like ti get to the habitat restore, and a local antique mall has a guy who sells antique chisels and hand planes who is only there on Tuesdays.

Otherwise, i need to fix permissions on my suddenly broken nas, rebuild my proxmox server I broke when transferring parts, install the last five panels of privacy fence in my backyard, run service cable through a buried conduit to my garage, finish stitching my chisel roll, pick up some gate hardware for the fence, move a pallet of vintage specialized bricks out of my neighbors yard to use on my porch, renew my car insurance, check on my current 3d prints, design some drawers to hold lens blanks at my offices, and sharpen all my planes, chisels, spokeshaves and striking knives.

Quality of life upgrades, nothing particularly pressing. Gotta finish my coffee and consider eating something first.

Maybe in January of 2020 we should have told everyone to stay home and pray for three or four months.

Jack Johnson covered Badfish by sublime for a tribute album. I’m not really familiar with his music, but damn his version is better than the original to me.

And iron and wine’s cover of waiting on a Superman by the flaming lips. It’s a heartbreaking song in his whisper-singing.

For a different feel, Tool’s cover of No Quarter.

Because marketers found it far more effective to make ads targeting women appeal to their anxieties.

9? I feel like there’s one or two I’m not thinking of.

Edit: There were. So 11.

I’ve never actually tried to count before, I’ve always felt like i’d been with fewer partners than most others. I guess not.

I’ve never really gone looking for one time things though, so even though I started at 13, it took twenty years to get to 11 people.

Edit again: 13. Can’t remember shit anymore.

You’re lucky your momma died giving birth to you. If she saw you now, she would’ve died of shame.

Looks like a binding of Isaac boss

Because hair color isn’t homogeneous. Every hair is a slightly different color, and it’s significantly more noticeable in lighter hair. Blonde hairs are predominantly gold, but range from white to brown. In cartoons, gold is also usually just yellow, because animating something metallic is a pain in the ass. Hair is shiny as well, so they picked the average color and called it good enough. Grey hair is the same way.

As for only existing in humans, that’s just not true. Yellow labs and golden retrievers come to mind immediately, and plenty of rodents are blonde. While those are fur, not necessarily hair, golden doodles have hair, and are usually some manner of blonde. Golden macaques, flying squirrels, lions, etc.

When I open Facebook every 4 months, I’ve always received several pokes from a guy named Keith, who’s been referred to as my uncle.

You got uncle keithed too?

English and French. I can understand a bit of Spanish, but learning French ruined my pronunciation. I can read Cyrillic, but know almost nothing about Russian.

Remember kids, you can’t be a good communist if you don’t have any skills. We already have people well practised at arguing on the internet.

I’m pretty sure Tool wrote something about that

Maybe we could Ammend the usual procedure

I have a hypothesis that the chat client hasn’t updated, and sending the message forces it to check, and finds out the person disconnected before you sent the message.

Either that or you’re whack as fuck and nobody wants to deal with it.

Get a 90s dance mix going and I’m killing it the whole time. C&C, en vogue, give me a running beat and a black lady singing and I’m a happy boy.

The Mars Volta.

Really any overly complex high energy progressive music, Yanni, Tool, Coheed, Bach, whatever. But to me, mars Volta ticks all the boxes and gets me going HARD.

Try blasting Meccamputechture and not rocking with it.

Drunkship of lanterns will make me finish EVERYTHING.

My tools. I’ve amassed quite the arsenal of hand and power tools from 1840-1970. I refurbish and rebuild them into much higher quality workhorses than you can get these days for a fraction of the cost. Even if the price of modern tools wasn’t of any concern, outside of two very premium niche manufacturers, you literally can not get good tools anymore. Nobody makes them. Home improvement stores are full of poorly designed, low quality garbage for people who have never used an actually good tool before. No one has made a made a good combination square in so long that most people have never used one. Chisels and saws are a goddamn tragedy. Power tools are all run with chips than burn out, are covered in plastic guards that break or melt, and are running entirely on brand favoritism from people that don’t know they’ve been had. My table saw is from 1953. It cost me 40$ and an hour of sanding rust and tuning. It has one mechanism and will eat through anything. My band saw is from 1968 and cost me 60$, plus 28 for new guides and tires. My favorite chisel is from 1884, and cost 5$. I still can’t find one I like nearly as well in any other size. My favorite block plane was 6$ and an hour of tuning. It’s from 1878 and kicks the hell out of the 40$ Irwin dogshit I picked up before I knew better. My panel saws have been used hard for 160 years, and will not only outlive the disposable garbage from home depot, but will do a better job and outlive me.

I’ve made a hobby of bringing anything I can find at thrift stores back to life. It prevents waste, and keeps a tool that had real care put into it’s development from ending up nailed to the wall in applebees. As a bonus, collectors generally hate refurbished tools, and I hate someone removing things from the shrinking pool of good, cheap tools so they can put it on a shelf or try to sell it for hundreds as a rarity.

I’m the bad guy here, I’m aware. No one is doing as good of a job as they think. Everything is falling apart and everyone is getting dumber and every service and product is gettting worse, and everyone responsible for the decline seems to think imposter syndrome applies to them. I am a licensed proper professional, with a constant urge to learn more and better myself. It’s so rare to meet someone in my industry who isn’t faking it or going through the motions that I’ve made a point to stay in contact with anyone I meet who actually knows what the fuck they’re talking about.

That’s four people. In 11 years.

Companies send reps to my offices that can’t answer basic questions. Customer service for any company can’t help with anything. Websites for multibillion dollar companies have broken and missing links, and their tech support has no idea what the words I say to them even mean. Companies will try to set up meetings with me to buy their 100k machines or bring their new tech into my offices, and they can’t even tell me what it fucking does outside of promontory buzzwords that have no real meaning.

Classes I have to take to get CE credits every year are full of braindead dipshits with no hope of ever advancing their accreditation who don’t realize this isn’t high school and you’re not going to be given a multiple choice exam you can bluff your way through when you’re actively defending your right to have the title to the fucking board.

I rip these people apart when they try to do business with me. If you want to be seen as a professional, be a fucking professional.

Imposter syndrome is real, but the majority claiming they have it aren’t good enough to be an imposter. Someone in this world needs to know what the fuck they’re talking about, and i guess I have to be the one to expose anyone who doesn’t. So I’m the bad guy, the person the imposters are afraid of meeting.

Being polite would be a disservice to anyone who has to deal with the problems their incompetence will cause.

I put my hyperfixations on bargain hunting, antiques, and woodworking, so i don’t have any money, but I look like a real piece of shit when I say that.