My reaction on seeing this was to wonder about the Wendy’s Nasty Patty ™.

I was there. Mid-70’s southern Florida. The most batshit crazy fundies making my life an utter misery for around 4 years. Surely they don’t still exist.

Only know about chicken fish from Tom Waits and John Lurie.

And I’m cracking up at the scammers phoning up my 85 year old father telling him his Windows has been compromised on his Linux desktop.

One web LLM I was screwing around with had Job Interview as a preset. Ok. Played it totally straight the first time and had a totally positive outcome. Thought the interviewer way too agreeable. The next time I said the most inappropriate stuff I could imagine and still the interviewer agreed to come home with me to check out the rock collection I keep under my bed and listen to Captain Beefheart albums.

Maybe everyone should listen to the Jonestown tape at some point. It’s truly horrible, but may provide some inoculation against demagoguery.

How many sets of footprints in the sand??

“The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He’s got esprit up to here…”

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Oh no. It’s getting hit on the head lessons in here.

Looks quite efficient. See also: rocket stoves, specifically the pocket rocket design. Though the ones with lots of thermal mass probably serve folks better while taking up more space. Various wood gasifier stoves are pretty neat. I’ve got a little one for camping.

In this instance, I’d predict the components of this stove will oxidize away quickly.

“Mr. Chambers! Don’t get on that ship! That OS, it’s…it’s a COOKBOOK!”

Penneh!

“and POTENTIALLY tell me to go fuck myself.”

Oooh. Catharsis.

Steve Goodman and John Prine are said to have written the “perfect” country song. Incorporating as it does trucks, trains, the rain, mama, drinkin’ and prison.

“Well, I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison And I went to pick her up in the rain But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck She got run over by a damned old train…”

Once, I used a bunch of plastic storage bins as a bedframe. Properly elevated bed, plus a lot of storage.

This is my speculation too. Been super-sick a number of times. Always swabbed negative. Anecdotally, I know folks that tested a lot more often and only came back with a positive on the 4th try or so when feeling ill. The fine-print of my at-home tests say they’re only something like 76% accurate. Maybe I need to play the odds.

Somebody explain this to the trees that drop millions of nuts in the surrounding forest every few years skyrocketing not only rodent populations but also their parasites; ticks, chiggers, fleas. Predators are here, but they can’t seem to catch up to the mouse output.

H.G. Wells would like a word. The Morlocks have some recipes to share.

If you are in the U.S. and have a Habitat for Humanity ReStore nearby, there are often lots of “dumb” flat screens to be had for a song. If you don’t mind a slightly older bit of hardware.