[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 16 points 2 months ago

Some additional context:

This was 99-00. There was no war. Both of my grandparents served in ww2 and Korea to gain US citizenship. My dad came up in the Vietnam era when all his friends were getting drafted (aka forced to go to war). He tried to enlist but was blind in one eye, so they didn't take him. My brother would have enlisted if it weren't for a really bad skateboarding injury.

If I were good at football, it would have been university coaches knocking on my door. I was good at something the military was interested in, so they tried to recruit me to enlist.

I was 18 on 9/11/01. And my first thought was that Bush would take us to war, I'd get drafted and I needed to plan my escape to Canada. This was scarier than being recruited. I just wanted to play my bass guitar and smoke my marijuana in peace.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 16 points 3 months ago

I've used slackware more or less exclusively since the late 90s. It's been my daily driver since I deleted my windows XP partition some time in the early 00s. It's really all I know. Sure, I can find may way around a .deb based system when I have to. I'm also likely to apt install something, say yes to 50 dependencies, brick my system and have no idea what did it.

I love to tinker, and I love to learn. There's no shortage of either in Slackware, and that's why it's not for everyone. And I don't mean that in an "i use arch btw" way. I'm an intermediate user at best. I ask for help way more than I provide help. Lucky for me I've made some good friends in the Slackware community over the years.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 15 points 4 months ago

Me in the 90s and 00s: yarrrr!

Me in the 10s: it feels good to be legit

Me in the 20s: YARRRRRRRRR!

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 14 points 6 months ago

I'm 40 now and have been in recovery for over 8 years. A lot of people in my old circles never stopped partying, and many of them aren't with us any more. I feel like I see a new tribute popping up every couple weeks on social media. More of my friends are dying than my parents' friends.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 15 points 8 months ago

What should we have learned? I'm out of the loop.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 14 points 8 months ago

How do you know that the money I saved on hardware isn't going straight to games that I can stream to it from my desktop over steam link?

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 15 points 10 months ago

Think of the quarterly profits, won't someone please think of the shareholders?!?

/s

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 15 points 10 months ago

Get that downvote finger ready!

Arch.

I know it's what all the cool kids are using, and I keep trying to like it, but I just can't get into it. I'm a slacker for life.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 14 points 11 months ago

Obama tried to do a similar move through an executive order near the end of his second term. My job at the time scrambled to give me a raise just above the proposed threshold. I declined and said I'll take the time and a half. Ibwas routinely working 60+ hour weeks at that time. Trump repealed that order early in his term, and I didn't get that raise. I left that job a few months later.

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can I get a amen? (midwest.social)
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It doesn't get much more Midwestern than this

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 15 points 1 year ago

I remember when Mancow got waterboarded on the air. He completely changed his tune and said it was cruel. Even a broken clock is right twice per day I guess.

[-] downhomechunk@midwest.social 14 points 1 year ago

If you call heads 100% of the time, you'll be 100% accurate on predicting heads in a coin toss.

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these colors don't run (midwest.social)
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I finally have a purely hypothetical answer to a question that's been gnawing at me for a couple years. Why is there a plunger outside on my back deck?

Well, what if a squirrel got itself stuck trying to crawl under your chain link fence, died and went unnoticed until it started to smell? Let's say at the time this squirrel was discovered, something had eaten it's face off down to the skull. A blunt handled instrument like a plunger for prodding said decaying, putrid squirrel out of the fence could really come in handy. That's at least until you start trying to put some muscle behind trying to release it. You're trying not to look straight at it because stuff is oozing out of it when, suddenly, its tail brushes against the skin on the top of your foot, because you're of course wearing sandals. That footwear choice was made during a simpler time when the only thing on your to do list was running the garbage and recycling out to the cans in the alley. Your senses being already heightened, the reaction you have to the tickling on your foot causes you to jerk the plunger in a manner which you would not otherwise have done. This movement severs the squirrel's exposed skull from the rest of its corpse. It is in this moment that you question the futility of your existence, poke the skull into the bag with the rest of the squirrel, run it out to the city garbage can, and finally return the plunger to its natural habitat on the deck where it will lie in wait until it is again called upon to provide assistance in some future ghastly task.

Again, this is purely hypothetical.

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submitted 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) by downhomechunk@midwest.social to c/smoking@midwest.social

Here's the picture!

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we dine at midnight! (midwest.social)

My short ribs were supposed to go on by 8am. I dilly dallied and didn't get them on until noon. I just hit 187.

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