If it’s not leaking oil then it’s not a Chevy smallblock.

Who? Us avocado toast swilling, quiet quitting, not consumery enough losers who still live with our parents?

“The weatherman said the word “snow” so now we won’t be picking up this week. You’ll have to wait until next week. Sorry, not sorry. Also, your quarterly payment is due and no, we’re not going to give you a discount for the pickup that we missed.” --Republic Sanitation

Land.

(still… depression is kinda slowly making me wanna kms)

I tried that once when I was a teenager. Obviously, I failed. Kind of a cruel irony being told that you’re never going to amount to anything and then, as you’re working on your own suicide, you suck so bad at tying knots that you fail at that too.

20+ years later, I’m glad I failed. Depression is a deep dark hole that can feel completely inescapable. It’s not inescapable with the right help. You don’t have to do it alone. You just have to be willing to ask for help.

My life so far has been a hard one. It’s been made much harder by the fact that my stupid little brain is broken and makes it extremely difficult to regulate my own emotions. But there’s glimmers of joy in the middle of all the hardness. I have things now that I never could have imagined on that day in my parents garage.

Things like self love and a sense of self worth, a family of my own, people to whom I matter a great deal, and a wealth of experiences that have taught me a great many valuable lessons. Back then I didn’t think anyone would care if I stopped existing. Now, I know that’s not true. Sometimes I’m still here because I’m enjoying my life. Sometimes because I know there are people who love and need me. Somwtimes it’s because even though I don’t feel like that’s true, I know it is and I’m leaning on my meds until my feelings normalize. For me, that’s enough to keep me here until my time is finally up.

My dad would occasionally tell us stories from his childhood. Stuff like his dad grabbing him by the shirt collar and repeatedly punching him in the face. When I was a kid it was just another story. When I got old enough to actually understand what he was talking about it was like, “God damn. No wonder you’re like this.”

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. It didn’t undo anything he did but it did help me hate him less.

I think I’m really fortunate that my dad somehow realized he completely fucked up and made an effort to repair his relationship with his kids. We’re on good terms now and he’s a way better Grandpa than he was a father. I know a lot of people go through their whole lives only getting to see the worst side of their parents. My dad included.

You are not alone. Your parents do not define your value. Despite their best or worst efforts, they do not ultimately get to decide what kind of person you will be.

Gotta have that “Mar-a-Lago Face”.

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A long time ago, for whatever reason, I decided to do a port scan on my entire WAN subnet. That’s how I discovered that a certain brand of DSL modem (I don’t recall which) made the admin portal accessible from the WAN. And of course the credentials were admin/admin.

I think most hardware providers do better now but it was just mind boggling to me that it even happened in the first place.

With TP-Link, I would say the bigger concern is that they are reeaaaalllyyy slow to patch vulnerabilities, if they do it at all.

He just had another kid so he’s probably busy at the moment. Newborns are hard work. Especially when you’re 70 years old.

I would not buy them here or there. I would not buy them anywhere. I do not like appliances with ads. I do not like them Sam-I-Am.

If you’re leading an organization that somehow managed to “overhire” 30k employees, then the first person to hit the bricks should be you because you really suck at your job.

He’s [Elon] not the Messiah. He’s a very naughty boy!

🎶The legend lives on from the children on down of a candy bar they call a Snickers. The neighbors, it’s said, never give out good treats when the nights of October turn spooky.🎶

Yup. Yup. Yup. Yup. Yup.

It’s pretty hard to find a kid that doesn’t have Snapchat anymore. Basically being trained to hand over all their personal info to random strangers as soon as they’re able to hold a cell phone.

And of course they hide the read messages for the end user to provide the illusion that it’s “deleted” which I have to admit is brilliant. Extremely unethical but brilliant.

Well unfortunately the President of the United States is bad at business and the Republicans are …Republicans. The only thing that matters to either are rich people.