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 immediately thought styracosaur, but I guess I’d need a definition of horn. Does and anklyosaur count? They’ve got spikes, but not really horns. Do the spikes on a pachycephalosaur count? Do they have to be facing foreward? Do they have to be on the head?

Now I feel like I don’t know as much about dinosaurs as I once did.

My computer has been torn down for a while due to a move and renovations, but as soon as I set it up again, the first order of business is to migrate it to mint.

You know, as I was typing that out, I was thinking “why would anyone believe me”.

The complete events that unfolded sound like a story where everyone clapped for me, so instead of sounding like a kid making shit up, I’ll just say, it smelled like bananas, I told someone the bees thing, and a week later the place shut down for a few days while a massive honeycomb/hive was removed from the ceiling.

I read about the smell on cracked in like 2008 and just parroted the info later, which turned out to be true, at least in this case.

Yeah. There was a restaurant near me that had a hive in their ceiling, and the whole store smelled like banana

Ochre

Get handy. Fix things before they go bad, and learn basic construction on the way. Second hand tools are cheap, and there’s a number of good youtubers to help in any situation. After you get your bearings, it turns into a fun way to make the place into what you want it to be. Nothing is terribly difficult, and materials can be had cheap if you’re not in an emergency. Facebook marketplace allowed me to build a house for 70k over two years, and it’s valued at 350k, and not finished yet. The experience gained led me to doing odd side jobs and reselling unused materials to keep paying for new additions. If you can replace your own water heater, you can replace someone elses for half the price of Lowes and still take home 700$ for three hours work. Pick up some resold tile and put in a bathroom wall. You’ll find out what you did wrong in your own bathroom and won’t mess up someone elses for some extra cash in a pinch.

Electrical work is my favorite. Know the code, and how to stay safe, and it’s a lot of fun that the average person is HORRIFIED of. Get a good electricians multitool, a current tester, a drill and some tape, and you can perform miracles.

Most people will never afford a house. You don’t have to fix it, you get to fix it, so take pride and make it somewhere you love to live.

Far cry 5 gives the opposite experience. You get railroaded into missions, but can do whatever you want to during them.

While getting pushed into missions is a bit irritating, the open gameplay and drop in co op made it one of the most fun games out there. Finding ways to break missions with my friends turned into the real objective of the game.

One portion, you have to scale a mountain while dodging sniper fire to kill a cult leader at the top, and I spent 15 minutes slowly making my way up to him. As I finally get to the top, before I could make the kill, a friend dropped in and crashed a fighter jet into him, completing the mission.

I see this opinion fairly often, and it honestly confused me. My rig is not a showcase by any means, and I had no issues with sh2 or dead space.

I’m thinking more people need to optimize their OS.

A USB cable?

I feel like this is one of those models we’re completely wrong about.

I would’ve been with you until I saw Grumper Pig.

So I don’t have a habit of playing terrible games, but I can say the worst games I’ve played are sneaky. They trick you into thinking they might have something going for them, only to never go anywhere or get better.

Husk is the first one that jumps out at me. It announces itself as a silent hill inspired horror game based on domestic violence themes. After three hours of painfully slow controls and enemies that don’t make any sense to the story, it just suddenly ends with a cliche, tacked on, “you’re the asshole here” monologed conclusion with no explanations whatsoever.

Another category of absolute butt-trash I’ve fallen for is games that appeal to edgy teenagers, and so have stellar reviews regardless of how they in fact suck shit.

Lust for darkness is a prime example. It’s a horror game with nothing remotely scary in it about a sex cult full of people with British accents in America who refer to themselves as cult members, and whose outrageous taboo sex acts are really just regular shit but they wear masks. It’s like a wet dream fantasy for a 13 year old incel. It’s not scary, it’s not clever, it’s not even just porn, and it’s most of all not fun.

A game that fits in both of these categories, that I played to completion just hoping I’d click with whatever coolaid the reviewers drank, was The Cat Lady. Reviews made it sound so deep and emotional, and it seemed like it was going somewhere for a minute, but at the end, it was just a cringefest hidden object sidescroller with weird voice acting that was targeted at angsty children who romantisize depression and death.

Years after leaving my negative steam reviews I still catch flak on occasion from superfans of these dogshit time sinks who have never read a book in their lives.

I have a 1600s Turkish rebel sword and scabbard with a pommel carved into a rooster head. I picked it up at a curio shop that was closing a few years ago and while I did some basic dating on it to make sure it’s not a reproduction, I really donot know much about it.

I have several fossils that are perticularly unique, but I’ve never seen that kind of thing on the show, so I don’t know if it would be worth it.

An antique shop had a four barrel pepperbox revolver from the 1860s that was sold as a non functioning novelty, and I cleaned it up and actually got it working again. I’d be interested if it has any value higher that the 150 it cost me.

Last option is a buffet, library table, dresser, and side table my great great grandparents got as a wedding gift. They’re made of tiger oak, stained in pitch and very heavy. They were locally made, and I’ve bumped into several pieces that are very similar, but they’re always falling apart. The set I have has never been out of use, and never needed repairs. The mirror on the buffet still has it’s original silver. The manufacturing stamp on the back says the guys name, the city, and 1904.

That makes a lot more sense. I was wondering why c/ stood for magazine.

I think they’re supposed to be magazines, but I’ve been saying subs for.like 12 years. Mags, I guess.

Maybe çubs?

“In this subreddit”

Yeah I have a hell of a time remembering what Lemmy things are called as well.

Sharks are older than trees.

They’re older than a lot of things. Land plants, Yellowstone, appendages,dinosaurs, doritos.

Starforge?

If we want to get conservatives on board with environmental protections, we should just start a conspiracy that the perceived rise in trans people, gays, and autistics is due to plastic ester groups in the environment. Then tell them that these groups are represented in the media so much now because the petrolium companies don’t want us to see it as a problem when the science breaks.

Brb, gotta go convince some trumpers single use plastic is making their kids gay.