drwho

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[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 1 points 2 years ago

A thousand dollar filter mask. Not difficult to see who the intended market segment is.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 4 points 2 years ago

They've already fucked the RSS feeds.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 4 points 2 years ago

Yep. And, as it turned out, lots of folks* thought that was a funny thing and loved it. This is the guy who GG'd himself into the CEO position.

  • Probably sock puppets, tbh.
[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 4 points 2 years ago

He's the CEO, though. Kinda hard not to because he sets policy.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 4 points 2 years ago

Something I've been trying to teach myself without success: Saying every third word backwards in a conversation.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 1 points 2 years ago (1 children)

What about xroach? :)

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 3 points 2 years ago

A helping hands-style benchtop clamp optimized for holding project boxes while they're being wired up, and not PCBs.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 2 points 2 years ago (3 children)

I still don't think I should have told them I was working on a software prosthetic for it.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 1 points 2 years ago

It would be significantly cheaper than the cost of power in a lot of places. PG&E is fucking us over out here but because nobody around here owns their own house, we can't go PV. I've been talking to my neighbors about it because they're getting screwed too. Legally speaking, though, we're tied up.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 2 points 2 years ago

They can vote against the ammosexuals all they want. Many politicians get money from firearms companies, though, on both sides of the fence, and they all know which side their bread is buttered on.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 2 points 2 years ago (6 children)

Not owning where one lives makes it highly difficult to migrate to solar power because landlords often don't let you set it up. Definitely the case out here in the Bay Area.

[–] drwho@lemmy.ml 7 points 2 years ago

Senior year of high school. I'd been losing weight for a couple of years and was now down to a point where athleticism of any kind was starting to be possible. I was late for gym class and didn't feel like running a mile as punishment for tardiness, so I decided to take a shortcut by not going all the way down to the end of the road to get to the field.

I vividly recall thinking to myself, "I'll just jump over that guardrail!"

My feet hooked the back of the guardrail, I flipped over it and landed hard. Broke my wrist.

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