I think you’re on the nose, here. I laughed at the headline, but the more I read the more I see how fucked they are. Airlines. Industrial plants. Fucking governments. This one is big in a way that will likely get used as a case study.

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No idea. I still wonder sometimes where the disconnect was, but I also just try to not let things like that get to me anymore. I’m having mixed success

I went to a panel presentation on the early colonies around the Revolution once. When they took questions, I asked if there was any special logistical problems Virginia ran into after due to how large the territory was and man, they treated me like a fuckin idiot. I still think about that. It’s not, like, important or anything I just don’t have a therapist for this sort of shit

Note taped to the door: DO NOT use microwave cat is in time out

Torx should be the default over Phillips for sure. Phillips is fine for shit like access panels or screw terminals. Slotted is useless for anything but the adjustment on pots and thermostats. Robertson is just a proto-torx. Everything else either exists to make someone money or is a bolt

I incorporated in Funkytown so disputes would go to their chancery court. The judge is an anthropomorphic hundred dollar bill wearing sunglasses. It was a no-brainer

This is what happens when you beat a round of solichair

She looks like she’s giving the ol’ razzle dazzle

Jesus Fucking Christ! Someone do something about that toddler!

Oh, so you’re in a real live desert. That’d be way too much work. I bet you have some beautiful natives growing out there. Sucks about the grasses, tho. I have enough trouble with bermuda grass, I can only imagine the problems from something that could be invasive in a desert

Daikon radishes. They grow in about anything and are especially good at clay busting. Grow a bunch then let them die back. Till them in and repeat until you get enough environment for the worms to take over the tilling. You can keep piling on radishes with something like clover and peas to add some nitrogen fixers. This is more a pasture revitalization technique, but if you don’t mind being the weird radish guy for two or three years (depending on local conditions), you could do it on a smaller scale for a lawn

Since we’re in a science-themed shitpost area, I’d just like to take this moment to be both pedantic and gross in reminding folks that llamas and alpacas don’t just spit, they vomit into their mouths before givin’ it that hawk tuah

This one feels different. That last panel looks like something from Alan Moore

If it ain’t Chuck Tingle, it ain’t proper smut

Then, unless you’re the owner, you’re getting underpaid

No coconut? Coward

I can think of other reasons

There’s a better life
And you think about it, don’t you?
It’s a rich man’s game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Putting money in his wallet

-9 to 5

Someone get him out of there or he’s gonna eat all the nut meat for himself!