I’ve found Bewley’s to be quite good with hard water too.

IMO Yorkshire does well with hard water, and takes milk well.

Holy shit! This dude’s pluralising in Greek!

When they are in Kill Mode they are absolutely vicious. They’d reach through the fence and pull the chickens’ heads off.

The leaves change colour

Technology fails humans

A second stone age.

A power outage

Turns my shiny computer

Into a dead rock.

EDIT: Lemmy edited out my paragraph breaks.

We talking about horoscopes here?

Oh, I’m in the same boat. I was like, “$1000 for a ‘smart’ washer with shitty plastic parts or $2000 for a Speed Queen? I think if this washer breaks, I’m just going to buy the commercial washer.” They last forever.

I’d like a pretty stripped down phone, and am intrigued by the concept of the Fair Phone. I looked at the Nothing Phone and the aesthetic is neat, but in the end it just seemed like different bells and whistles. It’s like if I didn’t want to wear fancy clothes, just simple working clothes. This looks like simple working clothes, but it’s actual streetwear from a boutique.

Cars and devices: can we just get simple, repairable machines?

EDIT: houses, too. I’d rather plain and quality than fancy shit.

Privacy concerns have also kept me away. I’m a bit inconsistent in application, but Google and Microsoft has me considering FOSS alternatives, Linux, and Graphene OS.

I also have to maintain a profile for professional reasons, though I get someone else to manage our pages. I don’t even know what it is, but I get anxiety within seconds of interacting with my feed, and I am NOT an anxious person. My ex is addicted to it. Sometimes I feel I lost her to FB and it’s echo chambers if unaccountable validation.

No. Pointed in that direction is, “Goodbye Alberta.”

It’s bad for you. I’m a steal yo girl, and if you come near my taniwha hideout, I’m going to eat you.

… I’m so high right now. That’s probably how this ends for me: humans bringing me some cannabis, getting me too high, and leading me somewhere out of the way.

Your Dad: Mr. Zealand. Mr. New Zealand.

Same thing happened with Blundtstone. Production moved from Tasmania to Vietnam. They swear everything is the same, but I’m looking at these two different pairs of boots …