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I was out of sugar, so I tried to sweeten Kool-Aid with honey. Nope. Just god-awful.

I had a motherboard like this: the USB ports didn’t work until it booted into an OS. You had to connect a PS2 to make changes in the BIOS, and could only boot from IDE. It was super-annoying.

1. Things like CNC machines and proprietary interfaces to TOL equipment, like bus fare systems, message boards, etc.
2. Don’t connect them to the Internet (most can’t, anyway, but some systems use a run-of-the-mill PC, so…)
3. Don’t install anything on them that wasn’t supposed to be installed, even wallpaper as this could fuck up the resolution of a small 240 x 180 screen

“The price of being right” enters into this as well. It can be very frustrating when you let something go because the minor details do not matter, but being 100% technically correct has hazards of its own in a social narrative.

Having moderated forums back in the day, I can answer to some of that motivation.

First, some people are just bullies. A sense of tribalism forms around bullies, who feel the need to act out and repeat the abuses they have endured. Hazing stems from this, too. Cruelty masked as “you should know better,” advice. Given too late.

Some have a smug sense of superiority, and want to keep it that way. Less smart people means they stay king of the mountain. Others are scared their own lack of knowledge will cripple them if they don’t keep the potential competition down. Insecurities drown out any sense of empathy.

Some people hate themselves so they punish others in retaliation. Like, trying to erase past cringe by making others hurt to even the score.

A few are sick of “the same fucking newbie questions again and again and again,” but still hang out in newbie forums for some reason.

really just doesn’t do what I needed to do.

This has been my experience, or sort of does what I want it to do, but I have to rethink what I need it to do instead of something really simple. Like a “new type of shared file system” that replaces NFS/Windows sharing. So instead of files in a standard file system one can manage with a file browser, it has “indexed” your files in such a way that the actual files are renamed into data chunks, and one “finds” files by their non-intuitive search engine that can’t do even basic search engine tricks like “AND/OR” searches, wildcards, and the results are hit and miss. “But it’s faster and more elegant!” So how do you restore from backup when the system fails? “When the system does whatnow?”

Yeah, no thanks. I can recover files from a file system much easier than some proprietary encoded bullshit fronted with a bad search engine over a proprietary and buggy index.

“… I was now… a fem-MAN!” [Orchestra music swells]

Your fever makes you warm. Warm is comfortable, like long forgotten warm rocks on the plains of the ancient Senengeti on cool days.

It used to be blizzards in the DC area, but with global warming, I haven’t seen one since 2016. Hurricanes and tornadoes are rare, but do happen. I suspect hurricanes will become more common. I have rapid “go to bags” and some canned supplies. Generally, with hurricanes you get ample warning. We also have places to go in Appalachia (relatives), so we wouldn’t have to shelter.

I have had three Aliexpress orders go bad, and two of them I was refunded. One of them I was not, despite the fact their own shipping still showed it as on it’s way to New Jersey. They kept insisting I “pick it up at the local post office.” I pointed out Virginia was not near New Jersey. I was denied, but only out $8. As far as Amazon vs. Aliexpress, I will agree with you about Amazon customer service being better. But I have had “AliExpress shipping times” on some Amazon products, which led me to believe that the particular store was outside their local jurisdiction.

This has been my experience as well with Aliexpress. I know there’s a huge caveat emptor going on, but it’s like you said about batteries and storage, be careful unless you know exactly what you’re buying. Like a 64TB SSD for $15.99 proooobably not the real thing. But I have gotten a lot of SBCs, some stuffed animals, and cheap costume jewelry for my wife (who knows it’s cheap, but doesn’t care). Weirdest “quality” purchase? My “gold colored” tungsten wedding ring was $10, comfort fit, and in 6 years still looks like the real thing. But didn’t dent like my original wedding ring (which is why I needed a replacement, got smashed in a door accident). I’d never buy anything that I knew might cause a fire (like batteries) or possibly poison me (like pills).

Wish and Temu ripped me off in some of my first purchases. I was only out $30, and I know it was possible, so I just deleted my account and the apps.

“Mail Order Monsters,” which came out in the 8-bit era (mine was C64). Basically, you started out with a “base monster,” like plant, insect, reptile, etc. Then you battled someone else’s. The winner got some money, which could be used to upgrade your monster with abilities, extra limbs, and so on. You could save your monster on a floppy disk and battle on someone else’s system.

My love affair ended when a friend figured out how to hack that data file on the floppy and make an invincible monster

She switched to some “Sharp” (the brand) model that had a single-line LCD screen that you typed and when done, it would print the entire line at once. This made it easy to “backspace” typos before it was on paper. So she loaned me the Smith Corona. I think I used it for 2-3 years before she died.

I’m still alive, though. I used it a lot as a teen to write some of my first works of fiction, school reports, and so on. But yeah, that did occur to me. My mother died from suicide and my mother in law from medical malpractice, so they aren’t related. Still… superstitions are the worst stitions.

I have my mom’s old Smith Corona electric typewriter, possibly from the 1960s, but I haven’t researched it deeply yet. It comes with a hard suitcase with a 3-digit combination lock, and a novelty dust cover that says “Typewriter!” in a bold font. My mom died in 1987, and I just took it. Last used in 1998 when my mother in law borrowed it, and it caused a fight because she died unexpectedly and her estate executor wanted to sell it, not believing it to be mine. He was under the impression it was an antique he could get good money for, but I stole it back. Last appraisal was mid 2000s, and in new working condition, I could MAYBE sell it for $30. But it’s one of the few scant possessions I have of my moms, so I keep it.

1. Horrible childhood to teen which ends with mother’s suicide, homelessness, graduated high school.
2. Post school, retail management, dating, marriage. Fandom
3. Marriage, fatherhood, unemployment, writing, BBS, IT training, re employment in retail management
4. Start of IT career, fandom event management
5. Then 9/11 happened, life went to shit, more fandom management, first novel published
6. Running an event corporation, second novel published
7. Wife’s death, a desert wasteland of malaise, Trump elected lost just b because of him, retirement from running event corporation
8. Dating again, start working from home, remarriage, health problems fixing up.

So… Here we are.

I got burned too many times. Often they did substitutes that were anything but. For example, I am diabetic, and ordered diet soda, and often got regular. I ordered kosher hot dogs, got chicken franks. Salted butter when I asked for unsalted, wrong type of rice, and after a few of those, I gave up.

I knew a few survivalists who walked the Appalachian trail. The first hurdle is… humans are not meant to be solitary. We do best in groups, with division of labor, which multiply force. But that’s not the question. As many already said: calorie-dense food is really hard to come by in the wild. You have to know what to eat, when to eat it, how to prepare it, and how to avoid depleting it. You also compete with other forces of nature: not just wild animals, but bacteria and insects. You have to know when to rest (most of the time), and how to plan ahead, and plan ahead flexibly.

Me, personally, I know a LOT about how to survive. Enough to know I’d be dead in a week at most. Part of the problem is I am dependent on insulin and other medications to live. But even if that wasn’t an issue, I don’t know enough to survive alone. I know enough to know that. “Hiding in the woods” means “I am prepared to die in the woods very soon, but was too cowardly to jump off a precipice or something for a quicker end.”

Just in case people actually think this is a good idea: do not. Plastic, uncontrolled spray, and blowback is just really shooting uncontrolled fire in all directions. It works in your cartoon world head, but I know someone who tried and suddenly the failure (like escaping fumes around the holder, gasoline versus rubber gaskets meant for water) make you go, “Oh. Right.” Thankfully, they only got first degree burns on their face, head, hands, and arms, a weird balding patterns, and missing eyebrows. Thankfully, someone had an ABC fire extinguisher nearby. Yes, alcohol was involved.

The ones I have seen that work involve metal tubing and a secondary mixing of forced air along with a special fuel. https://www.recoilweb.com/flamethrowers-once-tools-of-war-now-toys-67763.html

Larry Niven covered this in 1974’s, “Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex” which discusses the impracticality of Superman/Clark Kent having sex.

The problem is this. Electroencephalograms taken of men and women during sexual intercourse show that orgasm resembles “a kind of pleasurable epileptic attack.” One loses control over one’s muscles.

Superman has been known to leave his fingerprints in steel and in hardened concrete, accidentally. What would he do to the woman in his arms during what amounts to an epileptic fit?

Consider the driving urge between a man and a woman, the monomaniacal urge to achieve greater and greater penetration. Remember also that we are dealing with kryptonian muscles.

Superman would literally crush LL’s body in his arms, while simultaneously ripping her open from crotch to sternum, gutting her like a trout.

https://www.rawbw.com/~svw/superman.html