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My Cecil's name is Jimmy and he fixed my refrigerator, my air conditioner, and my cat.
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A local store just upgraded the deposit machine, so instead of depositing one single can at a time, I now empty an entire bag of hundreds of cans into the machine and let it sort it out.
It's great, saves lots of time and makes everything easier. Instead of bringing a shopping bag with 20 cans everytime I shop I can take an entire sack of 200 cans every month or so.Unfortunately... the same kind of people who used to cause queues with their 200 can garbage bags at the usual refund machines also figured this out, so now they're causing a queue at the new machine with trailer loads of garbage bags full of thousands of cans.
I have no idea where they get all those cans.
When I moved into my last apartment, my entire storage area was full of bags of cans.
They belonged to a neighbor, who was using my empty storage because his was full, I found out 2 weeks later when he came ripping up to my door demanding to know what I did with his money.
When I found out he meant the cans, I laughed, told him I threw out his trash for him, and told him if he ever darkened my door again I’d call the cops.
They weren’t even crushed. His own storage was probably plenty if he’d be less lazy.
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I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I'm about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
if it's jank, and it works, it ain't jank.
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My Cecil's name is Jimmy and he fixed my refrigerator, my air conditioner, and my cat.
Skinny women... can do THIS for you...
What is not a damn thing?
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I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I'm about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
In high school, I got in a car wreck and had to drive without a front bumper for about a year. When the bumper got torn away, it also took the light housings for my blinkers and running lights.
My dad made new housings with zip ties and soda cans cut in half that attached to the back of lenses we bought cheap at the local auto parts store. He drilled slightly undersized holes in the bottom of the cans that held the bulbs in place when they were pushed through, and he'd polished the inside of the cans to act as reflectors.
It worked great! When we eventually got the bumper replaced, the body guy shop was amazed and said he didn't see any reason why we should spend the money to buy factory housings, and when we sold that car it still had store-brand diet sprite cans as light housings that surely confused the hell out of someone down the line.
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The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
if it's jank, and it works, it ain't jank.
The definition of jank is that it at least sorta works.
If it doesn't its not jank its just broken.
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I choose to believe every single word of it. The universe is more interesting if it's true.
Same. Fiction or fact, this is funny enough and harmless enough to just shrug and say, "He must be a wizard, whoever he is."
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Dam this man needs some purpose
I think he found it.
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it was covid lockdown. i don't think i was the only one who skipped the odd laundry day.
this was a whole different thing, though. i'd already lived here (i'm still in the same place) for three years without any issues. i'm not neurotic, but i do try to keep my place clean.
or at least i thought i did..
these roaches taught me so much. to this day, i still keep my organic waste in a bag in my freezer. i got rid of my coffee machine and switched to instant - explaining why would probably make you sick. i never leave dishes to "soak" any more.
i'm telling you, it got bad. really bad. i talked to the super, and she said that someone moved in who 'was from a different part of the world and is used to roaches'. like, what? it got to the point where i always had a fly swatter in one had and a bottle of windex in the other. i was killing 20-30 by hand every night. they weren't coming over for food; they were so bad at the other apartment that they were coming there to scope a new place to live.
Jesus, fuck, at that point I would pack my quilts and sleep outside. Because fuck that.
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When I moved into my last apartment, my entire storage area was full of bags of cans.
They belonged to a neighbor, who was using my empty storage because his was full, I found out 2 weeks later when he came ripping up to my door demanding to know what I did with his money.
When I found out he meant the cans, I laughed, told him I threw out his trash for him, and told him if he ever darkened my door again I’d call the cops.
They weren’t even crushed. His own storage was probably plenty if he’d be less lazy.
Lots of places don't take crushed cans because people would put sand in em and crush em so they'd weigh more.
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In high school, I got in a car wreck and had to drive without a front bumper for about a year. When the bumper got torn away, it also took the light housings for my blinkers and running lights.
My dad made new housings with zip ties and soda cans cut in half that attached to the back of lenses we bought cheap at the local auto parts store. He drilled slightly undersized holes in the bottom of the cans that held the bulbs in place when they were pushed through, and he'd polished the inside of the cans to act as reflectors.
It worked great! When we eventually got the bumper replaced, the body guy shop was amazed and said he didn't see any reason why we should spend the money to buy factory housings, and when we sold that car it still had store-brand diet sprite cans as light housings that surely confused the hell out of someone down the line.
I once had a broken headlight and also broke pockets, so I grabbed some packing tape and made a new one. I was at an AutoZone and the guy looked at my car, looked at me and said "that won't last past the first storm" to which my response was "it's held up for three months. I'll take my chances." and it held up until the seals on the transmission blew out after driving it across the country again.
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A local store just upgraded the deposit machine, so instead of depositing one single can at a time, I now empty an entire bag of hundreds of cans into the machine and let it sort it out.
It's great, saves lots of time and makes everything easier. Instead of bringing a shopping bag with 20 cans everytime I shop I can take an entire sack of 200 cans every month or so.Unfortunately... the same kind of people who used to cause queues with their 200 can garbage bags at the usual refund machines also figured this out, so now they're causing a queue at the new machine with trailer loads of garbage bags full of thousands of cans.
I have no idea where they get all those cans.
I used the local bulk deposit yesterday. Had two garbage bags. The guy in front of me had four, and the elderly couple a head of that guy had glass bottles and the machine broke down. Before the poor PFY had fixed the machine and the four bags guy was done, I had spent at least 15min waiting in line and another 5 at the machine.
I went into the store and when done with the groceries for a week the last guy in line when I was done had only moved up one place, and another two people had joined the line.
In theory just dumping your bags in the machine seems like a timesaver. In reality all I got was 20min of audio book, side eye from other shoppers, and fingers that weren't sticky.
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Autism is not as rare as we still think, it just has shapes that we don't readily recognize.
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I would suspect some sort of scheme bringing cans from a neighboring state or whatever without a deposit. Just one more reason to wish for a national deposit program in the US.
That's not possible with the system in my country, but I agree, it ought to be standard in EU too.
I think the machine attracts more people with lots of cans and also teaches more people not to bother refunding often.
My point, if there is one, is that when technology makes life easier, it's human nature to become even lazier, to the point where the technology doesn't solve the issue it was made for.
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I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I'm about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
Gazing upon skill beyond your comprehension: How the fuck does this work?
Gazing at unholy fuckery: How the fuck does this WORK?
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I find it highly unlikely that Clark Gable is on social media as that he has been deceased since 1960 long before the invention of the internet. What I think is taking place is someone is posing as Clark Gable to malign his slovenly neighbour. Clark Gable was a great actor and probably why Superman was named Clark and if he were alive today he would continue to make great films but it is also highly unlikely that Clark would live beside a trashcan.
As George Washington once said, never believe what´s on the internet.
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If your country had the German Pfand system where you pay 25 cent more per can and get it back if you return it, this would be expensive....
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Living the dream.
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If your country had the German Pfand system where you pay 25 cent more per can and get it back if you return it, this would be expensive....
We have that in Ontario, and as a kid my cub/scout troop would go around town and ask people to give us their empties as a fundraiser. We'd return them and use the money to buy camping supplies and stuff.
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That looks like my play through of a fallout game. For some reason it amuses me to no end to make a random, huge pile of found alcohol, in game.
I’m humbled by this man doing it in real life.
