

I just wouldn’t want to be someone’s pet


I just wouldn’t want to be someone’s pet


A live in girlfriend with a good job so I could stay home, grow weed and play video games. God i was stupid
I bought a house in the inner city like that. Some things off the top of my head: wiring from a wall switch to the ceiling light was wired with an extension cord. Not a heavy duty orange one, the brown twisty kind you would use for Christmas lights. Knob and tube wiring that was capped at a dead end (no junction box) protruding from a hole in a closet. At the panel everything was updated romex so it was tied in somewhere. Never figured out where. Wires were sliced together in the kitchen ceiling without being in a junction box, squirrels got in and would cause it to short out.
An outlet tester costs $10 and will tell you if outlets are wired properly.
So odd. The trim on the left has a notch cut in it to accommodate the light switch cover? Seems like it would have been easier to move the box on inch to the right or cut the plastic cover rather than the trim? Why not make better use of the space by accessing it from another wall? This looks like a novice handyman’s work. It would make me worry about what you can’t see.
Can you imagine what Microsoft was like in 1976?
Phone phreaking, the 80’s were so fun. Stolen AT&T calling card numbers enabled you to call long distance for free at a time when calling the next city over could cost 30 cents a minute or more (equivalent to over a buck now). Hacking people’s answering machines was pretty easy. For youngsters, this was a device hooked up to your land line phone to give you voicemail. You could listen to your messages remotely by calling it and entering a password which was very short and limited to numbers. Some had to the capability to change the message that answered the phone. That made for lots of fun
Out of the Inner Circle covered this real well. It was a book printed in the early 80’s
This one is from nearly 30 years ago. In my dream I’m approached by 2 policemen who tell me my father has been killed and they need me to come with them for questioning. I’m 100% sure my father is alive and this is all a misunderstanding. I get in the back of their police car laughing that it’s all a waste of time but whatever, no worries. As the car is rolling along I’m looking out the windows as the landscape gradually changes. First it was all tall pine trees then became rocky, then nothing but rocks. While still moving it all fades away and the car disappears and I’m flying. The only other thing I remember is seeing a bird flying with me. It’s a bird I’ve never seen before even though I’m a bit of a backyard birder. There were teardrop shaped things trailing behind it’s wings as if attached by strings. Truly unusual looking. I wake up in the morning and I’m convinced I was tricked into leaving my body by these men claiming to be policemen. Fast forward to just a few weeks ago, someone posts video of a nightjar. A nocturnal bird that looks just like the one in my dream! https://youtu.be/8XqqlC_MoWk


Rye Coalition: The Story of the Hard Luck 5
If you like rock docs this is a good one.


And if you want to fish for trout, research the waters you intend to fish. I booked a cabin for a long fall weekend only to find out the creeks weren’t going to be stocked until the following weekend. Trout don’t survive the warm summers there and there’s no natural reproduction


Better yet understand that none of your gear makes heat, you do. Think of your sleeping bag and clothes as batteries that need to be recharged periodically and your body is a generator. When you shiver that is your body trying to burn calories to produce heat. You can stay much warmer by keeping busy and moving around than you will by standing around a fire. When you wake up cold in the middle of the night, move your legs like you’re riding a bicycle while laying on your side. It won’t take long to warm up. Also keep an isolating layer between you and the ground like a foam sleeping pad. It also works for when standing on frozen ground.
I do the same as you with a few exceptions:
Laugh at my old man’s jokes about the weather when we go out for our weekly breakfast? You get an extra buck or two
If I order water, an extra buck or so. It takes the same energy as bringing me a beer. Especially at night clubs.
Bring me back my change but didn’t break up that fiver? I’ll tip you exactly 18% and make you bring me back five singles
The bars empty, you’re not making squat in tips and you hang out and chat with me. Could be an extra five bucks or so
Give me a free beer? I’ll tip an extra five bucks
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Yeah I felt I dated myself by talking about listening to the radio. I don’t know if this is of any help to you: I started taking guitar lessons at 50 and although I may never perform publicy, I enjoy just playing alone or with a few jam buddies. Around the same time I started going to punk shows again and after a little time made friends with some of the regulars (just like old times). Covid and inflation derailed that but I still make it out a few times a year. We all have our own personal obstacles though


While listening to the oldies radio station and hearing music that was popular while you were in high school


Pretty sure the washer goes on the bottom


Just as much as I blame people that didn’t vote


Not me but a coworker. Worked for a food importer and distributor back in the early 90’s and had never heard of needing any kind of certification to operate a forklift. Coworker who gave me a ride and got me stoned on the way to work every morning has a minor accident while on the tow motor. He is embarrassed and panics. Rather than stopping and taking a deep breath he tries to straighten out the error before the boss finds out and ends up puncturing the drywall above the office with the forks. It was 35 years ago, I still remember thinking how easily those forks could go through me
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