It hasn’t been plugged in for the better part of a decade, back when we had a house with a floor lamp plug right by it, but it theoretically has a mini fridge, charging, and a Bluetooth speaker. In use, it has one very big drawer to go with two normal drawers.
Very similar, but it’s from some brand called Sobro, it’s a little smaller, and only 2/3 of it is a mini fridge.
It hasn’t been plugged in for over six years.
Heelers love us very much, but they also believe they know best and our suggestions like “Don’t bite my face” or “Don’t get chest deep in mud” are the barely coherent babblings of beloved children with low intelligence.
The heeler will decide what is best. Mud is best.
He doesn’t generally lie with his tummy to the sky out there. He prefers to let the black fur soak it up like a solar panel. He has a “saddle” pattern like a german shepherd.
Houston the baked pit-tato says, DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS!?
I have a halfway decent woodworking setup, plus a 3D printer and a cheap laser, but metalworking is just not really an option. The space dedication, plus the oils and the fire hazards and the scraps/shavings/slivers/chaff/god-knows-what-else all being completely incompatible with sharing a space with the rest of it. Sigh, just not likely to happen until and unless I can get in with the makerspace mafia. I am thinking of trying to figure out designing for mills and using metal-bending workbenches in CAD, though, and sending more designs off to be fabbed.
Good for the recall folks, though I’m sure there’s a share of pure NIMBYs in there and some folks definitely having the day they voted for. That’s funny that the supporters think the 1000 construction jobs will be for locals and not the specialized oilfield-like firms that are already staffed up to work these projects, or that Google will have 200 permanent staffers tied to the location and contributing to the town’s tax base.
“Gravity plating!” As long as there is floor, you’re good.
I was around almost at the beginning of Eternal September. In December of 1994, I posted to a newsgroup that google eventually archived on the web. Beyond that, my eBay account predates y2k. The first purchase I recall was a parallel port ethernet adapter so I could use Arachne for DOS on my 386SLC33 laptop in the university library. I mailed out a money order and hoped this “buying shit on the internet” thing wasn’t going to be a scam.
Imagine if that one fire were the series finale. All-time great show if you end it there.
They say they used a paid actor. Of course, even if that’s true, it’s not particularly hard to find someone with a similar pitch, accent, and timbre, and then finish fixing it to make sure it’s as confidently soothing as the NPR voice you wanted to steal in the first place. I suppose in one sense it’s not utterly different from hiring a soundalike, but now the soundalike is damn near perfect (the clips in the article are VERY similar and feel more like the difference in recording equipment than anything else) and doesn’t need to actually be available to perform for new impressions. Yet another example of “withstand motion for summary judgment, string it out, lobby against future guiderails” as the totality of Silicon Valley’s legal philosophy.
Ahh, but which one? LOL, I’m just kiddin’, they all have serious issues.
I grew up in the suburbs of the Florida one. It’s… fine? Go Jags!
Maybe it can repost racist MAGA slop, creep on the granddaughters of ex-girlfriends, and put private messages into the public feed, just like your dad!
When we were not-quite engaged and doing long-distance, my wife ganked my dumbphone and quickly edited my contact from {her name} to {her name}-mywife, no spaces, no capital letters. So now, twenty+ years later, that’s what it still says, and that’s how I address greeting card envelopes to her.
Stratasys and Ultimaker already killed it.
I had to sit on the floor to invite cuddles, but he finally came in and is now resting on his stinky blanket. To be completely honest, he was only out like that for a few minutes, but bless his heart he was trying so hard. The fosters called him “Sergeant” because he was bossy and protective of his siblings.
This is pretty much what I said to my wife while scritching my dogs. First it’ll just be expanded to missing kids and olds, because of course everyone wants to reunite families, but eventually it’ll be something that “law enforcement” can request for whatever the hell they want, because after all they’re the good guys keeping us safe!
But, and hear me out here, it’s also wicked cool.
Ours is more stick-shaped though, and really only good for candle wicks. If we smoked, you might be able to get a cigarette into the arc. It’d probably also work well if your grill’s or gas stove’s spark igniter was broken.
Deep cut here, but the old Rocky and Bullwinkle had a “Fractured Fairy Tales” that was often pretty fun.
Yes, and then some. It sounds like you’d do better randomly selecting a realtor to throw it up on MLS “as-is,” and even better if you followed the usual, admittedly annoying, process. These companies are not literal “risking jail” scams, but they’re not your friends either, and they will not be offering you anywhere close to market value. My sister and I looked into a couple of them when our dad passed, and the offers were far below what we pulled with a Realtor, even priced to move and with a kind of costly “turnkey” arrangement where they arranged cleanup and inspections.