Just saw myself in the mirror, and thought I looked pretty. So, I'm sharing.

My Elegoo Centauri Carbon has been sitting idle, half disassemblee, for a few months after a failed attempt to swap the nozzle with one I bought online that was just garbage.

I finally decided to fix it today, and after a lot of fighting I was successful.

So, then I decided it was finally time to install the cosmos open Centauri firmware. So, in a few minutes here both this and my Snapmaker U1 are going to be running community builds of Klipper.

Fuck yeah!

The existence of a wolf inside you implies the existence of another wolf inside of you.

I tend to say "no worries" a lot when people apologize for inconveniencing me, but it's a lie. There are always worries. Several worries. So many worries.

The existence of friends with benefits implies the existence of jobs with benefits.

@genehack You don't drive a yellow smart car, do you?

The existence of command line arguments implies the existence of command line make up sex.

It turns out that "modest is hottest" was just Mormon propaganda, and that dressing in the sluttiest way possible is actually significantly hotter that dressing modestly.

Who knew?

So, should we show up on time? Or is that nerdy and awkward? Should we be "fashionably late"? How do social?

(There are a few toots from a while back that are related to this one, but I can't tell you which because that would reveal too much.)

We are going to a BBQ tonight. The people hosting it are friends we met a few weeks ago, and they invited us tonight with the clear goal of introducing us to their friends.

I am excited, but also, I am a big anxious mess of a person.

Does the existence of Pulp Fiction imply the existence of Pulp Non-fiction or the existence of Non-pulp Non-fiction?

I'm getting really fucking sick of seeing waymo camera vehicles around Portland. Seems pretty clear they intend to have their driverless taxis here soon, and I can't wait for Portlanders show them what we think of them.

Spending a day in Utah really reminded me why I never ever want to spend a day in Utah ever again.

Just stood while they sang the star spangled banner...

"Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

No. No, it doesn't. It waves over the land of fascism.

For so long, I felt like I couldn't get any tattoos that couldn't be covered up. But, in all the time I have had tattoos, I have never once felt like I needed to cover them.

So, why did I feel like I needed the option to?

My bats!!! #tattoo

I'm fucking excited (and nervous) about getting my hand tattooed tonight!

I'm absolutely dreading going to Utah in a few days. I'm excited as fuck about seeing my kids, and I'm very proud of my oldest and excited to go to his graduation. But...

I have so much anxiety about being there, being judged, being out of place...

Knowing all that makes me want to stand out more though. I'm glad I'll have a fresh hand tattoo, and purple nails, and I'm going to wear all black with my pink shoes.

I tried to be a threat actor, but when I threat auditioned the threat casting director told me to take off my threat underwear because this threat part involves threat nudity...