I spent some time trying to refute this, but you’re right; I’ve got nothing.

Doubtful. High end Formula 1 teams don’t use anything as imprecise as “adhesive”. They’ll have an 18-step check-listed process for even opening a roll of sellotape, much less sticking it to anything. If you never misapply it, you never products to remove it 😁

I made a donburi for lunch yesterday that was almost 50% mediterranean by volume (tzatziki, tabouli, etc). Luckily I live in an isolated rural area so no one was able to dispense mob justice on Instagram.

An immense number of 3D printers were sold on the premise that they were definitely a key part of the revolution.

Exhausts are like brakes: mechanically simple but nothing ever fits until you assume some horrifically tortured yogic pose and every speck of dirt carries CANCER.

there’s still time!

the plus side of Jira adoption is that you now know it can’t get any worse

UPDATE: Turns out the Formula 1 organisation licensed the use of the Fleetwood Mac song and used the bass solo part as their theme music. It’s not plagiarism.

hey no shaming 😁

Honestly, it has only a very light citrus smell, I promise.

Aww, I’m saddened by this, but thank you for the heads-up.

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Looks industrial but it’s harmless on skin and eats any kind of adhesive instantly.

I just made a mildly obscene noise.

LOOK AT IT. OMFG.

Our species is way past its peak industrial design ethos.

I recently found a pair of new-old-stock Bose Lifestyle powered speakers, the sort of thing previous lifetime audio engineering me would have mercilessly mocked, and put them on my desk. They’re exactly what you’d expect: boomy, harsh, weird af EQ. But absolutely perfect for shitty YouTube audio.

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LOOK AT THEM

made the mistake of looking on local auction sites for old B&O gear but oh boy this feels like a dangerous hobby to get into

I love this thing so fucking much.

Because to make the wartime narrative more palatable, we “othered” fascism as tailored uniforms, shiny boots, and a specific set of German-accented beliefs, leaving us powerless to detect a resurgence that isn’t dressed the way the movies told us to expect.