“I’m telling you Molotov cocktails work. Any time I had a problem I threw a Molotov cocktail and Boom! Right away, I had a different problem.”

Ain’t no torque on a Dremel. Gotta find the hammer drill.

Thank you. That looks plausible and should keep the mental wolves at bay, LOL.

Okay, somebody here has to know of have better image searching skills than I do. What is the Visor prop? It’s clearly not a spray-painted hair clip like (the inspiration for) Geordi’s, but it doesn’t look bespoke, more like some sort of removable support rib from… something. Grrr.

I think there’s something about the parasitic nature of it, taking over an otherwise healthy ear of corn. We tend to think of our edible fungi as growing out of the dirt like a plant, or a fallen tree, or at worst sort of calmy sitting on top of whatever it is using for its own food. THe fact that this has invaded kernels makes them very bad corn kernels and triggers something instinctive. Corn smut is one of those “the first person to try this was in a bad spot” kind of foods.

Legitimate? Basically none. Illegitimate? First, lazily fixing a fuckup on putting up strings of Christmas lights where you can’t daisy chain them properly, with bonus points for the likeliehood of needing to break off the grounding pin. Second, injecting power from a generator into a single circuit of your house if the power is out.

In one sense, you could argue conductors are conductors and if you think through every eventuality you can mitigate risk, but on the other, if you find you’re in a situation where one of these seems useful, you are not the type of person thinks through every eventuality.

Cue the James Joyce letters in 3… 2… 1… ({}).

I have it on good authority that the Starbucks protein coffee gives you the double-shits.

Got a lot of sticktuitiveness.

I don’t think I should go against the grain here.

Peaked in obedience school…

Yeah, I mean there’s not a big huge punchline, but this was clearly a bit of a general send-up, and also prodding at a very specific “Tim Tebow” type of muscular Christianity.

That type of Christian man is big and strong, but also extremely manicured and soft-spoken (even while saying the usual heinous shit) and “effeminate” by certain heteronormative standards. The look and vibe lends itself to fairly easy jokes about men who are closeted or so naive they don’t realize they’re closeted, which will needle some and maybe give others food for thought. Anybody who’s spent time in the Bible Belt will have met the dude in this comic, and maybe his wife.

I doubt I’m saying anything novel here, but good lord Kilmer stole that movie for himself, and he’s therefore a big part of the reason nobody gives a shit about the Costner one, the rest being that anything “epic” that Costner did after Dances with Wolves was a self-indulgent and overlong toboggan-ride over the top-most surface of whatever theme he claimed to be exploring.

Not that the rest of the Tombstone cast didn’t have their moments, but they were all dancing to Doc’s tune. Without him, it’s a B-movie that punches slightly above its weight and gets filed away with the likes of Young Guns 2.

Yeah, not the best angle. The PS/2 port is that little silver box. The USB-C port is on the PCB. This was assembled to go inside a vintage keyboard to semi-permanently convert it, but I’ve been using it to test other boards. If a board is fully intact, I’ll just use an external converter, but there used to be a practice of snipping the cables on hardware that businesses retired for accounting purposes if they were written off, which can be a good, if risky, way to get an eBay buy for cheap.

You’ve been warned.

Well, I fell pretty deep into that rabbit hole, where I’ve even designed a couple of primitive circuit boards and hand-wired a bunch of keyboards. I also mess around with vintage stuff a bit.

This particular converter is programmable and meant to be used with a not mechanical 122-key terminal keyboard made by the company that took over IBM’s US keyboard factory, but it’s been hanging out with several DuPont wires shoved into it to connect it to a molex connector to test a different old board.

I would really appreciate it if nobody looked at the PS/2 to USB adapter currently on my workbench, kplzandthx.

This. Real sweet tea is like if caramel and diabetes had a baby and tea was just the midwife. It’s not really tea in any sense except the academic, but when you want it you want it, and it’s definitely sweet.

Okay, I’m willing to accept that we generally shouldn’t decide that our personal lines in the sand can serve as meaningful differentiators between art and not-art. By the same token, don’t expect me to be particularly impressed by a (mostly) photorealistic composition just because you spent 30 minutes fine-tuning your prompt. If I’m not appreciating your skill and the time you committed to your vision, the bar for the impact you need to make is that much higher. For me, most AI art falls flat on that front as well.

Maybe someone will be the breakthrough artist that shows the rest of us luddites what a genuinely beautiful interplay between drafting a prompt and massaging an engine will look like, but (1) even that person is something other than a painter or a photographer, and (2) I don’t think we’re there yet and may never be.

LOL, are you trying to keep me from derailing a shitpost thread where I’m rehashing the boring online debate that inspired it! How dare you!!! What are you? Some kind of Michael?