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Cake day: June 23rd, 2023

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  • I have (had?) an arms length friend that is prone to making bad choices.
    He aspires to be a decent guy, but struggles with making the right choices. He made some pretty bad choices last year.

    Cheated on his wife with a coworker that was, er, not someone I’d trust. Got caught. Coworker then got pregnant. A few months later he called me to ask if he could crash in our guest bedroom for ‘no more than three days’ while he cut things off with the coworker and worked on reconciling with the wife. While he was still that coworker’s supervisor and baby daddy, unbeknownst to his supervisors.
    Seeing nothing but red flags there, I offered to pay for a hotel room for him for a week, and he never took me up on the offer. My wife’s eyebrows were almost at the ceiling when we got off the phone. She very much appreciated not inviting that mess into our lives. I haven’t heard from him since.


  • The house numbers on my block always skip one.

    For example, if my block number was the 10th block, on the odd side of the street, the house numbers are 101, 105, 109, 1013, 1017. And on the even side, they’re 100, 104, 108, 1012, 1016. (Sub dividing houses is common here, maybe they wanted extra addressing space?)

    Sometime last year, I caught an Amazon driver stalking through the back yard, as he tried to find one of those in-between addresses. Sadly he didn’t just leave the boxes at the map pin.











  • I used to have a TCL soundbar.

    In addition to being extremely mediocre, it promised to integrate with my WiFi so that music could be airplayed through it. After adding it to my WiFi, it still broadcast the open ‘setup’ WiFi network.

    If you joined the setup network, you could SSH into the soundbar as root without a password and dump the dhcp.conf file, which would give anyone access to my home WiFi network. Other TCL models also allowed for root via SSH, but used 12345678 as the password. A skilled hacker could just bot these via wardriving and turn them into network listeners.

    It may have still broadcast the setup network because I blocked the device from accessing the internet. I only ever went poking around on it because I noticed that the setup network kept getting set to the same channels as my home network and it was causing interference. I eventually just factory reset the device so it had no information on it at all.
    After the umpteenth time of not being found by my TV, a hard reset killed it. Just got stuck booting and never recovered.

    Anyway - crap brand. Sad day for Sony TV fans.



  • I’m glad I have ADHD and will forget about this by tomorrow, or else I’d spend my weekend trying to figure out what temperature and droplet size makes the slipperiest ice. You can probably use far less water with a mist sprayer, assuming the mist doesn’t freeze before it hits the ground. (Saving water means better coverage by the time you run out, being my thinking.)



  • Having just read a comment about someone who actually went through the process of having a kid by employing stuff like cycle and fertility tracking, scheduling both sex and abstinence, as well as other not-fun stuff, your comment made me think of taking the kink to an extreme, where instead of lots of rambunctious boning, it was a couple nerds doing intense and fruitless science to find the optimal way to impregnate someone that was impossible to impregnate. (Unless they start looking at the mating habits of bedbugs, but that’s a third, separate, entirely unhinged thing.)

    I mean, I’m pretty sure I know which interpretation you meant. But brains are weird and I’m sleep deprived.


  • As someone who isn’t going to have kids and doesn’t want them, I still get the growing old alone concern.

    It’s not that I would have wanted children to take care of me, but that I don’t trust the social safety system in the U.S.
    Even if things are going well, it’s still a terrifying proposition. My first job ever was as a dietary aid at a mid-level retirement home, and while some of the people there were thriving (namely the folks who somehow managed to go into the home with their partners), the majority were a study of what happens when the ability to live exceeds the will. It was a formative experience.

    That’s why I’m in therapy and desperately scared that between neurodivergence and trauma, that I’m not going to be one of those really social old people with friends everywhere that care for them and keep them company. Although I think it’s not a given that kids will automatically be there for you as you age, I can see the appeal of doing what you can to hedge your bets. It’s a terrifying world out there, and we only have each other.