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  • It’s a DRYING rack, it isn’t meant to be permanent storage. You wash the dishes after dinner, and place them in the rack. The next morning, after they’ve dried, the first thing you do is put them all back in the cabinets.

    However, I acknowledge that a LOT of people won’t bother with the second step.


  • I get that, but Leatherman tools aren’t expensive because of their quality, which is excellent, they are expensive because of their brand. There are plenty of equally high quality tools that aren’t nearly as expensive. The Wetools knife that I have is a good example. Excellent design and high quality construction for a fraction of the cost.

    I appreciate high quality in all things, but I have also learned in life that quality and cost often have little or no correlation. With a little research, I can usually find a tool, or guitar, or audio gear, etc. that is just as good, or even better, than the well-known gourmet brands, at a far cheaper price. Multitools are an excellent example of that.









  • I came to Lemmy after being permabanned on Reddit, and I didn’t have any problem signing up, logging in, or using it.

    I also miss the smaller crowds, but I don’t miss the pages of puns, shitposts, trolls, 4Chan refugees, contrarians, novelty accounts, bots, Russian Propaganda Farmers, etc. I do miss the active forums for some of my favorite subjects, like guitars. The few forums that exist are very quiet, with posts every few days, weeks or even months, instead of constantly, like Reddit.

    I find it much better for politics, if for no other reason that we can talk openly without getting suspended or banned.




  • barneypiccolo@lemm.eetoMemes@lemmy.ml•Rage For The Machine
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    Set List:

    Incel Mania

    Submit to My Power

    Behold My Magnum Dong

    All Praise to the Great Leader

    Lefty Cunt

    Suck Up, Punch Down

    I’m Not a Creep, You’re a Creep

    You’re too Ugly to Fuck, Anyway

    My Canadian Girlfriend (You Wouldn’t Know Her)

    Only Fans Love

    Deportation Vacation

    My Misspelled Face Tattoo

    Education is Overrrated (We Don’t Need No Critical Thinking)




  • I think it helped shape me into a an adventurous, curious person, because that was what motivated me as a kid. Other Free Range kids might have gone out to play sports, or to look for trouble, etc., but i was just exploring.

    There was another direct influence on my life: Once, i headed to a nearby “woods,” to watch animals, and bumped into some friends. One jumped over a small creek to greet me, and stepped right onto an underground bee hive. They all poured out of that hive like water, and came directly for me. The first stung my lip, then neary eye. They got in my hair, up my t-shirt, stuck in my socks etc.

    I jumped on my bike and started racing toward home, hoping to outrun them, but they were the kind of bees that don’t lose their stingers, so the ones stuck in my clothes kept stinging me. By the time i got home i had at least 30 stings.

    I’m okay now, but i was really afraid of bees for many years. Gardening helped me learn to lose my fear.

    Overall, i think it made me a person who isn’t afraid of the world, and i know i can navigate any situation that comes up.


  • Back in the 60s, i was a Free-Range kid. On on a nice non-school day, I would go out after breakfast on my bike, and be gone all day, without any money, a watch, ID, cell phone (didn’t exist back then), anything, and I’d be gone all day. The only rule was to be home by 5 pm.

    Nobody knew where I was, who I was speaking to, or anything. If i bumped into friends, I’d hang out for a while, but if I needed to know the time, I’d ask some stranger. If I was thirsty, I’d knock on a random door and ask for a glass of water. Once, I stopped at the end of a driveway to watch some guy doing woodworking in his open garage. He saw me watching and this stranger invited me into garage, and showed me his tools, and what he was building. Turned out he was a decent guy, and I probably reminded him of his grandson, but what if he wasn’t? My primary fear was running into the Robolotto boys, but as long as I didn’t see one of them, I was happy.

    This was routine for years, and it was the same for my friends. I started doing this when I was about 7 years old.