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[vvelegrin]

ooough feeling industrious or whatever. went to get a mango to eat, but then ended up sharpening and oiling the knife i was going to use. :) uuuhhh still need to eat that mango. got a different knife lmao.

[ceradenja]

I'm exploding Huion please send me my new pen quickly.

[gkinteriordesign]

"Stunning Kitchen Design | 20-Year Warranty Included!"अद्भुत रसोई डिजाइन...

[loveerran]

I've been enjoying this post and it reminded me of my fruit trees! I have planted pears, peaches, cherries (sweet and sour both), blackberries, blueberries, apples, kiwis, strawberries...

It all began with one peach tree bought from a hardware store on a random whim (it died). Next thing you know, I am pruning to an open-center plan, shopping for disease resistant varieties and good pollinators from quality nurseries, installing bees (a whole blog by itself), and watching in intense satisfaction as my home becomes a mini orchard.

Do you know how many peaches a mature peach tree produces? 2-4 bushels each depending on the year. Apples may be twice that much. How big is a bushel you ask? It's 4 pecks (the occult knowledge is fantastic!). Bushel:

Cherry Bushes? We have 3 and just got about 10 gallons of cherries. 3 pies, jams for days, giving away a couple of gallons today and there's more on the little buggers (/affectionate).

Will I ever make a profit on these? Who cares? The upfront costs are minimal, but there's no way to pay for the labor other than love and the satisfaction of a beautiful, organic fresh peach for breakfast or a PB&J made with your own J. We give away to the neighbors, church folks, friends and family. We get sick of the best fruit pies you have ever tasted. We are overstocked in jams and jellies and make interesting new flavors (like peach + cherry w/ a bit of cinnamon). Neighborhood kids have been known to 'steal' the occasional fresh fruit off the trees near the edge of the property. Help yourselves dears.

And I have a hobby! I imagine this will give me something to putter around doing in my old age, something to chatter about with like-minded individuals and maybe even something to pass on to children (whether my own or the neighborhood kids). In fact, it pleases me to imagine some of those neighborhood kids 'stealing' off my trees will grow up with fond memories of picking fresh fruit and choose to plant their own orchard someday.

There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.

Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.

and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."

[blitziwitchwrites]

pairing: older bf!ryomen sukuna x reader

content warnings/tags: domestic fluff, cursing/language, age gap (sukuna in his 40s and reader in her 20s), size difference, brief mention of family conflict (jin and sukuna), suggestive but no smut

author’s note: little bit of a long imagine, but i saw fanart of sukuna in glasses yesterday and then again earlier today and had to write this. happy valentine's day!

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imagining older boyfriend!sukuna’s eyes are wearing out with his increasing age, and he has to get glasses that he absolutely fucking hates.

“tch.”

you know that song all too well. after being with your older boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, for as long as you have, now going on living together for over a year now, that was the sound he always made whenever something was bothering him and he didn’t want to just tell you about it, rather wanting you to go on and ask him about it.

it’s late at night, and after having to wake up early and accompany your boyfriend to the eye doctor to pick out a pair of frames and order contact lenses, you were quite ready for bed. sitting beneath your warm satin covers, you glance over as your boyfriend moves over to the bed and lifts the cover, climbing in next to you, his frames still perched neatly over his eyes.

“what’s the matter, ryo?” you hum softly, leaning over to be closer to him. you lean your chin on his large biceps, as he is so ridiculously tall that you cannot even comfortably rest it on his shoulder when you are sitting next to each other, his large and muscular body half-sunken into his side of the mattress.

“flimsy pieces of plastic. shit’s ridiculous.”

“you’re seriously still beefin’ with your glasses?” you giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him, your eyes trailing over the thin black metal perched over his nose and boxing around his eyes, sliding back his cheeks and sharp jaw and tucking behind his ears.

sukuna scoffs, looking over at you, furrowing his eyebrows and letting another ‘tch’ sound click from his mouth, before he looks away from you. he clasps his fingers around the black metal piece resting on the bridge of his nose, beginning to pull the glasses from his face with a roll of his eyes. “fuck kinda language are you using brat? beefin’? fuck that even supposed to mean?”

gently, you brush your hand up, gently placing it over his large and thick fingers that are attempting to take off the glasses without breaking them- again. thank god for the warranty on the glasses, because when you two had initially picked up the frames, he hadn’t even made it out of the office yet before he looked at the frames and squeezed them just a little too hard and broke them, resulting in him having to walk into walls and struggle to drive for another three days before you two could pick up the repaired ones.

you gently push his fingers back towards his face, placing the glasses right back onto his nose. “i think they look sexy.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, minding himself to resist the natural urge to swipe your hand away from his face like he would anyone or anything else, minus his tattoo artist who’d inked his face all those years ago, long before he met you. sukuna was not used to being gentle. he’d never been a gentle man with anyone before you, and even with you, sometimes he had to mind himself because you were so much smaller and more fragile than anything he’d ever handled before. he simply turns his hand, lightly clasping it over yours, his entire hand enveloping yours as he pulls your hand away from his face. “don’t be ridiculous. they look absurd.”

“no, ryo.” you giggle, leaning up, batting your thick, soft eyelashes up at the man as he scowls down at you, your fingers gently bunching up while trapped under his own. nobody else ever referred to sukuna by his first name and lived to tell the tall, except you. nobody had ever even given him a nickname for his last name, much less his first name. “they make you look distinguished.”

“don’t patronize me, brat. there is not a thing about me that gives off what you are alluding to, so if anything, this stupid plastic just looks out of place.” sukuna responds to you, though his voice is a little gentler this time. a little softer. there’s a hint of vulnerability to his voice that nobody else but you had ever witnessed before.

you giggle, feeling his hand squeeze yours before he drops it, leaving both of your hands to rest in his lap. without warning, you shift from your side of the bed, climbing into your older boyfriend’s lap and straddling him, your knees resting on his outer thighs as you do so. instinctively, his large hands move to your waist and just gently rest there, keeping you secure so you do not fall off his lap and off the bed like you have in the past. once you are secure on his lap, you lean forward, having to let your knees sink into the mattress a bit as you move. you place your hand on his chest this time, leaning on him for stability as you pucker your lips, softly kissing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, your lips softly pressing against the frames and his sore flesh from holding them for a whole day for the first time ever.

sukuna shuts his eyes, melting into your loving gesture. his large hands squeeze your waist, his calloused fingers pressing against your back tenderly as he does so. you hold your lips for a moment there, your hand gently twitching on his chest, before you pull away, resting yourself to sit back on his lap. “i think the contrast looks nice.” you say softly up to him, your voice just above a soft whisper. sukuna opens his eyes, causing you to giggle, the frames of his glasses lightly fogged from the breath that had left your lips after your kiss. sukuna rolls his eyes, but can’t seem to retract the gentle begrudging smile that rests on his lips and the light flush of pink that brushes the tips of his ears. 

“you speak such nonsense.”

“you know i’m right,” your counter, a playful smile plastered over your face as you watch the older man, who is always so poised and kept together and cold in the presence of others practically melt from your simple words. “you look even better in them than jin does.”

sukuna’s face falters, whatever resemblance of restraint he had been using now crumbling. he looks at you, his breath hitching slightly as he looks down at you, squeezing your waist. ah, yes. the man’s younger twin brother. the golden child, you always teasingly called him. the husband, the father, the one who was always better in every way. sukuna had never gotten along with him, and after a while, stopped trying to compete and had lived his life in every way opposite to his brother, sick of the comparisons their lives had always lived. hell, sukuna hadn’t even touched a woman until you came along and were too sweet to resist, not wanting to have to face any bad husband allegations, unlike his brother who was always considered the perfect man to his wife, kaori.

even though sukuna had never intended to love another, he couldn’t ever have managed to stay away from you. and he was glad he didn’t. you were the first person in his whole life, in all of the years he carried, who never compared him or made him feel lesser. sukuna had been tempted to even tell you he was an only child, but he didn’t want to be dishonest with you, and he was glad he wasn’t when you exceeded all expectations and never once put him down in comparison of the man who carried an identical face to him, yet polar personality.

you hum softly, gently laying a kiss on sukuna’s lips. his hand slowly slides up, cupping your cheek tenderly, his other hand slowly rubbing up and down your side. you both melt into the affectionate kiss, sukuna’s shut eyes keeping him unaware of the way his glasses had significantly fogged up more from the passion of the intimate moment, until you gently pull back and look up at him as he opens his eyes.

“tch. flimsy lenses tryna keep me from lookin’ at my wife.”

your face softens, but you barely have time to register his words when he suddenly reaches up and pinches the corner of the frames, pulling them off his face… only the frames to snap! right where the arm of the glasses meets the corner, the long thin wire falling down into your laps and resting on your thigh.

“ryo!” you whine, picking up the arm, only to drop it again when your boyfriend’s hands both swiftly slide underneath your thighs and push them up after he tosses the remnants of his glasses that had been in his hands away. sukuna roughly pushes you onto your back, his hands gripping your thighs, your knees behind your head and into the mattress as he roughly kisses you. the frames become next to nothing as you quickly slide your hands up his face, locking your fingers in his hair, returning the hungry and passionate kiss as your knees bend, your legs hooking over his shoulders. your fingers remain locked in his hair, even as he suddenly bites down on your lip and then proceeds to pull away, his eyes narrowing as his nose brushes against yours, his hands gripping your thighs harder. he grunts slightly, before turning his head, beginning to slather kisses down your neck.

you two can replace them tomorrow. right now, his biggest priority was making sure he made his beloved feel just as good as she always made him feel.

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not proofread. please do not steal, copy, repost, and/or translate. copyright protected by blitziwitchwrites.

[silentwalrus1]

Thinking about Kamino cloning primarily as a major planetary economic driver and thus extremely A Business and how that would interact with the clones’ existence as a product and more specifically with the whole thing about Quality Control. The enforcement of interchangeability has significant value in the same way the invention of the assembly line and mass produced components have value to industry, i.e. if one part of a large & complex system stops working, you don’t have to rebuild the entire damn thing, you just replace the part.

In a biologically engineered army, that interchangeability can most advantageously manifest in:

Size (smaller range of equipment, armor, housing etc necessary)

medical compatibility (you only have to stock one blood type, organ and tissue donation availability skyrockets etc)

capability (the more you can crosstrain Jeff A to do Jeff Z’s job, the easier it is to replace Jeff Z if he bites it)

So clones that look different but are otherwise to spec in the prioritized categories would probably be fine, because getting rid of them is a loss of product and thus loss of profit.

Of course, as businesspeople, the Kaminoans want their product to seem more high-end than it actually is. So you don’t want to scrap perfectly good stock, but you DO want to make sure those fucking primates don’t act up and pop the hood on their own shitty dye job while the warranty’s still active.

Cue the Kaminoans issuing hair dye, makeup, shitty 2-dollar cosplay contact lenses etc and a bunch of random mercenaries disinterestedly instructing auditoriums of 400 cadets at a time in how to haphazardly cover up your Manufacturing Defects. Half the Mandos are like “if you want an armor painting seminar i have a fucking PhD but i haven’t taken off my helmet in front of another living person in 20 years, for this we’re pulling up the first fucking makeup tutorial that falls out of Space YouTube”.

It turns out it is much, much easier and more efficient to give clones access to Space Youtube than it is to teach them things yourself.

Cue 5 years later the Jedi roll up for pickup and not only is every single clone perfectly identical, they have achieved this via having every face BEAT, hair COIFFED, skin (tone corrected & colormatched ofc) GLOWING, contoured to the GODS,

[ms-demeanor]

So these computers will be mostly be used for CAD but also video editing. The time we are looking for is in the next few months. It will be running autodesk fusion which at minimum needs 2 cores, recommends 8 for cpu, needs 8gb of ram recommends 32gb, and needs aleast some sort of gpu and something like a nvidia quadro is recommended though I am mostly sure we would do fine with a 40s or 50s series GPU.

This is very funny to me because this is actually quite similar to the conundrum I had buying computers earlier today. Workstations are currently a bitch to get (and also that means that $1500 per device is somewhat unrealistic in the opposite direction of what I was initially thinking, especially given the graphics card)

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Hi Anon!

Thanks for the details! We're beginning to see some stock availability issues with hardware so I'm not finding anything that's a perfect match out-of-box for your needs but I believe I've found a solution that should be comfortably within budget as long as you've got in-house IT or an affordable contractor to help with the build.

What I've found is a Lenovo ThinkStation P3 Tiny that comes with a 20-Core, 14th gen i7 processor, 16GB DDR5 5600 MHz RAM (SoDIMM), and an Nvidia T400 4GB graphics card. The workstation includes an upgraded Lenovo Premiere warranty with next-day onsite service. The ThinkStation has one RAM module soldered to the motherboard but two free slots and can handle a max of 96GB, so I'd recommend purchasing this device and adding 16GB Crucial modules.

Just to be sure, I did verify that the graphics card with this device is on the list of compatible cards from Autodesk.

I'm finding the workstation available from a number of vendors at about $1200, and the RAM is available for around $50. With tax, that brings your per-unit cost to around $1400, leaving just under $100 per machine to account for the labor cost of installing the RAM.

Let me know if this sounds like a solution that works for you, or if you have any further questions.

Given your timeline, you could choose to place orders from vendors who are not carrying the full 30 machines right now, but considering the possibility of scarcity I'd recommend making a decision sooner rather than later.

Thanks! Ms-D

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Part of what I was struggling with on my quote today is that my employer doesn't want our techs mucking around with desktop hardware; we're not supposed to be ordering and upgrading before we send things out the door but that is not a limitation that an end purchaser has to live with so you (reader or anon) have more options and more flexibility when looking for computers than I do *IF* you make sure to check that you can do upgrades. It's not hard to add RAM to a desktop unless the RAM is soldered to the motherboard with no free slots, in which case it's impossible.

You can save a ridiculous amount of money on buying machines and have a LOT of options for dealing with scarcity if you know what kind of hardware is easy to fuck with.

In this instance, I wouldn't upgrade the GPU or by a card separate from the workstation (this computer has a 300W power supply and the computer itself is the size of most power supplies, so I wouldn't want to try to find something teeny tiny to work together), especially because there's a budget-friendly option that will allow the necessary programs to run available pre-built, but literally it would cost like five hundred dollars more to get something with more RAM. So save yourself a few hundred dollars by getting a fifty dollar RAM module and paying someone to install that in the machine or doing it yourself.

I don't think we're going to get to a point of completely empty shelves, but I do think we're likely to see fewer options that exactly match what we're looking for without doing some extra work. Large Bastard has been vaguely making noises about getting a new computer for the last two or three years and he's still on the fence and my comment to him was that I'm sure there's always going to be something available at a high enough cost, but there are going to be fewer choices if he has to replace a computer quickly (which, given the age of his desktop, he might have to at some point).

[nitronine]

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[20dollarlolita]

I've just got to vent for a quick second, because this has been driving me insane. I work at a place that sells sewing machines and does sewing machine repair, and sometimes people will come in and aggressively complain that their machine is a lemon.

Sorry, to properly convey it, their machine is, "A LEMON!!!"

And I can't respond to that the way I want to when I'm at work, but that's what this rant is for. People seem to think they've found some amazing, special secret word that gets them whatever they want.

But, in the state that I'm in, "lemon" isn't just a concept. When something is a lemon, there's laws governing what people have to do to make things right. In terms of products (not to be confused with terms of produce), there is a legal definition of what a lemon is, and it actually doesn't cover most "this is a lemon!!" situations that I run into.

So, what needs to happen to qualify a sewing machine as a lemon? Disclaimer, I'm not a lawyer, but I've been sued before, and told I look good in a suit, and also I use Duckduckgo to verify things before I write these things. I'm going to go a bit out of order here, because it's an order that makes the most sense to me, so please read all this before writing back to me to tell me I'm stupid.

What problems make something qualify as a lemon?

Is has to be a problem that compromises the use, value, or safety of the machine. If you can't make an argument that your problem interferes with one of those three things, it's not a lemon.

It has to be a problem that is covered under the manufacturer's warranty, and the problem has to show up during the time that the warranty covers the machine. If your warranty was 1 year on this part and the problem showed up at 1.75 years, it's broken and needs fixing, but it's not a lemon.

It cannot be caused by unreasonable or unauthorized use. Sorry, your manufacturer does not consider you sewing sliced ham to a piece of 20 gauge vinyl to be a reasonable use. Putting 2 million stitches on a machine in 6 months is not a reasonable use. Letting your cat use your machine in lieu of a litter box is not reasonable use. Storing trail mix in your bobbin area is not reasonable use.

In addition to these three things, it needs to have repeat attempts to repair it. That's four repairs of the same problem, or two repairs of a problem if it's a problem that can cause death or serious injury. I challenge most people to find a problem that can cause death or serious injury in a modern sewing machine used in a reasonable, authorized way. Anyway, moving on. The item in question also needs to be in for repair for 30 days, though those do not need to be continuous days.

It also doesn't matter how many different problems the machine has. It's got to be the same problem, unable to be fixed, repeatedly, to qualify as a lemon. If you have thirty problems that all have been failed to be fixed 3 times, legally, not a lemon. If you have over 900 problems that have all happened one time, sadly, not a lemon. This is probably one of the things people get wrong most of the time.

If your device fills all of these categories (serious problem, under warranty, no unreasonable use of the machine, repeated attemtps to repair the same problem), then the manufacturer needs to replace it or offer you a refund. Your dealer and your repair shop have no responsibility, except to put you in contact with the manufacturer. Your dealer does not replace your machine. Your dealer does not refund you. Your repair shop does not refund you. The manufacturer is responsible. This doesn't mean that a good dealer won't help you with talking with the manufacturer or even speak to the manufacturer on your behalf. It's just that the dealer is not legally responsible for it. "Legally responsible" and "being helpful because that's good customer service and we want to help you," are distinct concepts.

If your machine is replaced, and you have new problems with the new one, you have to fulfill the lemon requirements again. Four more repair attempts, problem under warranty, no unreasonable use, etc. The fact that the previous item was a lemon doesn't actually matter anymore, legally. That's annoying as hell and massively painful and I'm sorry about that, but it's the fact. If you got a new machine and it immediately had the same problem, I'm sorry, but it has to be failed to be fixed four times on your new machine before you get to proceed with the lemon shit again.

Oh, and the number one reason why sewing machines bought into my work, labeled "lemon!!" by their owners, are not actually legally lemons: in the State of California, lemon laws only apply to cars. I've been carefully saying "machine" instead of "sewing machine," because literally nothing that we've talked about applies to sewing machines at all.

So if you come in and say it's a lemon, because you want to communicate that you're very frustrated by a lot of problems out of the box, we know what you mean. But if you're doing what a lot of these people are doing, which is coming in brandishing the word "lemon," because you're thinly veiling a threat to pursue legal action, sorry, you just don't have a legally-defined lemon.

And also, again, if the lemon laws DID apply to sewing machines, lemon issues are done with the manufacturer, not your dealer or your repair shop. We're going to do everything we can to help you, because we're above all in the customer service business, but you don't need to try to threaten us with laws that don't apply.

[leandra-kinard]

The Tommy timeline is making me insane

We know the 911 writers are REALLY crap about timelines. I mean, just within the Eddie Begins episode there are several dates that just don't add up. I love those writers, but they can't even count to 10, lol.

Tommy was never supposed to come back, so him being in his late 20s-ish in 2005 when Chim joins the 118 was of no consequence, but now that Tommy is back, that makes it really difficult to say how old he really is.

Some people have speculated that he's 45, but I find that too old. Lou was born in Nov 1984, which makes him 39 currently. I could see Tommy being 1-2 years older than that AT MOST.

So let's say Tommy was born in early 1983 and go from there.

He would have started school at 6.5 and finished HS at 18 years old in 2001. Which means he could have joined the army that year and started training to be a helicopter pilot.

There's a program called "From Street to Seat", also sometimes called "High school to Flight School", so that is a possibility. Training would have been around 2 - 2.5 years until he'd achieved the rank of Warranty Officer and be a fully trained helicopter pilot in late 2003. After that, you have to enlist for TEN years at minimum to repay them getting you through flight school.

At that point, the US had entered the war in Afghanistan and just started the one in Iraq.

Tommy could have been stationed anywhere in the US, or been deployed to one of those countries, or at first, as a still very young officer, been deployed to an allied country like Germany. In the early 2000s, there were many bases in Germany where US soldiers were stationed, only serving short missions in Afghanistan or Iraq. So that's an option if we don't want him to be permanently stationed inside a war zone.

Now, how did young Tommy leave the army early so he ended up being a firefighter just two years later?

Well, there's always medical discharge, but if it was for any injury, him already being a member of the team (and by the looks of it no longer a probie) in 2005 is a bit tight. He'd have to recover from his injury, then apply, then be accepted, do the basic training at the academy (18 weeks) and his probie year... so yeah, that's really a very tight timeline.

Another option would have been Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Back then, army members could not be actively asked if they're gay and therefore fired for it, but if they voluntarily disclosed/confirmed it, they would be kicked out.

If he was lucky (and probably the version I'm going for in my fic), and had a very lenient superior officer, he might be offered medical discharge for depression. Usually, that can get you out of the army pretty quickly.

So, to recap:

Born between Jan/June 1983

Finished high school summer 2001, joined the army

Finished flight school in fall 2003, was deployed somewhere or in service in the US

Found out/discharged in early 2004

Started LAFD academy in summer/fall 2004

Started his probie year end of 2004

Just finished it when Chimney joined in (should be late) 2005, at now 22 years old.

Still an incredibly tight timeline, and I wish Chim joining had been more like 2007 or so, but alas. It works.

You are welcome.

And I need to lie down. God I hate inconsistent timelines, lol.

Oh and I just looked it up, and apparently you're only a probie for 6 months at the LAFD, so I guess that makes it a little easier.

I mean, if you shift things around a little, you could even make him only 40 now, born in summer 1983 instead of early. Maybe he was initially gifted and able to enroll in school at just barely 6 years old.

[jenroses]

After a series of appliance fails that had to result in new appliances being bought, it feels like absolute victory that we were able to fucking FIX the stove burners rather than throw the whole thing out because it was too expensive to fix. We had an oven where when it went, the replacement part was going to be $500 not including labor. It was maybe a $600 oven. That was a few years back.

When we moved into this house in 2007, we bought a bunch of new appliances and every FUCKING one of them went out within 7 years. IIRC, this stove was bought in 2003-ish, it's a Whirlpool, and they still make the parts for it, and the parts cost about $60 total. Hubby pulled the stove out, roommate did the mechanical stuff, I troubleshot it when something wasn't working, and the end result is that two wonky burners are now functional burners (we replaced the infinity switches).

Anyway, I don't think Whirlpool makes perfect appliances, but they make REPAIRABLE appliances, and that counts for a whole fucking lot.

We had a frigidaire, once upon a time, that we got an extended warranty on... but they manufactured the shelving out of non-cold-resistant plastic that cracked excessively and when we tried to get warranty service on them they said "Those are consumables" and I was like, "I'm not EATING THEM. They're just badly designed." It cost like $60 PER DRAWER for brand name replacements which promptly broke. We finally fixed things with duct tape until it stopped keeping food at the right temperature and fixing it was going to cost more than I wanted to spend on a fridge I now loathed with the hate of a thousands suns, and after about 5 years it stopped being functional enough to keep food at refrigerator temps and was repurposed into a spare freezer as that was what it was determined to do.

Meanwhile, yes, the whirlpool fridge we now have had an issue with the lid for the water filter, which we were able to replace for idk $20 and the ice maker sometimes freezes over but then fixes itself, and the light doesn't work right, but it keeps the food the right temperature, and the water works and it's the right size and we've been able to manage.

Anyway, right to repair is NECESSARY and planned obsolescence is evil.

[trivialbob]

Going through my camera roll.

Ella and Oliver do not like sounds the Instant Pot makes. As Sheila cooked, they removed themselves from the house and sulked on the patio.

Yesterday afternoon the regulars gathered at the brewery to watch the Vikings/Seahawks game. Sheila brought butter chicken and naan (both prepared in dreaded Instant Pots) to share with all. It was all gone in a short time. Other families brought cookies, bars and assorted other desserts to share. When I got home I brushed my teeth for about ten straight minutes.

Someone knocked a container of popcorn onto the brewery floor. This dog was eager to assist in the cleanup.

Last night my washing machine would not shut off from the spin cycle. It had to be unplugged. This morning it would not start. (Yes, I plugged it back in.) I YouTubed remedies to factory reset the machine. Sadly, it seems to require new parts.

Twice this thing has been repaired under warranty. Now the regular warranty is expired by only a few months. I refuse to purchase extended warranties. This is the one and only time it might have paid off for me. I don't feel bad though, because in the long run I'm still ahead not buying extended warranties. If you want to make me crabby try to sell me one (the very reason I've boycotted Best Buy for 20 years).

This morning I ordered a Samsung washer and dryer set (because my current dryer is failing too). Two things in life give me great anxiety: broken appliances and getting lost while driving. I have new appliances enroute, and thank God for GPS and Google Maps. I'll be okay.

But this is where I was this morning. It didn't take long though. My dryer still has enough life left that I could bring the wet clothes home to dry.

[exeggcute]

last week our main HVAC return vent start emitting a weird shrill noise whenever the air conditioning turned on (and it's the first big heat wave of the year in vegas rn so it's basically always on lol) and after a day or two of unsuccessful troubleshooting, and with me and my perpetual hatred of Sounds, I called an HVAC guy out. just from hearing the sound he was like "that's definitely either the blower motor or blower wheel on its way out. or both." and then since he was an honest guy he said I should contact the original installer to see if any of this would be under warranty, but if not I should call him back and he'd get it fixed. then spoiler alert I checked and it was not under warranty (which is honestly fine considering last year's warranty repair fiasco devolved to the point where we actually consulted a lawyer) so I called him back and scheduled something for a few days from now. all of this transpired on like, friday.

as things were I was going to take this as a fable about how neurotic bitches who hate noise are correct and you should listen to them because the thing that's driving them crazy might actually be the sound of imminent mechanical failure, and how if I had like a 20% higher tolerance for this shit I probably would've ignored it until it turned into an actual failure. but then lol. a day later the shrill noise got supplemented by a louder rattling noise in the vents/ceiling and I was like "well that doesn't seem good" and now the AC in one of our zones is more or less dead. like the thermostat turns on and the return vent starts sucking but the supply vent only coughs up the tiniest bit of cold air, which would indicate that the guy's diagnosis was correct—because the system is generating cold air, but the thing(s) that move cold air aren't getting it where it needs to go.

so I'm both grateful that we have a zoned climate system at all (which is just super nice in general) and that one of the still-okay zones is the one our bedroom is in, but I'm on my fucking knees praying to science or whatever that those other zones can hang on for another twelve hours because the sun just went down and it's still 99 degrees out lmfao. perils of desert living. it's not an old system either but I guess the blower pieces push hot AND cold air so we've certainly been putting them to use this whole time. also the irony of all this is that we just got rooftop solar panels and specifically opted not to run some conduit thingy through the attic because it's not a "real" attic, it literally just houses the HVAC system, so we were like. well, better not to have anyone go poking around or put extra shit in there that might disturb things. and yet...

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Another little update for you all

The house is "safe" in that once they return power and we have water it will be livable again for my sister and her kids. There's some smoke smell left but it's like....campfire? Oddly comforting. 7/10 only because circumstances.

I'm going to the DMV today to replace my license. I only JUST received a piece of mail that I could use as proof of address yesterday in the form of an Amazon package I ordered more than a week ago. A pack of fletches and side reins. Funny how fast things can change.

My husband's car was fully insured and we'll be getting a settlement from that, as well as my parents' truck that I was using and had JUST put on full coverage a week before this happened. We will, of course, be giving them the full amount.

My parents also have homeowners insurance so the barn and main storage building (and 20 years of "go put this out in the 1000 sqft") should maybe be covered. The buildings for sure though.

I believe that the bow that I got from my mentor (the only one that's broken me about losing) has a lifetime warranty from the bowyer that he may follow through on, even if I'm not the original owner

We know that two cats were inside the RV but the old barn cat has been seen and we go up to feed her every day. Still no news on our boys.

We definitely are not without. The local community and this amazing fandom have done so much for us that it's been overwhelming. I've had to swallow my pride and accept help from strangers the world over. There aren't enough thank yous to go around. If you've donated, please feel free to send me a chat or ask about a personalized sketch. It's not much but right now it is literally all I have to offer other than ALL my gratitude 💚💚💚