EmperorNorton
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I got beaned in the head this morning by a stack of wood and I'm fairly certain I have a concussion.
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There was a famous news article where a journalist got to ride in a car that had been hacked by security researchers. Basically the researchers controlled the car, while the journalist was helpless. I think it was in the New York Times.And that the computer that runs the critical functions in your car is completely exposed to all the non-essential electronics, and can thus be hacked through any of the interfaces, and even through the connections to the mirrors? Or remotely?
Makes me want to buy a fully mechanical car.
Had my interview today. I wore my suit, and had an extra pleasant surprise of having to add a hole to the belt (the good way meaning my waist is smaller than 6 years ago when I bought the suit).
So I'm guessing that it is a good thing if they ask if I would let them consider me for an adjunct instructor off of this interview as well (pays twice as much as the job I actually applied for). Apparently my Associates degree is worth something after all. That is what led to them wanting to consider me for both jobs. You need an Associates to be an instructor. I hadn't even seen an announcement for the instructor positions.
Fingers crossed that I wasn't a total goon in the interview, but I feel like my answers were pretty solid. Basically why would I be a good fit for the position.
There was a famous news article where a journalist got to ride in a car that had been hacked by security researchers. Basically the researchers controlled the car, while the journalist was helpless. I think it was in the New York Times.
Makes me want to buy a fully mechanical car.
Sideswipe is pretty cool looking, sure.I mean, if we are going full pie in the sky for full mechanical car, give me an 80s Lamborghini Countach.
A completely unreasonable and impractical car that I fell in love with as a kid and would never actually be able to own barring winning an insane lottery.
Makes me think of the time my friend had to work on his Chevy Impala (I think) with a straight six. The engine compartment was so large compared to the engine that he could stand IN the engine compartment beside the engine...If I were to go full mechanical it would be an old large straight six in a full size pickup truck. That's about the easiest thing to work on and maintain.
That said, I'm happy to be driving a modern fuel injected vehicle though I do miss being able to do some work myself.
I had a 75 Volvo at one point in the 00s and that thing was legit a tank and other than the air conditioning not working (which did suck, I do live in the Southeastern US) drove like a champ. They were not joking about the longevity of the car.That is the trade off, an incredible decrease in required maintenance and increase in reliability, but when stuff finally breaks it tends to require more expensive parts, special tools and skills than most drivers want to commit to.
I think many forget how labor intensive routine maintenance was on older cars (if they even did it vs waiting for stuff to break or just deal with a poorly running car).
An annual "tune up" was a thing, there were parts that had to be adjusted/ replaced every 10-12,000 miles and car makers used to brag about their cars exceeding 100,000 miles. Today a car with 100,000 miles is just getting broken in.
1969 Volvo Ad
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Uh, don't they mean odometer?That is the trade off, an incredible decrease in required maintenance and increase in reliability, but when stuff finally breaks it tends to require more expensive parts, special tools and skills than most drivers want to commit to.
I think many forget how labor intensive routine maintenance was on older cars (if they even did it vs waiting for stuff to break or just deal with a poorly running car).
An annual "tune up" was a thing, there were parts that had to be adjusted/ replaced every 10-12,000 miles and car makers used to brag about their cars exceeding 100,000 miles. Today a car with 100,000 miles is just getting broken in.
1969 Volvo Ad
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Fuck no! You’re not really driving until you’re running red lights due to blueshift!Uh, don't they mean odometer?
I had a 75 Volvo at one point in the 00s and that thing was legit a tank and other than the air conditioning not working (which did suck, I do live in the Southeastern US) drove like a champ. They were not joking about the longevity of the car.
Uh, don't they mean odometer?
Odometer was broken on mine. No idea how many miles it had. But considering it was like, 30 years old when I bought it, I imagine the answer was "a lot".Kind of ironic considering that advertisement, but it is very common to find Volvos with Odometers that quit working. Usually it's somewhere between 200,000-300,000 miles though so still needed that extra digit.
I reject all explanations and mock Volvo for their poorly worded ad. Never heard an odometer called a speedometer. The two are distinct.I bought my 1985 Volvo in 2014, as an I need a car right now, and I'm not prepared to take on a car payment right now, car.
My Toyota Tacoma had just been wrecked, and I just needed a car to get me to work until I could figure things out. That Volvo was cheap ($1700), not gross (bought it from the second owner who had bought it when just a couple years old), and it had no problems other than having nearly 400,000 miles on the odometer. I knew Volvos had a reputation for reliability and being easy to work on.
Turns out the reputation is well deserved, I ended up using that car as my daily driver until 2019. Still runs fine, but even when reliable there is always a nagging in the back of your head, when you take a trip of a few hundred miles in a 30 year old car with 400,000+ miles. It was time for a car payment.
AC didn't work in mine either, but the claim you could toast bread with the heater in a Volvo, seems legit. That car has quite an amazing heater. Sometimes on a cold morning I'd forget I turned up the heat, and within about 10 minutes of leaving the house I was sweating.
Kind of ironic considering that advertisement, but it is very common to find Volvos with Odometers that quit working. Usually it's somewhere between 200,000-300,000 miles though so still needed that extra digit.
Well the odometer is usually part of the speedometer, but yes.
I don't know why I was surprised that the Spawn comic is still chugging along after 30 years.
Well, they are after all built for chugging along even north of the polar circle, so a reliable heater was kind of a bigger concern than a reliable AC.AC didn't work in mine either, but the claim you could toast bread with the heater in a Volvo, seems legit. That car has quite an amazing heater. Sometimes on a cold morning I'd forget I turned up the heat, and within about 10 minutes of leaving the house I was sweating.
Well dude this particular Mrs Robinson doesn't sound old enough to be a Boomer, so I guess this is pretty much usual Gen X behaviour, which should be applauded, heh hehForgot about it but i guess it's a good story worth a What's happening thread post. And even a title. Fancy fancy.
Terror of the Sheitan GILF
A tale of public transportation and the people you find there. True events with an unncessary amount of exclamation points and vulgarity! For comedic effect!
About a week ago, on monday the 6th of November, year of our Lord Urdlen 2023 I had a very rare random monster spawn as I took the bus. It is the toll, the law of nature : Urdlen rolls 2d6 for you each time you enter one. But this time it was the NPC known as Granny Sheitan, aka The GILF of Sexual Harassment. I was not prepared!
So I'm sat back turned to the bus main door and from the corner of my vision I see a lady 50+ with high heels. UBB pretends to be a tough, vice ridden gnome here in the PUB, but IRL he is a goody-two-shoes of the worst kind, absolute chivalrytard. So I offer her my seat. Grave mistake !
« No, thanks, no, there's some room here… » she sits right next and mutters I don't know what to some kid that was already sat there, some 11-13 yo girl. Seems to know her. Probably a grand-daughter, niece or whatever. Suddenly I hear the combat music starting ! She casts Spell Sequencer ! Greater Malison + Chaos x2 !
She turns to me and looks me right in the eyes ! « Unless I can sit on your lap. Haha »
« Haha » What ? I fail my save horribly ! Noooooooo ! I can only laugh in confusion ! Damnation ! And she insists ! She wants to grind her old ass against youthful UBB cock ! She is ravenous ! She is on the prowl ! On the prowl for cock !
Now the disgusting sickos among you might think what's the matter, it's like a compliment – was she hot ? Not ugly I guess. And yes it usually feels good to know the mojo's still there, even if I've got to decline. Usually. But did I mention the litteral child there ? Looking at me, looking at gran gran, giggling like a little imp at mamy's cock haggling antics ! Doesn't even seem phazed ! What madness is this and how many time was she exposed to this nonsense ! And she insists like 4 times ! She gives arguments ! I am getting wisdom drained from the psionic onslaught ! She even tells the kid how she wants to sit on « le monsieur »'s lap ! That's not good mojo ! That's cursed mojo of evil ! Nightmare mojo of bleak desolation !
Urdlen save me from this demon-cringe I do not deserve this fate !
Thankfully Urdlen, seeing his champion defeated by the succubus witch, answered with a divine intervention and she got off the bus not to long after. But she didnt stop for like 10 minutes and was still eyeing me with lustful old whore eyes trying to cast charm person or something as she walked off ! And I was there sitting like a moron with the akwardest laugh of my adult years ! Nooooooo ! Defeat ! Defeat at the hands of the Sheitan GILF !
But I have learned my lesson. Next time some old lady enters the bus I will not take chances. I will not offer my place. I will cast Time Stop from a scroll and behead all GILFs in sight with dual katanas. She is obviously a high level wizard/psionicist instead of the typical level 3 Thief/Alcoholics that randomly spawn at the back of the bus. I just cannot take chances. It has to be done.
Bitch bitch bitch. What’re you gonna say when you’re an old people!?Perverts! I am surrounded by perverts! This is why the old people all have gonorrhea! Syphilis! Chlamydia! Itchy balls disease! This licentious behaviour! No limits! Swingers! Pornography! That's it! I will write a letter to the President!
Mister President,
The old people are too horny they need to be contained! Collapse of civilization! Ruin! Ruin and itchy balls upon us for this reckless fornication! AND THEY COMMERCE WITH SHEITAN SORCERY!!!!!
This requires your solemn undivided attention!
UBB, Deep Crawler of Urdlen
Bitch bitch bitch. What’re you gonna say when you’re an old people!?
This may not be real life, but I've discovered I'm a featured character (with my real name) in a thread on alternatehistory.com--it's the fictional story of a small software company I did some creative work for in the early 1990's (the ORC thread had me googling.)
I've not read closely enough to see if I'm taller or better looking in the thread...best stick to rabbit avatars.
You're name's Matt Foley?! How's livin' in a van down by the river workin' out for you?One of my more bizarre pseudo-accomplishments is having my name* used for a character on a skit for Saturday Night Live in the early '80s. The writer was a friend--well, his sister was, really. I didn't hear anything about it until it was well along the pipeline, when his mother made him ask my permission.
*Real name, obviously.
You're name's Matt Foley?! How's livin' in a van down by the river workin' out for you?
Are you possibly a wild and crazy guy? Asking for a friend...It was long before the Matt Foley era, but according to that font of dubious information Wikipedia he was named for a real person. Just not me.
Alas, no, though that's closer to the era. I did once eat at the joint that inspired the "Cheesburger Pepsi" skit but that had nothing to do with anything either. Frankly, the skit with my name is now long forgotten, except by me and the author. Actually, I doubt he remembers it, since he went on to work on The Simpsons and must have a lot of credits to his name by now. I've not seen him since the mid-80s, I guess...Are you possibly a wild and crazy guy? Asking for a friend...
He's clearly Francisco Franco:Are you possibly a wild and crazy guy? Asking for a friend...
Matt Foley was based on Farley’s college roommate I guess who is now a priest at my parents church. He conducted my moms funeral.It was long before the Matt Foley era, but according to that font of dubious information Wikipedia he was named for a real person. Just not me.