Always tooting for th'antihero @Momentrabbit@awoo.space

Flayrah when I'm hungry, 
And bink when I'm high
When Inlé-rah comes for me,
I'll lay down and die
Wry Whiskers, Wry Whiskers, 
Wry Whiskers my doe
If you don't love me Wry Whiskers
I surely must go
I'll abandon my owsla
and find a new town
Or live my life hlessi,
Alone and atharn
Make flay when I'm hungry,
Hlaozen when I'm dry
Bob-stones when I'm hard up
and Inlé when I die
Wry Whiskers, Wry Whiskers,
Wry Whiskers I sigh
If you don't love me Wry Whiskers
I surely will cry.

Due to rough handling, I need to replace three gas cylinder regulators' intake nipples and nuts. <.<

The jokes write themselves. n.n

Huh. An unannounced raise of $0.21/hr.

Now, do I thank my supervisor for this unforseen largess? Or not call attention to it in case it's an error in my favour.

Decisions, decisions.

Yesterday's work amusement was discovering we've been using a 'permanent' extension cord to power a monitor, because the old crt that *used* to be there was 120V only and there are no nearby 120V circuits near that station, just 240V.

The 'new' LCD at that station, which has been there for years, autoadjusts from 120-240. All anybody ever had to do was just... plug it in.

(coils up extention cord, muttering)

@Momentrabbit With that said, doing a(nother) complete factory reset with only new drives installed, so the initial filesystem is also factory reset, seems to have allowed it to keep from hanging or misbehaving overnight. I'll see if it hasn't fallen over by the time I get home today.

Ever have one of those days when you're excited to finally get a RAID running and you replace a bad drive and you replace another bad drive and you replace the two remaining bad drives and you slowly come to the realization that it's probably not the *drives* that are bad....

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

Awright. Which one(s) of you magnificent postfurryfunkskuckers were alienheadband? And why didn't you say so earlier?!

There is no way the track listing of Omphalos isn't an induction sequence. @.@

Every safety regulation is written in somebody's blood. As such, there are Procedures. They are essential when working in an asynchronous, non-collaborative manner on complex tightly-coupled systems.

To prevent accidentally powering up a circuit which somebody else may be working on, LOTO evolved: Lock Out Tag Out.

https://www.ccohs.ca/oshanswers/hsprograms/lockout.html

It is giving me... *ideas*.

I know there are several rolls of painter's tape for the Folly in here.

...somewhere.

>.<

Technically a subtoot, but it's really subtooting myself.

You can adapt to feelings of loneliness. Even rejection and abandonment and loneliness. A cast of OCs who're crazy about you help, although that way lies a particular rabbit hole that can close up behind you if you dig too deep. OTOH, all perception happens inside your head anyhow, so who's to say a feeling of belonging and family and friendship that's entirely fictional is different from one forged in the Meatworld?

oh yes, today is definitely a 'Crank the Muse' day. *yawn*

The rose engine, a specific subset of the family of ornamental lathes, is essentially a spirograph for metal. Here, a machinist carves a repeating offset pattern into a brass slug the size of a dime.

https://youtu.be/tXjrq4DWtIA

The superset of full ornamental lathes are essentially /three-dimensional/ spirographs. Here's an artisan using one as part of making an egg full of eyes (footnote 1).

https://youtu.be/AFJ0mE2R2S0

(1) I know my audience. n.n

"We don't have time to redraw this plot to fit the work, you can just move it as needed."

Funny how you don't have time with a CVS and actual modern CAD software, yet I have time to reverse-engineer the plotter file and add the missing lines with Notepad and a 20-year old visualizer from CERN.

Whoda thunk LOGO would actually be work-related training? Shoutout to me grade-school computer prof Keith Burns, visionary. Gone too soon. *pours out a WD40*

TFW shuffle deals a pile of Alan Parsons Project into my listening stream, and I'm struck by a sudden flash of the blindingly obvious: "You guys couldn't end a romance amicably if your *lives* depended on it." o.o

Three times in the last week, TheMate and I have been asked if we'd like separate cheques at dinner.

Today, the pharmacist asked if we'd like separate bags for the meds.

Hmm.

If it turns out the Paperclip game *isn't* actually a massively distributed simulation to ascertain the most efficient way to immanentize the singularity, I shall be mildly disappointed.

Also, I bet SCP-2844-A is behind this somehow.

TheMate just squeaked both ends of her flacid faux, and draped it gently atop my right shoulder, like a flat vulpine epaulet.

Give a fish a man, and you're doing 15-25 for Murder Two and Corruption of a Flounder.