Sorry to hear about your print bed. I can't help you here but posting partly as a reminder to hear what people think should be done here to replace the print bed in case it ever happens to me too, and partly if there's any way to prevent this in the future.

Imagine getting to live in someone's basement for free, and they even give you free lotion every now and then.

Look at moneybags here, who can afford their own carpet

Kazakhstan, after finally securing access to the oceans: Just according to keikaku.

Childless man here, I work mostly remotely.

I don't miss any sense of community.

> mfw I live in Walkable city
> want to walk around in it
> walkway is a fucking tiny narrow corridor of concrete
> be forced to walk between congested car traffic and escooters, with no pedestrian crossings anywhere
> get run over by some clueless skateboarder

My feelings on this:

~~___~~

Unfortunately Earth is mostly below the horizon for this one. :(

Look at moneybags here, who can afford their own shotgun.

Holy shit, I've accidentally stumbled upon a cure for aging. I was born in 1984, yet I'm somehow only 40 years old.

Hate to be a spoilsport, but that specific article does seem to be available from Nature without a paywall: https://www.nature.com/articles/356739a0.pdf

Still funny/sad, though.

The 90s is to modern kids what the 60s was to kids in the 90s