I would end up with a farm that took all day to water, and never enough time to go down in any mine far enough to find iridium enough to make sprinklers out of, and then stop playing.
I'm convinced it isn't.
I don't know if it was a chain or a one-off, but a strip mall not far from where I grew up opened a frozen custard stall called Custard's Last Stand. I went in there exactly once. They served me a waffle cone full of a grey substance that resembled drywall plaster. It tasted alright but it needed some sprinkles or something.
Or, they knew what they were doing.
Well let's start off with just basic things like hobbies and interests. Let's LaForge this. Computer: run speed dating simulation three gamma. Add a typical bachelorette, approximately 35 years old, American, with a personality, hobbies and interests typical of her demographics. Run program. Alright, I'm going to go strike up a conversation with her about the heavy modular frame production line I built in Satisfactory, we'll see how she responds. I bet I'll respond similarly to listening her talk about the pointless knickknacks she bought at a thrift store or yoga class or whatever.
Like, you should enjoy sitting on the couch and watching TV with your partner, right? Okay, I'm about to binge watch Clickspring's clockmaking playlist again. That's three solid hours of a guy building a clock from scratch out of plate brass. He stops to build a custom wheel depthing tool. He experiments with different lapping plates for polishing the heads of screws, spoiler: Tin is better than MDF. Find me a woman that would actually enjoy watching this with me any more than I would enjoy watching some drag queen show with her.
I've got maybe 40 years left on this planet, I've reserved not a second for pretending to care about antiquing or pilates class, I'm sure there are few women on the planet who are interested in, say, hand plane sharpening. So why bother each other?
Beyond that, my "Never putting up with that again" list has grown quite long. Shit like being called "non-communicative" by little miss "If you don't know what's wrong, I'm definitely not going to tell you."
So...what's there to like, exactly?
pretty okay, just had a shower and I'm chilling on the couch with my cat. She is steadily purring. comfort level is around a 7.8, maybe 7.9.
I bought HL1's GOTY edition when it came out.
writing headlines like that should earn a nice lengthy face tazing.
JK Simmons was the objectively correct choice. 100% perfectly cast.
A grill should run on charcoal. It needs to get very hot and that's literally it.
There's a universe where I attach some electronic controller with a PID loop or something to a smoker, to maintain consistent temperatures via damper control. I'm not buying that off the shelf built into the machine though.
"Corsi-Rosenthal Box" sounds like it's some theoretical physics thought experiment, but no it's some filters and a box fan.
Be tempted to build one of those for my shop.
Please do not the cat.