Huh I wonder how many Fair Trade items I bought thinking they were Fairtrade. Thanks.

For the longest time I thought people who had solar panels had a battery on their property somewhere, they’re panels would charge battery and they would only switch to the grid if their battery ran out.

I don’t know much about it, but this seems like a pretty viable solution and I still can’t believe this isn’t how it works.

I would love even a dumbed down wonderbot from that movie robots. Even something just to load the dishwasher would be amazing.

But we have to prioritize here, if it can’t fuck there’s no point, throw it in the trash.

I feel like I need this /s although I wish it was obvious.

Fun Little Story.

I’m not big on the whole internet thing so I didn’t know about the whole Ivermectin thing until way later.

Around the time that craze was really I was hospitalized for what turned out to be a tropical parasite (strongyloides) which the only place I had gone was deep in the mountains in a cold region so it was a big shocker when the test came back.

They told me I needed Ivermectin and they were just waiting for approval, all the while I’m almost certain I’m dying, agonizing pain, at this point I was throwing up blood.

After a while of “waiting for approval” I couldn’t take it anymore, like 2 weeks had passed and all they were doing was pumping me with morphine, which as a recovering addict I loved in the worst way. So I left the hospital I was at and went to another one. Went into the ER and told them the whole shibang, tropical parasite, I was told I need Ivermectin etc. And the second hospital basically told me to fuck off.

Out of frustration I gave up, I called the first hospital and asked if they got approval and they said they were still waiting and would call me back.

So I went home and basically waited to die, taking basically any opiod I could get my hands on. My neighbor who got me some stuff hung out with me one night and I told her the story, later on she brought me more stuff only this time she had ‘something else’ for me. I didn’t question it, just popped it back, never thought about it again until recently.

I still don’t know what it was but I ended up recovering, the pills were harder to kick but I did it.

I don’t know why the first hospital was so hesitant to give me the medication, if they didn’t have it or were worried about how it would look prescribing it. But fuck that place.

I do wonder if they’re still in there and I’ll just drop dead one day but I’m off medicade now so doctor visits are out of the question.

I used to love these. I always wanted to be the last one running. One year another kid and I ran so long the bell rang so we ran some more and got to skip the next period all together.

Funny enough my wife is a wedding photographer, I shoot with her a few times a year and absolutely hate it. She can’t imagine doing anything else but if it wasn’t my wife you couldn’t pay me enough to do it more than once a year.

The second hand gear is the way to go though, she got some Sony camera a while back that cost like 2k new for around 900 because it had a small scratch on the body and one of the metal things that hold the thing on was loose. We ordered a new metal thingy and with a couple screws it was practically new.

Oh man I put so much time into my garden this year, planted so many vegetables, started a bunch indoors on a nice indoor greenhouse I set up with one of those rolling shelves. I was basically ready to feed my whole family from the garden…

So far I’ve got a whopping 3 bell peppers, 6 tomatoes and one tiny baby squash that’s starting to grow.

Granted we had a very hot summer that I wasn’t prepared for and even watering 3 times a day a lot of my stuff just burnt, plus the ravenous squirells that ate every seedling I put out.

But I’ll do it all again next year because it was a blast.

Exactly this. Woodworking, gardening, working out, macrame, knitting, eating, making spices, building robots.

For a while I felt bad about all the stuff I learned and didn’t keep up with but at a certain point I just accepted that most of the hobbies I pick up won’t last long and it’s been great since then.

In school I would calculate exactly what I would need to do to just pass. I’ve always loved learning but didn’t care for basically everything about the schools I was in. Which brought a storm of shit from my teachers and grandma.

No one appreciated the effort of calculating how many questions need to be answered on a test in order to bring your grade to a 74%. Sure it would’ve been easier to just do the thing, but they didn’t make it fun and it didn’t matter.