About 25/75 split. You can guess which side is which. Almost all my family is dead and I miss them. Some more than others.

Grow up. I don’t mean this as an insult. You’ll see how your attitude ages.

Someday, all your elders will be dead, and you might wish you’d spent more time with them.

Thank you for the info. I took it apart and it’s not looking good for a part replacement. This is (was) a really nice Yamaha. Damn cats are lucky I love them.

Good to know, but I’m lucky in that I only do indoor work. Don’t get paid nearly as much but I’m kind of ok with that.

What about leaving fiber in a vehicle when it’s freezing out? Should that not be done?

This is a big part of it for sure. I have a 21 year old nephew who refuses to get his license. He just says yeah I’ve got lots of friends that drive me where I need to go. It’s not always going to be like that, kid.

I got my learner’s permit the day I turned 15 and my license the day I turned 16. Couldn’t wait to get away from my family.

This can happen but it’s rare. I’ve seen fiber tied in tight knots still work.

Yeah man you can fuck up fiber all kinds of ways and it still works great. Short of intentionally stomping the patch it’s fine.

Hey smart person, my cats wrecked my receiver by ripping out the HDMIs too many times, specifically the ARC. I’m barely an amateur at solder, is there anything I can do?

On the flip, don’t even say sorry unless you were at fault. Saying I’m sorry can be an admission of guilt.

It’s true. Every day I want to get drunk. Somewhere after the third 9% beer I finally feel like “me”. Or like the best version of myself. But it’s false, just like the false confidence it brings.

I still drink once or twice a week. But every day that I don’t is a struggle whether I was drunk the day before or if I haven’t had a drink in a month.

My friend came over last night and we got drunk. At one point I said something and put my finger in his face. He misheard what I said and told me if I don’t move my finger he’s going to break it. I dared him to try. We ended up crashing over the table into the floor where he used his BJJ training to headlock me unconscious. This may sound terrible but we’ve always fought for fun over the years. What I regret is that my wife saw me go limp and it scared her.

What was the point of that? Today I feel like dogshit and my throat is so bad it hurts to talk. When we finally got around to playing the game we had planned on, my friend was so drunk he couldn’t play.

Yet I want that every day. I almost went out for beer before the snow got too bad but I stopped myself. That’s the best we addicts can hope for. To get to the point where we can stop ourselves.

Sorry a lot of talk about me, but OP you are 100% correct that your friend will never change until they want it for themselves. There is very little you can do to force that. If your friend is using opiates then please get some narcan for them and for yourself. Just be there for support because they’re going to need you once they make that decision. You can also try to make sure they have food to eat, easy stuff, because sometimes addicts neglect that and it just makes everything worse.

The first hour or so of Spore was great. I played that three times and then never touched it again.

Makes sense, thanks!

How is it that a US citizen, for example, is allowed to purchase and consume alcohol in intentional waters at age 18 when the law is 21 in their country?

So I was 20 years old and driving drunk. Yes I was/am an idiot. I have never driven drunk in the 21 years since. I was so stupid I was trying to creep alleyways instead of just driving normally to get back to my apartment.

I pulled out of an alley and a man in a truck speeding very much over the limit hit the front right on the car I was driving, totalling both. He hit me so hard my car spun over 360 degrees, off the road and into a tree. We were both unhurt.

So I get out of the car and approach the guy who’s cussing me out and getting his phone. I begged him not to call the police (which was a joke this was a bad crash right across the tracks from downtown, not like they weren’t coming anyway). The guy says fuck you and calls the cops.

He was drunk too. We rode to jail handcuffed side by side in the same car. We got out on PR next day and we see each other. The guy is like hey motherfucker you cost me my job. I just said you called the cops on yourself!

Don’t drive drunk kids. I was broke and this left me without a car for eight years as I couldn’t get enough money together to pay the fine and take the classes, which was way way more than the price of a decent used car. I was also sentenced to additional time in county jail and it’s the most scared I’ve ever been, and I’d had guns shoved in my face twice before this happened, and I’d been beaten by three cops in custody on another occasion. Jail was fucking terrifying. Just don’t do it. There’s always another option.

Same here.

Hold the tip closed until you build up enough pressure. Or just clean your damn toilet I guess.

Real men piss the shitstains off the bowl without making a mess.

What years were you in art school? We’re talking 20-15 years ago.

We got so much use out of the Dreamcast. I bought one, downloaded every NES game ever made, burned it on a disc and that disc never left the console. It was a Nintendo machine. I miss it.