Dr. Teeth. “Golden teeth and golden tones, welcome to my presence.”
Dr. Teeth. “Golden teeth and golden tones, welcome to my presence.”


On occasion I’ll check in on some niche hobby boards that don’t really have an active Lemmy variant, or large archive of content yet. Sometimes you want to see a flashlight beamshot comparison of a Nichia 519a 5000k led compared to a 5700k from a particular manufacturer, and it’s just not on Lemmy.
Take me down to hot eel city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are wiggly
Aaaahhhhhhh. Sssssssssss. Aaaahhhhhhhh. Sssssssssss. Aaaaahhhhhhhh.


That one kid with a flipper zero: hold my juice box


Used Mercedes dealership


“Jesus, I seen what you done for John Denver, and I want that for me.”


Reminds me of this.
Take me down to cavity city
Where the gum holes stink
And nerve endings are wriggly



.30-06


Violin for 10 years, and it was fucking hard. It starts sounding decent around year 7-8. Effectively matching the tone of the instrument to the components you buy and pieces you play is a trick too. My violin had a super dark tone, basically only sounded good with new strings (wound only, except for a steel E), which meant it was always sliding out of tune because of the tension. But on the occasions it all came together, it was extremely loud and resonant, and made Bach’s partitas sound pretty awesome.


Send more DOGE staffers into the streets alone at night with their propeller beanies and oversized lollipops.


Yeah. Drive into South Carolina and the atmosphere just feels like you’ve rolled around on a truck stop bathroom floor. Then there’s all the fireworks stands, DUI defense attorney billboards, shit roads, Palmetto signs, etc. I think they just got Jersey Mike’s because I saw a bunch of plaques for them on the exits.


You could be a boomer and just mash that gas station USB-C cable into the micro USB port anyway. “They just don’t make these new cables work like they used to.”


“I wear a size 14 for my huge brain — 88 in metric for you.”


MA/PhD full time is all afternoon/evening classes, usually one day a week per class. I don’t think we ever started before 1pm, though it was typically closer to a 3-6pm/6-9pm schedule. The idea was we’d do our assistantships and teach the undergrad courses in the mornings (8-10ams) and have the world’s most inconvenient office hours in the space after that (between 11-2ish).


Tom Selleck, do your mustache magic


I liked the reboot. I’d recommend the hoarders episode.
the sound of sandpaper slowly scratching a desk as a clock ticks in reverse