Remember kids, you can’t be a good communist if you don’t have any skills. We already have people well practised at arguing on the internet.

If you live somewhere it’s dark in the morning, start school an hour later. Don’t demand the entire populace fuck up their sleep schedule. If DST wasn’t already implemented, it would sound like an insane overcomplication to solve relatively simple inconveniences in the modern age. No matter what the clock says, you only exist for a certain amount of time every day. If you want to get up earlier or later than usual, do it by yourself and leave me out of it.

I’m pretty sure Tool wrote something about that

While I loath windows, I would still put it above Mac if only for the ability to put windows on whatever you want. Even if Mac is more polished, the fact that it only works reasonably on vastly overpriced, mostly unrepairable hardware kills any appeal it would have. Add in apple’s tendency to gimp devices as if a three year old machine is at deaths door, and I’ll go to a customized windows os every time.

Also the gaming thing. It’s not pinnacle, but it’s also not trivial.

Etouffee. Best with crawfish and sausage, but chicken, shrimp, mushrooms, whatever proteins you have work.

Mince two onions, put them in a wok or large pan with 1/2 cup of butter or oil, and keep them moving over medium low heat so they don’t brown. When they start to lose their structure, add 3 staulks of minced celery and keep going. When those lose structure, add 1 and 1/2 minced bell peppers, green and or red. Cut the other half pepper into strips for later. Keep stirring until you’ve got a good slurry.

Now add 2 Tbsp of flour or GF flour, and again, keep it moving, until a nice yellow roux forms.

The hard part is over now. Add a cup of broth, (chicken or shellfish, are best, but vegetable works) stir it up and let it simmer. If you’re using sausage, add them in whole at this point. If chicken, add in strips or chunks.

Now rinse and clean two cups of rice, and set it aside to soak in 3.5 cups of water, or 2.5 water and 1 broth.

Chop up a bunch of parsley, like a cup or more, and 4 garlic cloves. Use Italian parsley, curley is a garnish and doesn’t have enough flavor.

Add half the parsly and garlic and another cup of broth to the pan, and simmer, stirring occasionally. As it reduces, keep adding broth. Your going to end up using about 4 cups total.

Put the rice in a pan and heat until boiling in the water/broth combo. Reduce to the lowest setting and cover.

Take the whole sausages if you added them, and cut them up and put them back in. This is when you would add the shrimp, crawfish, or mushrooms if you use them, as well as the pepper strips from earlier. I like to add some clam juice right here if I didn’t use seafood stock earlier.

It should be a yellow/orange gravy at this point. As the rice finishes, stir the remaining garlic and parsley into the gravy. Give it a minute to mellow the garlic, and you’re done. Put it on the rice, and add a cayenne based hot sauce to bring the heat up.

Green onions and parsley are a solid garnish.

I will often salt the minced vegetables while they wait to be added.

It’s cheap and great, and reheats well… The trade off for pricing is the 2 hours you spend stirring.

Variations:

-add sliced jalapeños at the simmering point.

-no garlic, but add cayenne pepper

-no peppers, but increase celery.

-peel your own crawfish, then bake the shells for 25 minutes, and simmer them in a big pot for a few hours to make your own swamp broth. It starts out smelling terrible, but that leaves and you get an awesome stock to use as the base.

Maybe we could Ammend the usual procedure

I have a hypothesis that the chat client hasn’t updated, and sending the message forces it to check, and finds out the person disconnected before you sent the message.

Either that or you’re whack as fuck and nobody wants to deal with it.

I want this. Tineye is no help to me.

His Sonion

Nothing dull about creation, mate. Most people just look at screens all day, making something is major task in our current world of digital pacifiers.

My tools. I’ve amassed quite the arsenal of hand and power tools from 1840-1970. I refurbish and rebuild them into much higher quality workhorses than you can get these days for a fraction of the cost. Even if the price of modern tools wasn’t of any concern, outside of two very premium niche manufacturers, you literally can not get good tools anymore. Nobody makes them. Home improvement stores are full of poorly designed, low quality garbage for people who have never used an actually good tool before. No one has made a made a good combination square in so long that most people have never used one. Chisels and saws are a goddamn tragedy. Power tools are all run with chips than burn out, are covered in plastic guards that break or melt, and are running entirely on brand favoritism from people that don’t know they’ve been had. My table saw is from 1953. It cost me 40$ and an hour of sanding rust and tuning. It has one mechanism and will eat through anything. My band saw is from 1968 and cost me 60$, plus 28 for new guides and tires. My favorite chisel is from 1884, and cost 5$. I still can’t find one I like nearly as well in any other size. My favorite block plane was 6$ and an hour of tuning. It’s from 1878 and kicks the hell out of the 40$ Irwin dogshit I picked up before I knew better. My panel saws have been used hard for 160 years, and will not only outlive the disposable garbage from home depot, but will do a better job and outlive me.

I’ve made a hobby of bringing anything I can find at thrift stores back to life. It prevents waste, and keeps a tool that had real care put into it’s development from ending up nailed to the wall in applebees. As a bonus, collectors generally hate refurbished tools, and I hate someone removing things from the shrinking pool of good, cheap tools so they can put it on a shelf or try to sell it for hundreds as a rarity.

I wanna try arcarsenal but i don’t think I’d be able to speak afterward

I fell in love with them while I was finding my singing voice, so that’s where my range ended up

Good to know, although my range is unreasonably high for the way I look. While on the topic of tips to help with karaoke, if you have the option on your setup, or can ask the DJ to do so, add about 10-15% reverb to the microphone. It allows the singer to hear themselves and pitch correct on the fly.

Depends on the setting.

Nobody seems into it? Kiss from a rose- seal.

Need to set the bar? The Widow- Mars Volta

Classic crowd? Plush- Stone temple pilots

Easiest for my voice: There’s a reason these tables are numbered- Panic at the Disco

People are worried to be embarassed? Brand new key- Melanie

And on the occasion I want to make everyone laugh and impress them: It’s all coming back to me- Celine Dion.

I’m a large, traditionally masculine guy. It’s a lot more fun to subvert expectations.

Edit: forgot one. If I’m attempting to impress girls: Mon amant de saint-jean- Patrick Bruel

Ugly Casanova. Someone left modest mouse on the burner for too long and made a powdered concentrate.

Literally every album by The Mars Volta. Each one is unique and I’ll never find anything like them again.

Yanni-live at the Acropolis. There’s was a brief moment in 1994 when yanni actually achieved world peace. Also Tribute, another live album, that shows how unbelievably massive yanni was. He sold out a show at the fucking Taj Majal.

Anna ash and the family tree- hello friend, from bird above. An indie folk album that’s a perfect cross between a prairie home companion and the hipster folk Renaissance of the early 2000s.

Pity sex-dark world. One of the best albums out there. Emo shoegaze garagy jams with killer guitar work.

It’s like they took they’re sucess as a pop rock band and used it to make a proper art piece.

I immediately thought styracosaur, but I guess I’d need a definition of horn. Does and anklyosaur count? They’ve got spikes, but not really horns. Do the spikes on a pachycephalosaur count? Do they have to be facing foreward? Do they have to be on the head?

Now I feel like I don’t know as much about dinosaurs as I once did.

My computer has been torn down for a while due to a move and renovations, but as soon as I set it up again, the first order of business is to migrate it to mint.

I’m the bad guy here, I’m aware. No one is doing as good of a job as they think. Everything is falling apart and everyone is getting dumber and every service and product is gettting worse, and everyone responsible for the decline seems to think imposter syndrome applies to them. I am a licensed proper professional, with a constant urge to learn more and better myself. It’s so rare to meet someone in my industry who isn’t faking it or going through the motions that I’ve made a point to stay in contact with anyone I meet who actually knows what the fuck they’re talking about.

That’s four people. In 11 years.

Companies send reps to my offices that can’t answer basic questions. Customer service for any company can’t help with anything. Websites for multibillion dollar companies have broken and missing links, and their tech support has no idea what the words I say to them even mean. Companies will try to set up meetings with me to buy their 100k machines or bring their new tech into my offices, and they can’t even tell me what it fucking does outside of promontory buzzwords that have no real meaning.

Classes I have to take to get CE credits every year are full of braindead dipshits with no hope of ever advancing their accreditation who don’t realize this isn’t high school and you’re not going to be given a multiple choice exam you can bluff your way through when you’re actively defending your right to have the title to the fucking board.

I rip these people apart when they try to do business with me. If you want to be seen as a professional, be a fucking professional.

Imposter syndrome is real, but the majority claiming they have it aren’t good enough to be an imposter. Someone in this world needs to know what the fuck they’re talking about, and i guess I have to be the one to expose anyone who doesn’t. So I’m the bad guy, the person the imposters are afraid of meeting.

Being polite would be a disservice to anyone who has to deal with the problems their incompetence will cause.