Machinist

Clove oil. Put a few drops on a cotton ball and put it against the tooth. Your whole mouth will go pretty numb but it will usually kill the pain for a while.

American healthcare sucks.

Very fair and accurate criticism. There also wasn't a ton of character development.

The vividness and internal monologues caught me. As did the constant tension. Stress and tension were very well portrayed such that action was a relief.

I did it with a raspberry pi 4 and direct installs. If I had it to do over again, I would have a more powerful small server and use docker inages. There are a lot of docker guides out there but I don't have experience with it yet.

I had to do a bunch of complicated stuff like mounting my remote storage and such. I've been playing with Linux a long time. If you're not experienced with Linux, I'd do docker.

You start getting setup with Usenet, gimme a holler and I'll send you a drunken slug invite. It's the best indexer I've found, and I think I've let all my other indexers lapse.

Do a bunch of reading before you start, before you purchase anything.

Yo-ho-ho. The wife and kids love the pirate life as well. They just search what they want on Radarr or Sonarr and it pops up on Jellyfin in a few minutes. We were spending around $200/no on services with a lot less choice and lower quality.

For a large chunk of my career, I worked in aerospace and 'defense' machining. Made all kinds parts for all kinds of weapons, it was really cool! Murica! As I got older, I lost my religion, I lost the far right brainwashing I was raised with.

My hands were making weapons that the US government was often selling to other countries. My hands were making weapons to kill various groups of brown people all over the world. It really began to bother me.

I no longer make things to kill people.

Yes, you are culpable for the effects of what you produce in your profession. A thinking person should consider the effects of their work.

Hell yeah. Yesterday, last night, pulled a 20 hour marathon cleaning out the old house and loading the truck with the last load.

Bought a '98 box truck as it was a lot cheaper than renting a Uhaul 5 times. We've had three or four breakdowns. I assumed we would be breaking down so I carry a bunch of tooling so I can fix it on the road.

Currently broke down in Kentucky again with a hole in the exhaust. Had to cut the cat out because it got clogged. My bean can and exhaust tape solution has mostly been working. I've got a bad gap that keeps blowing out. Super 8 is going to love it when I crank a generator in the parking lot and fab a patch out of a baking pan tomorrow. Ball peen hammer, sawzall, Dremel and dikes.

My arc welder is in Pennsylvania or this already would have been fixed.

Anyhow, I'm sore as hell, the good kind of exhausted and about to get some deep sleep.

I don't really plan on working out. I plan on just plain working all the time. Seems to work better for me. Cultivate that farmer muscle. Those guys live forever, but if they ever stop working, they die.

My UC is cured cause they took my whole colon out. No small intestine involvement. My immune system still hates me, I get inflammation, allergies, had iritis a few times. I drink Reishi tea and it seems to help. Can't take steroids anymore, get adrenal crash and it takes me months to taper off. Had way too many steroids over the years.

The new place has a much lower pollen and allergen load and a real winter, I'm hoping it does a lot for my health.

I assume I'm going to get arthritis pretty bad eventually, guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

What makes you hurt so bad?

Crayon and crown are the same word for me. Kiddie and kitty as well. Crawdad is the correct term for those little lobster things, paper bag is a poke. An RC Cola is the appropriate pairing with a moon pie. All fizzy drinks in a can are a coke. 😁

As for neurodivergency/ADHD - maybe? It's not really a handicap so I don't really care to pursue it. My wife is totally ADHD, diagnosed. She is occasionally medicated for it.

I still have pain. Pain everyday. However, I'm lot less sedentary now. My girl and I have bought a play farm and my activity level has massively increased. I quit drinking, other than a recent fall off the wagon, back straight again. Drugs and painkillers don't fix shit, an occasional muscle relaxer is good when I spring my hernia bad.

I'm not pretty so I get by on tough and smart.

I still hurt, but if I'm moving and doing, it's a different kind of hurt. More liveable, if that makes sense. If I can stay doing and working with my hands I function better. I have learned that I can't fly a desk for a living. Need to work hard enough to not worry about the pain. I work hard enough, and I'm exhausted enough to sleep deeply.

I can outwork my fourteen year old son, and he's tough and strong. I've also developed old man strength. Proud of that.

Going to build my own small machine shop so I can keep working with my hands. I take frequent breaks. Hope to get back to wood carving again soon. Long winters in my new home and have the perfect spot for my wood lathe and carving setup.

This activity likely accelerates the need for another surgery for my abdominal hernia and a re-site of my ostomy. So be it.

My best healthy answer to my pain is to work harder.

I'm sorry you hurt. I understand hurting all the time. It fucken sucks. Maybe you can find things that help or a way to live that minimizes it. Feel free to message me anytime and bitch up a storm about the pain. I truly understand and will lend you my ear, advice only if you want it. Otherwise, unload it to me if you just want me to listen and understand.

Life is pain. I can do anything I used to do, although sometimes I can only do it once. Better than being dead.

I'm of above average intelligence, largely self educated. Very redneck/country so it affects the way I write and speak. My writing and speech are very different from each other. I have people be shocked when speaking to me for the first time after corresponding, especially in business settings. Non-southern people often have trouble understanding me unless I slow down and enunciate more. I also speak in colloquialisms a lot. It was the way I learned to speak growing up. I frequently mispronounce words because I've only ever read them.

I might have a touch of the ADHD, but tend to be the life of the party, comfortable in a lot of casual social situations. I'm comfortable meeting new people and getting them friendly quickly. I'm good at finding common ground and getting others to talk about their interests. Non of these behaviors seem to be particularly on the spectrum.

Like I said, I'm probably a little crazy, had a crazy life. However, I'm not on the spectrum as far as I can tell. My experiences with spectrum women could totally be coincidence but I don't think it's statistically likely.

Pipe smokers live, on average, longer than non smokers. May be socioeconomic, may be the relaxation.

Pipe smoke isn't inhaled into the lungs.

I use an ecig for my nicotine addiction, and pipes for tobacco enjoyment. The occasional cigar as a guilty pleasure.

Anyhow, pipe smoking isn't like the others. There is a learning curve.

The Thirteenth Floor.

It's pretty annoying. The formatting doesn't show properly on the Jerboa app. You should probably simplify the formatting so that you don't have to click a drop down. Sometimes I hit them and nothing shows.

Plain text and simple links only.

It's not even really a matter of want. It's more complimentary strengths and weaknesses. The combination is more than the sum of the parts. The right partner makes you a better person.

I lived in a town full of engineers. I've seen so many autistic men married to typical women it's a total stereotype. Figure typical women are more accepting than typical men due to US culture. I've seen quite a few gay pairings like that as well. Mostly seem to be pretty happy relationships.

*Edit, grammar fix