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Buying shit tier stuff is gonna give your a shit tier experience. Have more discretion in your shopping, which could mean holding out for quite awhile, and you’ll eventually find a USB-C option.
Please, I have exactly two brain cells to rub together and I can’t have either of them to getting distracted.
Buying shit tier stuff is gonna give your a shit tier experience. Have more discretion in your shopping, which could mean holding out for quite awhile, and you’ll eventually find a USB-C option.
“Marco, Arco…”
“Polo, Pilot.”
Arco is gonna be the name of my bike, if I ever finish building it, and I was thinking about setting it up with a Pi and some voice assistant integration (don’t ask me how. One thing at a time).
Pilot has some weird disassociative /existential fuckery involved in it.
Part of it is because you still need a gig to keep the retirement funds rolling. You don’t want to live it out on pea soup and bread.
Part of it is because after a certain point every bit of your body, from your bones to your brains, is only available on a Use It or Lose It basis with no warranty for service blackouts.
And part of it is because, and l guess this is due to the collapse of the extended-family model, lots of people don’t have anyone or thing to go home to; they’re divorced or widowed, kids have moved out, and their social network has literally died out.
Towards the end of his life my father only had ONE surviving peer from grade school. Imagine how it is to call your only surviving friend on a regular basis and to wonder, each time, if today’s the day you learn you’ve already heard their voice for the last time.
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