Where is the Random Thread of Randomness stuff that doesn't belong in other threads thread?

I bought a new waterproof digital camera on Amazon, even though it is a Chinese brand I never heard of. All the reviews were like YAY THIS IS A GREAT CAMERA. Not a single one said anything about how hard it is to get the freaking battery cover to close (which is the important waterproof area). It took me 45 minutes to get it closed, and now I dread having to open it again. lol

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It could lead to a very en-chanting evening.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

Typical printer day in my house, goes to print something for the first time in months, after buying new ink last time.

Immediately realises power cord is missing.

Spends next hour tracking down the cord, turns printer on.

Goes to print, realises is coming out all faint, tries to cancel ten pages, but they are already in the memory so it prints them all anyway.

Prints a test page and unclogs nozzles , three times.

Finally get to print, while the printer gleefully tells me I am running low on ink.

Printers used to just work. Forever. My first practical modern printer* was some kind of cheap Canon that I got (I think) when I was still using a Windows 95 laptop. When the Windows 2000 desktop died (circa 2010) I had to replace it. Not because it stopped working but because it wouldn't work with XP. That one worked more or less flawlessly until around 2021, when its WiFi functionality started to fail (and once you've had a wireless printer, who wants to go back to having to stick your printer within 3' of your computer?). I guess the replacement printer is still with me but same deal--every time I want to use it, it says it is out of ink. WHERE DOES THE INK GO!? Do the Ink Gnomes come in the night and steal all the ink? WHERE?

*I had a...Packard Bell(?) laserjet for my Amiga but it was very limited in ability.

When I was like 12, I had this thing with my 7th grade English teacher. It wasn't weird or anything, she would just ask me for advice, like "Uhh, can you decipher this homework for me?", because sometimes papers that were turned in were downright illegible. Tina, her name was, and she was probably 23 or 24 years old in the first place. I remember going over to her house one evening and listening to Fleetwood Mac while she and her husband were getting stoned. I would never do such a thing.

I had an Amiga, technically I still do, it's been in the attic for twenty years, and I fear it will just go bang if I ever try and turn it on.

Shit, I was hoping this weird video would embed.

I just saw the hugest bunny I've ever seen hopping around the back yard. We're talking Night of the Lepus time, here.

We found a dead bunny between the porch and a firewood rack the other day. No wounds so I assume disease or old age.

Colonel Kira's Left Tit said:

When I was like 12, I had this thing with my 7th grade English teacher. It wasn't weird or anything, she would just ask me for advice, like "Uhh, can you decipher this homework for me?", because sometimes papers that were turned in were downright illegible. Tina, her name was, and she was probably 23 or 24 years old in the first place. I remember going over to her house one evening and listening to Fleetwood Mac while she and her husband were getting stoned. I would never do such a thing.

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That's major jail time for them today.

I cast doubt on a lot of stories I hear about students and teachers these days. However, in high school, they judged I had a slight speech impediment so I had to see the speech therapist who came to our school twice a week (I think). Miss Bell.

She caught me looking down her rather low cut blouse one afternoon, laughed, and held it out more so I got a solid look at the goodies. Really, all I remember is she had brownish nipples.

But that was a big deal for me at 14.

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Typical printer day in my house, goes to print something for the first time in months, after buying new ink last time.

Immediately realises power cord is missing.

Spends next hour tracking down the cord, turns printer on.

Goes to print, realises is coming out all faint, tries to cancel ten pages, but they are already in the memory so it prints them all anyway.

Prints a test page and unclogs nozzles , three times.

Finally get to print, while the printer gleefully tells me I am running low on ink.

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To paraphrase Joe from Newsradio, ink jet printers are a scam.

Anyone else remember when disco and cocaine and whatever the hell this is was all the rage?

lol

When it comes to the California department of insurance, don’t poke the bear.

That is the lesson three individuals in Los Angeles learned recently when they were sentenced to jail time for an insurance fraud scheme in which they staged attacks on high-end vehicles by having a person dress up in a bear costume – then pretending that person was an actual bear.


The plan unraveled after the four defendants in the case filed an insurance claim in 2024 claiming that the bear had damaged a 2010 Rolls-Royce Ghost, going so far as to provide a video of the alleged attack inside the car parked at Lake Arrowhead in the San Bernardino mountains.

It turned out that the ursine figure in the video was, in fact, a human.

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The best thing about figuring out what was making you fat that you're happy with how you look and you feel good. But a close second is that you get to start adding back in things you cut out to see what you can get away with without getting fat and out of shape again.

This post brought to you as I fire up a Crock Pot of kalua pig.*

*Kalua pig literally translates to something like "pig in the ground" in Hawai'ian. Traditionally, you butcher a pig, dig a pit, get a bed of coals going, salt the hell out of the pig, wrap it in seaweed, chuck it on the coals, and then cover it up to let it cook. Contemporary way that I do is get a hunk of pork loin, salt it and douse it with liquid smoke, then line your crock pot with cabbage leaves, chuck the pig in and add more cabbage and then just let the bastard cook until you can shred it up with forks. Serve on white rice (with the cooked cabbage--and I use some soy sauce) with macaroni salad. Mmm....

Oh. Nevermind.

There's supposed to be a chance of a thunderstorm tonight and I've been treated for some time to the ongoing low rumbling thump off to the North that made me think the weather reports were right--but also I logged on to post a comment that it sounded like the scene in "Casablanca", when the Nazis are advancing on Paris and they can hear the guns and I realized it wasn't thunder, it was Thunder. Today is Thunder Over Louisville, the largest fireworks show in the world and the kickoff of Kentucky Derby events.

I will get to it one day*, but it was cancelled last year because of flooding and it was cold and poopy--and I've been very busy--this year.

*I moved here with a dog that was deathly afraid of any loud noises--but also had horrible separation anxiety--so I couldn't take her to Thunder, but I also couldn't leave her at home. She died during COVID and Thunder was done remotely--televised with secret launch sites instead of the traditional location--that year; a month after she died. One of those locations turned out to be Caesar's Southern Indiana, so I walked out my back door and stood and watched the fireworks next to my Dog's grave. It was bittersweet. And poetic.