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Cake day: June 1st, 2023

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  • “documenting the change” is a pipe dream.

    If you’ve ever worked in maintenance, active production, etc, you’ll be lucky to even have schematics. And trust me, there are a lot of hacks of people fucking with controls for 30+ years straight that soooo much of it is full of “fixes” like this, whether it’s something pushing a button in, or pieces of metal instead of fuses, or wires jumping over what’s “in the way” like whole safety systems and e-stops, contactors forced to run, etc etc etc.






  • Even drilling a few holes is pretty whatever. Just wear a respirator. Continued prolonged exposure is what will give you cancer. A couple random holes and single exposures aren’t gonna be a death sentence.

    I have an asbestos siding home and low-key love it. It’s a great insulator, super durable, holds paint forever. Nobody should install it ever again, however. Once it’s there, it’s there for good. If it’s damaged and needs replaced, then you’ve got problems. Remediation and removel is ungodly expensive.




  • Hyup. I was born and raised here, and love the city to death.

    Wilkinsburg is a bit of a strange part of town. It’s one of a few neighborhoods that have resisted annexation for a century plus. Just look at a map of Pittsburgh and you’ll see big empty holes (literally mount Oliver is completely surrounded by the city). This results in some weird circumstances, wilkinsburg has really high taxes, shit schools, and is one of the rougher parts of town.

    On the other hand, I love where I’m at in the city, I got a beautiful 1800 sq ft 4BR home built in 1890 along the river. I can see the water from my front stoop. $160k, and I have a few roommates. Currently slowly renovating the place.

    It is a bit ironic opening Instagram or something and seeing posts like “omg! Pittsburgh is so affordable, my rent is under $2k!!!” For those shitty “luxury” apartments going in all over the country. Meanwhile, my mortgage is $830 because I bought during covid.

    I feel the creep and know the city isn’t gonna be affordable forever. Wages are still a bit shit around here.


  • The OP said “house”. Interpret that however you’d like I guess. If you bought this place for $10k in cash, I don’t know who exactly would stop you from clearing out a room and living in it while working on it.

    You can get a loan for just about anything from the bank. You don’t even have to be very specific about what you’re using it for. All they care about is credit history, what interest rates they’re giving you, length of loan, blahblahblah








  • What a load of crap. My phone is 5 years old and the only security risk is me blindly installing questionable APKs off the Internet or clicking pop-up ads or something. It’s not like I’m walking around with a time bomb or anything when all I do is browse a few apps and text and call.

    Also the new pixel 8 supposedly is supposed to come with 7 years of updates. It’s entirely possible Google abandons that plan though, given their track record.


  • I ended up drinking down by the river spot with some friends one sunny summer afternoon. Completely randomly, I remembered I had the number of a boy. He had long blonde hair, was skinny as a rail, and was very into heavy metal, I wasn’t as much. He was also adorable, but I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was unsure of my own feelings at the time of whether I was gay or not, I was only like 21 and he was 19.

    I honestly have no idea why it dawned on me to text him. I just thought he was a cool guy and maybe fun to hang out with. We didn’t exactly run in the same social circles, we had a few of the same friends but had actually really never interacted much irl. A few times on last.fm and tumblr.

    My friends started leaving and splitting off, and before it got dark, we had drank most of the bottle of fireball he brought and we were kissing and holding each other in the weird pallet / tree house thing above the river.

    What’s extra crazy is he was sort of floating between living at a few places and was currently crashing at a mansion of all places, but it was like 20 miles north of the city and he didn’t have a car. He just happened to be in town on that one day, at the right time, that when I texted him, he was able to walk over.

    That was 10 years ago. We’re planning on getting married after I finish some home renovations in the next year or so on our beautiful 1890s home (which coincidentally is by that same river).