Old_timey_brain

Old_timey_brain t1_jd95efu wrote

" ... citing as evidence a news article that discusses a tweet in which a user asked Bard when it would be shut down and Bard said it already had, itself citing a comment from Hacker News in which someone joked about this happening, and someone else used ChatGPT to write fake news coverage about the event."

Seems like they did their own research!

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Old_timey_brain t1_j5hci60 wrote

> They could have picked up some stragglers without too much risk I imagine.

I suspect you are right in they could have moved back in closer and grabbed a couple, or few more, but then been so much closer and connected to the ones they have to turn away.

I think somewhere in the mix was the need of the collective to get far away from the horror of backsliding out of relative safety.

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Old_timey_brain t1_j38fdh5 wrote

If I were doing this in my basement, with the tools on hand, I would do the following.

Insert a long bolt through the tube, add a washer and nut, then tighten firmly.

Clamp the exposed end of the bolt into the soft jaws on the vice.

Use my tubing cutter to portion off the pieces I need.

Disassemble and de-burr.

Failing that, de-burr and lube the tube, then jamb a wooden dowel through it, and take that to the cutoff saw.

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Old_timey_brain t1_j250st7 wrote

> Seconded. DO NOT PAINT OVER POPCORN CEILING OP.

I must completely disagree. When I took possession of my home, the first tradesman in was the painter who sprayed all the ceilings with flat white enamel. Twenty four years later, they are still looking good.

The ceilings are sealed though. With a thin layer of paint as I have, I can tell by one area of inadvertent damage (oops) that a putty knife would take it off easily while dry as the paint offers a slight crust to give leverage.

EDIT: The paint was oil based.

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Old_timey_brain t1_j06rvhm wrote

Thanks for the kind thoughts. Right back atcha.

Mine is only diagnosed in the last four years, but the symptoms had been around essentially forever.

Prior to diagnosis I had been in a private residence to purchase a used item they had advertised, and discovered a particularly unusual hell for the mom and kids of the guy that lived there. I recognize now what I was seeing was someone behaving as if they were having a strong onset of level II attack, and were at the angry fight the tormentor stage. And god help anyone in the blast radius. I stood at the front entrance inspecting the item, and watched this giant of a man stride through the area in full fury, raging at the world, and even glaring at me and shouting, "Who even buys things like this used?!!". The retort, which remained unspoken, was, "who even lists them?".

Everybody around was cringing physically while he ranted, and before he headed out to his workshop and solitude.

I'd be willing to bet that when he is not suffering an attack, he is a good and loving father. He was certainly providing well enough.

And now I realize it truly is better for all involved for me to have remained single. There are times when I simply must shout out my demons, and this is something nobody else needs to hear. It would be too damaging for the average person.

On another note, the day is peaceful and quiet, thank you. Up early, clear headed and productive, and loving it. Christmas carols sung in stone cathedrals playing in the background. Good food, good coffee. All is well for the next hour and that is good enough.

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