Paul, a contractarian

I am happy I fell into a group of some of the best people on X. Two married couples that are amazing, two former Marines, and others creators who just make me feel better. Men's Mental Health month is also about who you choose to associate with. I pick the people who are examples of the qualities I want to improve in myself. If you surround yourself with quality people, you will start living a quality life. Thank you to everyone that follows me, and I follow for helping me gain a higher quality of life.

@ReavingMango Well, at least you are helping my diet move along. Ewwww.

❓ Let me have my diarrhea in your mouth and you shit your huge, steamy, creamy, corn-ridden shit right on my face and then we piss each other 💬 What a statement, ima have to pass~ #tellonym tellonym.me/mango_q/answer…

look at how cute we are! @PsychroVT

@ExoDust7755 Russian Tech Specialist on the way. Ignore the part about all parts made in Chine.

@ExoDust7755 Ok. Less headache for you. Just go pull the 13 screws, 5 plastic clips (at least on will break) and get the heat shield out of the way. Space X is easier than some of these things. lol

When you’re on the phone with tech support and you hear three different support technicians talking to each other about the problem I’m having after we’ve exhausting all options they suggested and you hear one of them say “That didn’t work? That should have worked. Did you try this? That didn’t work either?! There is no way that didn’t work!” 💜🎻🩸

thank you @The_Bloooop for this amazing gif

@KitsuraNines @The_Bloooop @88probs If I did that with my wife, they would not find my body... EVER.

@ExoDust7755 Yeah, if you have the machine apart, you are kind of past the secure part. lol. If this is an IP / Network copier, do you have the static IP or is it DHCP with a reservation? You are going to need that if you replace the board I imagine.

@Contractarian Nah, it just boots the machine up in a locked now service mode can’t be accessed normally if the switch isn’t flipped. It’s mainly like a fail safe to stop someone from cleaning the password and getting access into networking information if they knew how to get into service mode

Hehehe little side project i had xd i laugh by myself for a good moment ^^ so here is Céline my new OC in a poster for a very special product ^^

🪼Jellyfish Tip of the Day🪼: is life hard sometimes? you play video games? here's a little hack. treat real life like a video game. if you can't finish the quest, do a side quest. small progress is STILL progress.

Spring Air.exe !! 🪼🩷 🔗 below!

@itsShyver I just keep looking for the cheat codes.

@ExoDust7755 Not familiar with sharp copiers. Is it the type that you flip the switch and then power it up to clear the cmos? I have seen those.

@Contractarian It’s a Sharp copier 😅 It has a dip switch to flip to allow for a factory clear but it won’t let go of the old password and won’t factory default.

@Skyebrows I like the little head lift. Gives it a kind of "bitch" vibe.

A lot of fails with this one.

@AI_EmeraldApple Is this the female version of "I can fix him"?

The kinds of insane things people are finding about her past, now that the spotlight is on her, are kinda nuts. Remember... All of this happened because Chibireviews pulled her mask off with a comment exposing her hypocrisy.

@ExoDust7755 So a bios password? I thought most boards had a switch to reset the bios to factory?

I normally have little problems with tech support and they’re normally on point. We determined there is a problem with a specific board that’s needed to clear as admin password and it will not let go of it, I can’t even factory nuke the machine because it behind that password so the two options where replace the board, or ground it and risk frying (which I have done before) to hard factory reset it. Given the customer still needs their machine, I’m choosing the replace the board instead 😂

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As part of the ongoing campaign to restore Martin Gero's Stargate, I preset you with a brand new Stargate animation I made, featuring my favorite ship, the BC-304 Daedalus. 🔊= on #SaveStargate @AmazonMGMStudio @PrimeVideo

USA. The man with the mop came to my table at closing time. "You doing okay?" I told him I was conducting a funeral. He nodded. Then he said: "You want a box?" I looked at what remained. Brisket. Ribs. Both half-finished. Both still present. Both still waiting. In my country, you do not box a fallen warrior. You honor what remains on the field. You do not put it in a small white container and carry it home on the train. "Yes," I said. He returned with two boxes. Not one. Two. He had assessed the situation correctly. He packed the brisket with care. He packed the ribs with equal care. He stacked the boxes. He put them in a bag. He handed me the bag. He said: "Good luck." I did not know what he meant by this. I know now. I carried the bag home. I held it away from my body slightly, the way you carry something that deserves more than a bag but currently has no other option. I put both boxes in the refrigerator. I stood in front of the closed refrigerator for a moment. Behind that door: fourteen hours of smoke, reduced to leftovers. A philosophy, in a styrofoam container. A decision I still had not made, now cold. I went to bed. At 6am, I was awake. I told myself this was normal. I told myself I was simply an early riser. I opened the refrigerator. The boxes were there. Patient. Cold. Unchanged. I reheated the brisket first. Low heat. Slowly. It deserved this. It had waited fourteen hours to be cooked. It could wait ten more minutes to be reheated. The smell filled the kitchen. I sat down. I ate the brisket in the morning light, alone, in silence, the way you eat something when you finally understand what it was trying to tell you. It was better than last night. This is not possible. This happened anyway. I reheated the ribs. They were also better. I sat with this information for a while. Last night, surrounded by the noise of a closing restaurant, full from sides I had not planned to eat, I had not been ready. The brisket knew this. The ribs knew this. They had waited. They had waited through the restaurant, through the closing, through the bag, through the refrigerator, through the night, through 6am, through ten minutes of low heat, and arrived here, at this table, at this morning, ready to be understood. I finished everything. Both boxes. Empty. A kunoichi does not defeat brisket and ribs. A kunoichi is defeated by them, rests, and is defeated again more completely the following morning. This is not failure. This is the full experience. The box was not a consolation. The box was the second act. They knew. They always knew. I was the last to understand.

Anime ja nai #animejanai This is so compelling. A one minute video with 10 minutes worth of punch. Evolution of anime. The second renaissance.