southsamurai

Thank you again.

I really appreciate it

Much appreciated!

Welllll, it has been all consumer stuff. Currently a tplink that was what I could get here the quickest after the netgear I used to have died during the hurricane last year.

Apparently, I just ended up with bad gear. It has been pretty much all consumer stuff though, at least since about 2008. Before that, my best friend was handling the network, and I had no idea at all what was going on, he just kept it working, but he was working as a network tech during that time.

Hey, thank you very much. I’m looking to dump the damn tplink I got when the hurricane screwed up things here and the previous one got fried. Being able to update like that is a damn attractive thing.

I’ve yet to have a router make it past five years or so, so I call malarkey

Edit: this is why I love lemmy. What started as an offhand comment has ended up with me getting great advice from awesome people. It really made my evening a great one, no bullshit.

Ooo, yeah, and then you lick it, then stick your tongue right into the sticky center and ream it out like it owes you money

Icq was the shit!

Mind you, if you’re driving far enough to go on a tangent, you should pack a bag. For that matter, you should always keep a small bag of basic supplies in your own car anyway. A change of clothes at least.

And, if you’re smart, you’ll have a go-bag for an unexpected overnight trip ready to grab in case it happens.

Of course, that comes back to the EDC mindset of preparedness.

That mindset is often compared to the old scout motto, and that’s one of the good things that scouting did.

It’s a shame scouting died off because of the bad parts of the organization itself.

You know, my uncle was the den leader for our area, and it’s something he’s fondly remembered for.

Speaking of, anyone remember back when scouting was less about badges and more about useful skills and camaraderie?

Man, I miss camping, too. Not just scouting camps, but all of it. My family would go several times a year. When I grew up, I would even go out alone and do primitive camping.

I ran into a bunch of feral dogs and coyotes back when I was doing it. Damn near got killed by them once, and ran into trouble another time.

Luckily, I always parked my car in a location that was easier to get back to that it was to get away from, if that was an option. You always want the hard hike to be towards your camp site when you’re alone because, if something happens you want a better chance of getting out in a weak or injured condition.

A long hike is bad enough if it’s downhill. But you still have a long drive back to a town or city.

Which gives you plenty of time to go off on tangential thoughts.

Yeah, I enjoy the movie a good bit. It has some minor flaws, but they caught the feelof the Odd verse very well.

And I don’t think any story involving a rooster can be boring. They just don’t allow themselves that luxury lol. If you want, there’s a weekly post on !casualconversation@lemm.ee (I think that’s the right instance, I’ll check here in a second and edit this if my memory is messing with me) about pets; I semi regularly have stories on there, and most of them are our rooster roostering.

I can see your story in my head too. Just chilling, enjoying the company of love, some wine and a friendly vintner, and then cock-a-doodle-doo right in your face. Chickens have zero chill in that regard.

That’s one of my favorite series of books.

And, yes, your comment made me laugh :)

Be glad you can’t, and that you don’t have the super power of moving in your sleep to a large degree.

I can punch full speed in my dreams, and then hit things in the waking world. Luckily, I’ve also got some kind of “radar” that excludes people that sleep with me on a regular basis, and animals that do the same. I’ve never punched a dog or cat, nor my chicken when we fall asleep together for a nap.

Never punched a partner unless they tried to grab me when that’s going on.

It’s not a fun thing. I also don’t talk about it much outside of support groups because some ninny usually has to offer advice like I never thought to look into ways of fixing it. Don’t be that ninny, if you’re thinking of it.

I have broken some shit over the years, including wall paneling, a headboard, multiple lamps, a window, plus stuff that falls off of headboards and shelves close enough to get shaken by the impact.

Ain’t PTSD fun?

Aight, I enjoy the joke too.

However! I encourage people to remember that grandpa joe is not a faker in the world he’s from!

Since the movie is what most peeps remember, and where the memes usually come from, the first thing to remember is that it’s a musical.

Musicals, by the established rules of the overall genre, do not reflect reality at all times. Even mostly dramatic musicals like Man of LaMancha break some reality in order to function as musicals. Take the scene with the ruffians and “Dulcinea” as an example.

Second, the movie. Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory is essentially a fantasy piece. You’ve got the Oompa Loompas as prime evidence of that. Orange skinned humanoids that do not exist in the real world (jokes aside). Many things in the chocolate factory break the laws of physics or otherwise bend reality. There’s geese laying golden eggs, ffs.

Third, the theme of the movie isn’t actually torturing children. The theme of the movie is the redemptive and uplifting power of dreams. That’s achieved by the journey of Charlie getting his golden ticket and everything in his life getting better.

Grandpa Joe hasn’t been laying there in bed faking it (though, in movie, there’s never anything about the grandparents being unable to move or walk at all, they’re just frail and weak).

He is in his eighties or nineties.

What gets him up and dancing isn’t that he was faking and forgot to, it’s joy.

GJ is transformed by joy, by happiness. His grandson has, through luck or destiny, gotten the golden ticket to a brighter, better life! This doesn’t trick Joe into forgetting his infirmity. It gives him the joy to overcome it.

Joe’s transformation, rejuvenation, is because he is so filled with joy that his grandson will have a new life, that it changes him into the grandfather he wished he could be. Don’t forget that he had sacrificed his one real pleasure to give Charlie a chance at that.

But, look, I know that the grandpajoehate is ostensibly a meme. It’s a joke poking fun at the very musical rules that allow a bed-bound person to magically be cured in the first place. But it never acknowledges the fact that his spontaneous rejuvenation is magic, and that the magic is the magic of love.

In a cynical world, we believe that love is not transformative because the real world grinds us down. But love can be transformative for us too. We just have to be willing to let it work.