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Originally Posted by freebeard
So you may go by Jonathan in some other contexts?
I took the Metro and $250 to [the mechanic who sold me the Dasher] and asked him to fix the exhaust. He put it on a 2-post lift and looked at it and told me to take it back to Goofy's.
It looks like I'm back in the market for a [used] floor jack. I want to wrap about 6" with Kevlar wrap, wrap that with a rectangular piece of tin and hold that with two hole clamps.
He did loan me a flat-bed scanner, so that I might scan the bill of sale for the stroker 1776. Once I'm done with the life drawing class sketches from the 1970s, I should get to that.  |
He preferred to call me by my name rather than the various prison handles I got. First one was Pool Boy. Second one was Killer. Third was Woody (guy thought I looked like Woody from Toy Story).
I also went by Jonathan at my last job because people in the factory couldn't hear "Jon" with equipment running. They'd call me Don, or Rob, or Susan... nobody mistook Jonathan.
Always welcome to wrench in my garage just as long as the car doesn't live there for weeks. Parents farm is where cars can (and do) sit for years on end.
Back to my previous comment about being drones in an arbitrarily defined group; George Hotz commented that our destruction by AI won't be physical, but mental. Whoever wants us to think a particular way will have the most powerful persuasion machine ever to shape us into what they want. Fascinating discussion, and I think I'll make a thread on that alone.