cobysev

I spent 20 years as an IT admin. We used cans of compressed air to clean dust out of computers. Light, gentle sprays, preferably cleaned outside so the dust doesn’t just fill the room.

If you hold down the spray button for a few seconds, the can turns ice cold really fast, so be sparing with it. Also, don’t tip it upside-down while spraying or it’ll spray liquid that can damage computer components.

In all the years blowing dust out of computers, the only time I actually damaged a computer was when I tried to use a vacuum hose blowing air in reverse. It was too rough and broke some motherboard components.

Because I’m not an anonymous person. This is my default username for most of my public stuff, and it’s how friends and family find me online. I try to be genuine online; I don’t care to hide behind an anonymous profile.

I firmly believe in being a decent, respectable person toward everyone, even when I’m anonymous and don’t need to be. Every time I’ve created an anonymous account, it’s just ended up turning into my regular public profile, so why hide under a different username?

The profile pic just helps me stand out a bit more for others who know me here, and friends/family trying to find me. I regularly write video game reviews to post to !games@lemmy.world, so it helps me to be more recognized in the wild. My profile pic is my semi-anonymous profile pic that I use on other platforms when I don’t want to broadcast my face to everyone.

I live in America. It’s 2 AM and I just awoke from a nightmare wherein I was running from the govt. My wife, dog, and I were in hiding at my home, with friends occupying the place to help us stay hidden. But a drone spotted me. I shot it down, but we had 10 minutes to pack what I could into a short yellow schoolbus (which quickly became a British double-decker) and take off before agents showed up to capture or kill us.

By the way, I’m a white male, married to a white woman, and by all outside appearances, cis and “normal”. Probably one of the most protected classes in America right now. And even I’m having nightmares about where our country is headed and when it’ll be “my turn.”

I woke up, picked up my tablet, and this was the top post in my feed. 😣

Why?

My dad had Parkinson’s at the end of his life (and a general lack of coordination his whole life). Those magnetic charging adapters were a lifesaver for him. He just needed to get the cord close enough to the charging port on his phone and it would snap together. No coordination required.

It was also nice when he would forget to disconnect the cord. As soon as he walked away, the cable would pop off. No more broken cables from being yanked out of the phone or the wall.

When I was a kid, it was #5 with an extremely long shirt that draped almost to my toes.

It’s not on this list, but I also had a full-body zipper pajamas as a kid… until I accidentally pulled a “There’s Something About Mary” while trying to zip them closed after peeing in the middle of the night. My parents got rid of those fast after that.

Throughout my teen and early adult life, I switched to either #18 or #19. #19 while I still wore briefs; #18 when I ditched them for the infinitely more comfortable boxer briefs.

Until I discovered the freedom that came with #20. Been rocking that last one ever since.

EDIT: Once in a great while, if I have guests staying overnight, I’ll pull out #1. Just to ensure I don’t accidentally walk out nude in front of them during the night.

When I was younger, I filled in the first email address that popped into my head in order to fill in these web forms: “joeblow@aol.com.”

Turns out, it’s an actual email address. I know, because some forms won’t let me make up a non-legitimate address, but they always accepted that one.

For over 20 years, I’ve been using that as my go-to throwaway address anytime a web form blocks me from proceeding.

To whomever owns that address… I’m sorry for all the spam you may have incurred thanks to me. But it’s such a perfect generic throwaway name! I’ve never forgotten it.

I knew a guy once whose last name was “EA.” Two capital letters. He pronounced it “Yeah.” His first name was Rodrake.

He kept talking about Hannibal Lecter because someone mentioned asylum for immigrants, and the only “asylum” he knows is an insane asylum.

So he started talking about Hannibal Lecter every time he mentioned immigrants, equating them with insane cannibals who want to eat you.

Steam Link used to be a small box you could buy, to stream your Steam games directly to a TV in your home. It included a Steam controller, to play your games, or you could plug in a keyboard and mouse to the box. But they stopped making them and turned Steam Link into an app. It’s still an app you can download on most smart TVs.

Maybe the PlayStation Store once has a deal to use the Steam Link app through their console in a limited capacity? There’s another app called Steam Chat, which is just the social side of Steam, showing your Steam friends, chats, and groups.

I’m just about to turn 41 and I had several experiences with long-distance relationships before I got married. Heck, I got hitched before online dating became a common thing; I totally missed the boat on that. I feel like online dating would’ve made my life much easier because I’m an introvert who sucked at talking face-to-face with anyone I had a crush on. But I could chat online all night and seduce practically anyone with my charm and wits. I had serious game as long as I was behind a computer screen, haha! And I was pretty handsome in my youth, so I never disappointed when people met me in person.

In 2001, I was 17 and long-distance dating my best friend’s 3rd-cousin. She lived about 3 states away. We got to know each other through AOL Instant Messenger after my friend asked me to chat with her one night. We’d be chatting all night, keeping each other company with only typed words. I only met her twice in person. The second time, she decided that the long distance relationship was too hard to maintain. She was about to graduate and go off to college anyway. I still had another year of high school before I was free.

A few years later, when I was 20, I had joined the US Air Force and was stationed in Japan for my first assignment. I found myself dating a local Filipino girl. She was 27, and the most advanced tech she owned was a flip phone. Planning dates was awful because I didn’t even own a mobile phone, so I had to hang out near my landline phone at home and wait for her to call when she was ready for me to pick her up. She would soak in the tub for 3+ hours each night before our dates, so I spent most of my evenings just sitting at home, waiting for her call. She didn’t own a car, so I had to go pick her up.

In 2005, I got deployed to Africa for 4 months. I basically told my girlfriend that I would be unreachable while I was there, but if the opportunity arose, I’d try to contact her. I wrote her a few letters while I was gone, and even sent a few brief emails to her phone. She had some email service that would forward messages to her flip phone, but only if it was less than 20 characters. She didn’t own a computer. I got to call her only once, but we were limited to a 5-minute call, and someone was always listening to the conversation, to make sure I didn’t discuss classified information.

I came home from Africa and my girlfriend was so excited to see me again, she planned to spend the night at my place. But after a very passionate “reunion” that night, she suddenly got very quiet. She wouldn’t look at me and refused to talk. After coaxing her for a bit, she finally opened up and accused me of cheating on her while I was gone! When I asked where she got that idea, she said the sex was so good, I must have been practicing with other girls! I tried to explain that it was just the pent up emotions from being abstinent for so long, but she wouldn’t hear it. She had thoroughly convinced herself and she dumped me that night.

I went home on vacation to visit family shortly after that and wound up meeting the girl who would eventually become my wife. She was the college roommate of an ex-girlfriend of mine whom I was still close friends with. My soon-to-be wife and I spent a few days of my vacation hanging out, then I went back to Japan and we stayed in touch over AOL Instant Messenger. We chatted almost every day and got to know each other really well.

When I got sent to Oklahoma for my next assignment, less than a year later, I was only a few states away from my eventual wife, and she asked if I would be willing to try a long-distance relationship with her. I had finally received my first-ever mobile phone (a flip-phone) and I made an effort to call her at least once a week. Outside of that, we stayed in touch via email or through AOL Instant Messenger. About once a year, when I had saved up some vacation days, I would drive the 7+ hours out to her home and I would spend a week or two staying with her before returning to my military base.

A year later, she graduated college and wanted to move in with me, but I got deployed to Iraq a week before she was supposed to move in. So I mailed her a house key and told her to make herself comfortable and I would be back in 4 months. While I was deployed, we chatted almost daily through Gchat, Google’s attempt at an instant messenger program embedded in Gmail.

I eventually came home and we lived together for about 9 months before I got a new assignment to South Korea. I was going to be stationed there for 1 year before being reassigned to Germany. I couldn’t bring my girlfriend along, so she went back to her home state for the year. I promised we’d meet up in Germany a year later.

A half year later, I went home on vacation and proposed to my then-girlfriend. She said yes, but also dropped a bombshell: she didn’t know how to keep a steady job if she was just going to be following me around the world, moving every few years at the whim of the military. So she asked if I was okay with her joining the military as well. She had learned a lot about military life and how excellent the benefits and pay were, and she wanted to try it for herself.

So I took her to a military recruiter, got her signed up, then I went back to South Korea for the second half of my year-long assignment.

But I told her, if she joined as a single woman, she would get a random assignment somewhere in the world and I might never see her again. So I suggested that we just get the legal paperwork for marriage out of the way so she’s legally tied to me, then we can plan a big wedding some other time when we’re living closer to home. If we’re legally married, then the military would keep us assigned together.

So we looked into the legal process for her home state and found out I didn’t have to be physically present to get married, and we were allowed to sign the marriage license in advance of the ceremony. So she mailed a marriage license to me, I signed it with a legal notary as witness, then I mailed it back to her and she signed it as well.

Then she asked a friend of hers who was an ordained minister to perform a brief ceremony to legally wed us. My wife invited her military recruiter as a witness and they performed the wedding ceremony from her bedroom. I joined the ceremony over Skype, from my dormitory room in South Korea.

During that time, I only lost connection once. Webcams were not very reliable in those days (around 2009), so it was a miracle I only dropped the call once during the ceremony.

After the ceremony, her recruiter borrowed the wedding license to update her status as married before she officially joined the US military. 5 days later, my wife left for military basic training and it was almost a half a year later that I got to see her again. I couldn’t reach her while she was in training. I got assigned to Germany and my wife followed me there about 3 months later.

And that was pretty much the end of my struggles with old-fashioned long-distance dating. In 2009, I got my first-ever smartphone while in Germany (an iPhone 3S) and staying in touch with people became a lot easier from that point on.

Oh yeah, and I had the worst time staying in touch with my family while I was in the military. My mother would always mail me calling cards (back when long-distance phone calls were expensive as hell). She expected ME to reach out to HER, though. I gave her my email address, but she almost never emailed me. She thought it was MY responsibility as her son to call her.

Suffice to say, I didn’t have much contact with my family in the 20 years I spent in the military. Long-distance phone calls were expensive and difficult to figure out when I was stationed outside the US, and I was always a bad conversationalist on the phone. If I couldn’t see who I was talking to, my brain would wander and I’d lose track of the conversation. I learned at 37 years old that I have a bad case of ADHD, which explained my struggles with staying in touch with people who weren’t physically nearby.

My wife and I moved in with my dad when I retired from the military a few years ago, but my mother had divorced him and moved across the country by then, so I still struggle to stay in touch with her. I’m trying to text her more often, but she’s extremely old-fashioned and expects me to call her instead of messaging. She’s 100% a boomer (born in the '40s) and is completely tech-illiterate. It’s very frustrating. She doesn’t really believe in ADHD and thinks it’s just an excuse to be lazy, so she regularly plays the victim when I don’t contact her enough. Which just makes me dread calling her.

So I guess I’m still struggling to communicate in an old-fashioned way with my mother, even to this day. But I’m pretty good at staying in touch with other friends and family via more modern communications.

Then his single mom starts spends an inordinate amount of time hanging out with the Pokémon professor…

She’s horny and on the pill, so no chance of getting pregnant… unless Bruce wants that.

I get my news from memes, but I appreciate the source confirming it.

I enjoy the Desire Paths community here on Lemmy. It’s so interesting to see what paths people take contrary to what paths are laid out for them.

I knew a guy when I served in the US military who got caught cheating in a semi-related way. He got assigned to a base in a new state and his wife refused to relocate their whole family for the few years he’d be assigned there, so he went by himself, leaving his wife and kids in his home state.

Turns out, he was sexting one of his younger subordinates at work. One of his daughters found out when she tried to use an old tablet and found out his account was still synced to it. She saw all his texts updating in real time.

He was ultra-conservative and didn’t believe in divorce, so he was doing everything he could to save his marriage. His wife forced him to install security cameras in every room of his apartment and banned him from going anywhere after work. She knew his schedule and expected him home immediately after work ended. He was basically on house arrest until his job was done and he could move home.

The last I heard, he told his wife the landlord needed to paint the walls, so he removed all the cameras, dunked them in the bathtub, then played dumb when none of them would work when he set them back up again. He was seen inviting young women over to his apartment after that. So, you know… he didn’t learn his lesson.

Initial D!

Also, that technique has no real-world application. The father told him to try and make the water spin in the cup instead of splashing back and forth. But that’s not possible just from driving a vehicle, no matter how you drift corners.

I lived in Japan back when that anime TV show was releasing, and I can tell you, it’s pure fantasy. Although it’s much closer to real Japanese street racing than that awful Tokyo Drift film. That film was basically American street racing with Japanese actors. Actual Japanese street racers are science, math, and physics nerds, pushing the boundaries of their cars for the fun of it. Not hardened gangsters or Yakuza wannabes, decking their cars out with neon lights and massive spoilers and body kits. Hollywood invented their own concept of drift racing for that film.