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    1. You're having an important argument with someone and you're resorting to Reddit for an answer
    2. You think having updoots on a Reddit thread matters in a real life argument
    3. You want to manipulate an already trashy and biased mediation tool by artificially inflating your position
    4. You openly ask for help in doing this with seemingly zero self awareness

    If this is real (and I hope to God it's just a shitpost) it's insanely pathetic and abusive. You should not be dating.

  • Re: dry. I'm convinced PLA doesn't care about moisture. Watched a video of a guy that soaked a roll in a tub of water overnight, then printed off the roll with it still in the tub. Looked exactly the same as it did before the soak.

    Mileage may vary of course but ever since then I've been leaving my PLA out and it's never once given me trouble (the infused ones a little bit).

  • Most questions that get posted are the same question but slightly different situation. "Why does my first layer look bad", "what is causing this weird noise", "how do I diagnose this error".

    Your use case is interesting. I'll remember it each time I see an update.

  • I remember your first post. Glad that you are still working on putting this workshop together. Excited to read about what you come up with.

    If I remember correctly, you use a 3d scanner to get close-enough measurements of your workspace, and design around that? Is there any chance of us getting some pictures of your completed space once things are buttoned up, or would it be too much of a privacy concern? I'm super into confined, efficient workspaces and I'd love to see what kind of solutions you've come up with for your specific needs.

  • My imaginary friend was very tiny, and I'd imagine him cartoonishly jumping around whatever environment I was in so he could talk to me on my level. I used to hide out in the bathroom a lot, so oftentimes he'd be jumping on top of the toilet paper roll, then scampering up to the counter so we could have a proper conversation. If I was in the car, he'd sit on the edge of the window.

    The best way I could describe him looking back would be like the vault boy from fallout. Not the same clothes or look, but just that cartoony style. I probably imagined him to be a little darker and with different colored hair.

  • I was at a party just yesterday (very unlike me) that was mostly people I don't know and within the first hour someone asked me if I was on ADHD medication.

    I mean I'm not on medication which is probably how I got pinned so quickly but I still found it funny that in a crowd of people that has never met me I apparently still scream TISM.

  • Here's my take, and you can do with it as you will.

    We don't have free will, how could we? We are, as you said, chemicals in a hot dog casing. When I see something I want to eat, it's because chemicals tell me I'm hungry and it will provide sustenance. When I do something that I enjoy, and want to pursue, my brain is receiving chemicals that it enjoys, and tells me to continue doing actions that produce said chemicals. I can choose to do these things or not, but my choice in and of itself is determined by... more chemicals.

    But why does it matter, if those chemicals also tell "me" that "me" is the one in charge?

    It's like the cave/ shadow metaphor (that I will poorly paraphrase and misuse); hold a chair in front of a candle, show me the shadow, call it a "table" for my entire life, and the first time I see a chair I will say, "so this is what a table looks like!" It doesn't matter that it's actually a chair, just like it doesn't matter if I actually am making my choices. My reality (and your reality) is what I perceive and accept, and nothing more. Logically, I understand that when presented the choice between A and B, my body and the chemicals composing it are the ones "making" the decision, and I'm just acting it out. I get that. But if someone says, "do you want really want to watch The Lord of the Rings again?" I already know that the world has changed, because I feel it in the water, feel it in the earth, and smell it in the air.

    And that's my choice, chemicals be damned.

  • I think this might be where it comes from for me, too. If you say it's with x, and I think it's worth z, I don't want to insult you or assume you're trying to scam me by asking for x, but I also don't want to pay much more than z.

    The concept of some mystical "y" living in the middle is lost to me and it's socially impossible to reach "y" without me calling you a scammer or you calling me cheap, so no deal will be made today.