One of my favorite sketches. Thanks for reminding me of it. I’m going to go watch it now.

Personally, as with a lot of the comments, I’m in the food-prep and make it yourself crowd.

I found a book that dives into the details of when it is and isn’t worth making things from scratch.

It’s called Make the Bread, Buy the Butter.

Honestly, I haven’t read it yet. I bought it and let my mom borrow it immediately, but when I get it back I think it will an interesting read.

Fairly consistently: 3D printing, wood working, amateur radio, RC cars, and cooking.

Also playing with: sewing, tablet weaving, lifting weights, and guitar.

I was with you up until big thighs. …though I will say I don’t mind them, I wouldn’t call it a hobby.

Toats down with brewing, baking and 3d printing fo sho though.

As a subset of this, the fact that carburators worked as well as they did, until we had the technology to invent the simpler fuel injector, I think is pretty cool.

I expect he is a slow reader. He may not have gotten to that part of the book yet.

“previously owned”

I’d like to suggest wallet chains and Discman portable cd players get added whoever is making this list.

Yep, exactly this. Wash the plates and silverware now before stuff gets dried on there… Except that casserole dish with the crispy baked on border of crust. That is soaking for a couple hours to save me a little effort. I’ll was every dish but two just because it’ll be easier later.

I’ve got a weird version of "net lazy"motivation. Anything I can do now to make a future task easier, I am strongly motivated to do. Anything that would be easier if I wait for [blank] I will ignore until the ideal moment that would make it the easiest.

It oftentimes leads to peculiar optimizations, but it has worked surprisingly well for me so far.

I have vitaligo. I’m just one person, but I wouldn’t care. Though, perhaps I’m not the best person to ask. Sometimes I forget about it until someone else makes an awkward comment. Personally, I think it’s kinda cool.

Ferris Bueller’s Night Out

I used to say I was 5’ 15". The number of times people would say “no way, your at least 6 feet” or something similar is amazing.

Same. Literally the only person I’ve blocked. I also made sure to leave every community they mod. Certainly a vibe I could do without.

Sometimes? They are the only person I have ever blocked in all of my years on both reddit or lemmy. Such an odd combination of self importance, rage, entitlement and ego.

I’d almost forgotten about them until they showed up in a screenshot for being exactly how I remember.

Instead of adding an account to the device with all of the management software that goes with it, one could use a generic SMTP email client (K-9 Mail?) and still get the email, but not have to worry about the privacy and remote administration concerns.

Edit: nevermind, I skimmed the question at first, and didn’t see the duo limitation. This solution probably isn’t an option.

No, it is not the world I want to live in, but I am not convinced it would be worse than the current world.

There’s a lot of “billionaires shouldn’t exist” and “eat the rich” sentiment out there. I often suggest jokingly that it should be legal to murder someone once they reach a certain level of wealth. It might motivate them to limit their greed at some point, perhaps be less exploitative of those who are working to generate their wealth or share more of it. And even if they pass the threshold, they may give more concern to how they treat people and how they are perceived.

This feels like a relevant situation to bring up one of my favorite Terry Pratchett quotes:

The Sam Vimes “Boots” theory of socioeconomic unfairness.

The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

Make friends with the guy. He’s got some some stories. True or not, he’s got some stories.