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[MrRoboto75]

Back when I knew anything about anything koss was all the rage

Koss makes good shit.

What's koss?

Some would say Kosm

[Egan_BW]

plant eyes in our brains

[milo christiansen]

I'm messing around with a prehistoric laptop, currently running Arch with no X installed... The forum works shockingly well in w3m.

[Yoink]

Earlier I was feeling famished in the city and popped into a favourite (very cheap) restaurant of mine, a little open-fronted Indian place in a mildly dingy ground-floor shopping arcade, presumably run by Hare Krishnas or some similar sect.
As I sat awaiting my meal, this guy comes into view in front of the shop. He appears to be homeless at first glance (not to mention second, third, and every subsequent glance), clad in mangled exercise shoes and a raggedy old black coat. He labours along with the awkward, uneven gait of the moderately crippled or otherwise disabled, and in one hand is clutched a plastic bag of gods-know-what. It looked... kinda goopy, in the way it bulged out of the bag in a solid mass.
My first, idle thought as I watched this one-man procession was "oh eww, is that a bag of poop? Is he going to dump it on their sign or something?" as he approached the restaurant's sandwichboard out front, but he walked straight past it and pushed his way through a plain, hitherto unnoticed door in the wall of the arcade.

All I could glimpse of the mysterious room beyond was what appeared to be some kind of trolley or other wheeled apparatus, piled high with similar bags of whatever. I don't know what was in them, why he was collecting them, or what arrangement he had with whoever was giving him these bags, but it all struck me as rather modern-day Dickensian.   



The food was good, by the way, as per usual! Unfortunately the employee I spoke to couldn't tell me what the delightful music that came on halfway through my meal was, though. Apart from the very helpful detail that it was "Hindi music". Doesn't really narrow it down a great deal. Oh well. I think I'll go listen to some Dead Can Dance as a substitute, a mixture of that and Om is kinda what it reminded me of.   

[Kagus]

Someone rang our apartment from the front door, then shortly after rang the physical doorbell directly outside the apartment, then knocked a few times. We're not expecting anyone, there's been no mention of an upcoming inspection, and this is the second time this has happened in the past few days.

Nevermind the fact that the dogs go absolutely mental because they think one of their favorite people is coming to visit them, but the GF is even more asocial than I am and is now turning off lights and hiding herself inside the bathroom.

[Hanslanda]

That's why I own guns, Kagus. It makes answering the door far less nerve-wracking.

Also Snow (Hey oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers is fucking my mind up atm

[TD1]

The guns don't even have to be legal! My uncle made his own ones.

[Hanslanda]

The guns don't even have to be legal! My uncle made his own ones.

This is true. An appropriately sized tube + stopper w/ fuse hole can easily be made into a shotgun.

Also all my hair is the same length as my near-invisible facial hair (I have goat scruff atm) and it's amusing me.

[Dunamisdeos]

Package delivery, perhaps?

[Kagus]

Package delivery, perhaps?

Neither of us is expecting anything, and even if they did somehow convince themselves that they'd need a signature, they wouldn't know which floor we're on (it's not listed on the mailbox or the address).

They also don't generally come around at 8 PM.

[Dunamisdeos]

Package delivery, perhaps?

Neither of us is expecting anything, and even if they did somehow convince themselves that they'd need a signature, they wouldn't know which floor we're on (it's not listed on the mailbox or the address).

They also don't generally come around at 8 PM.

We do! During the holidays we deliver up until 9:30Pm if you can believe that, and any kind of APT complex should always be a signature or at least left at the APT door.

But if you ain't expecting anything, then I guess it's unlikely to be that. It is gift-giving season, though. I always get a few calls where someone got a surprise gift, be it a nice present, a silly sweater, some dog treats for a guy who doesn't own a dog (from his ex), or a box of dildos with an instructional booklet (from a different guy's ex). One time we caught the latter type of box addressed to one Mr. Barack Obama at his palatial home in the White House. We did not deliver that.

[Kagus]

Generally speaking, in Norway it's either delivered via the postal service, in which case you get a package slip in your mailbox, or if it's a private service it gets delivered to one of their pickup points and they just tell you to come and get it.

Except for the one service who has gotten a bit of flak in recent years due to dumping packages outside street addresses (or at least claiming to), and then saying it's "not their problem" if it gets stolen. Nobody we know uses them, for obvious reasons.

[heydude6]

Package delivery, perhaps?

Neither of us is expecting anything, and even if they did somehow convince themselves that they'd need a signature, they wouldn't know which floor we're on (it's not listed on the mailbox or the address).

They also don't generally come around at 8 PM.

Could it just be some stupid teenagers pulling a prank? One of my friends pulled a stunt like that many years ago. It was even at a similar time of day.

[Yoink]

So many fuckin' weirdos out and about being weird and shit.
It's broad daylight but I get the feeling it's probably a full moon. That often explains weirdness spikes.

Also, earlier I saw a truck drive past, emblazoned with "Fap" in big artsy letters on the side. Beneath was "Fine Foods" or something along those lines. I'm not sure if it was just the font making it look weird, a really unfortunate choice of acronym, the work of a cheeky vandal, or what. Pretty funny though.

That's why I own guns, Kagus. It makes answering the door far less nerve-wracking.

Pfft, you actually answer the door? Just fire a mortar strike at the general area of your doorstep.

[Egan_BW]

I wonder how long we have until AI gets good enough that you can just legally install a sentry gun on your front door which yells at people to piss off.