PSA that you will never find any hidden gems at Goodwill ever again. Goodwill started an e-commerce website and they have people in the back who sort through everything and anything of any value is sent to e-commerce and appraised and sold at auction.
So the days of going to goodwill and finding cool stuff are over, it’s all just dead people’s clothes now. Support your local thrift stores by going there instead
It’s a lot more rare for sure. Some still do have nice stuff, but it’s much, much more of shitshow than it used to be. Unfortunately not many independent thrift stores around me, and the few that are generally have nice deals even less often than goodwill.
I remember I used to see xboxes and PlayStations on the shelves frequently. In the last year I’ve seen 2 wiis, 1 wii u, and 1 Xbox 360. No computers anymore. No cool software. The shelves are getting more barren.
They called themselves the Kool Kids but we knew them as the Terror Twins, the Masonic Menace. They’d force their way into any bit of joy or loss, a trail of rubble and scars bolstering their smothering presence, the moon’s the only force strong enough to pull them away.
At least that’s what some say happened the night Kool-Aid Man landed on the rocks. Everybody has their say on how he got there, but the facts of the matter are he did get there, the tides were shifting when he did, the moon was full and the sky was clear, and a group of yutes had just started a fire for a clam bake near where shards of glass were later found. All the king’s horses and men gathered to put him together again, but with one piece lost in the sand he bled out entirely.
The coroner informed Warm-Hinder, who froze in place. A sudden strong gust cracked his icy joints in half, sending his upper parts rolling down 95. When he finally thawed out somewhere near Maryland he dragged himself to the woods, to the remotest cabin of the least connected mountain in all of Appalachia.
Out front sat Marge and Paddy, who offered a refill to the dehydrated tumbler and pointed to the trail of sweet tears leading to the stranger on their porch. He drank deep then reached for a horseshoe on the ground near his foot, hurling it at the hosts’ hearts. A cloud shifted as he did, and a ray of light caught the glass in the old couple’s hands. A rainbow fired from between them blinding the guest, who fell to the floor grasping at his eyes.
“I can’t see, I can’t see!” he cried scrambling on all fours, kicking up dust and throwing what rocks his fingers could find.
“What is it you can’t face?” asked Marge.
“I thought if I tried hard enough,” he trailed.
Paddy chuckled through the break in the noise and shared a slice of moldy bread.
The two sat sipping in silence where they had been and where they’ll stay rocking. The one watched as the rain fell and the sea filled with boiling fire, and the earth pulled in closer still. He heard rhythm in his frantic breathing and saw seedlings sprouting out of softened soil. The beating of his heart filled his feet and he began to dance.
Night had fallen by then but the forest was bright and the path was clear. So he danced with the gravity pulling him through forest and flood and ocean until daybreak. And when he arrived home he saw the gates and gears of the city lifting and turning, and a river of Red 40 flowing through.
Lockheed Martin pulled this shit on me 20 years ago. Applied for a job, did a quick phone screen and they invited me to their campus 5 hours away for an in person interview. When I got there they had a whole gymnasium setup with booths and about 50 people doing interviews and 200 bewildered engineers showing up hoping for a job. They never once mentioned it was going to be factory interviews. Fuck that and similar companies.
Only stuff I like in some thrift store is power supply/adapter. Say I need for a project or to replace faulty one, a 8.4V 300mA wallwart? a 15VAC one? etc, just go in the bin at the thrift store, some are 1$ or 2$ It’s dull I know.
Do I really have to explain the joke? The sleep paralysis demon is asking “Is HTML a programming language?” And the person is “sleep paralysed” to correct them or do anything about it really.
I don’t know what else I can explain besides that.
It’s not a logical programming language, but markup directs the formatting and general output of content to the screen. -Is that not a function of programming?
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