Remember that the majority of people just accept whatever is handed to them and won’t put forth any effort to circumvent any kind of adversity of even inconvenience. Other dipshits read a lot of Orwell and now they think they can shape thought by censoring or at least adding obstacles to the act of writing.

The annoying thing is, the latter are probably right.

And alas, based on your local currency being Euros I predict it’ll be a rather long swim for you to bring the thing over here so I can mess with it. Oh well.

Nobody really argues with me in my niche online community. I almost kind of feel ripped off.

The one on the bottom left has got to be in Boston.

The chaotic evil one is wrong. A chaotic evil yard sale sign is one for a sale that happened some time around last year but the miscreant responsible put approximately 1,857,963 signs up all over town, one on every other telephone pole perhaps, but never bothered to take them down.

I just got this one in under the wire.

Obligatory reminder as to the existence of my Patreon and Ko-Fi, via which hipsters, cool cats, and other upstanding ne’er-do-wells can contribute to expanding my collection of stupid knives, which I will subsequently write about.

Sounds like you need a new rear brake line. They tend to disintegrate in such a way that they start acting like a one-way valve, and the backpressure isn’t released on the piston(s) when you let go of the pedal and the thing sticks on. I’d try that first, it’ll only cost you $15 to give it a whack plus a few bucks worth of brake fluid.

Then suspect the master cylinder, and finally the caliper.

The good news is, motorcycle brake systems are (usually, excepting fancypants linked or ABS schemes) prehistorically simple.

Yes, that’s how it goes. But ammonium nitrate/ANFO (the fuel oil/diesel is mixed with it in order to sensitize it marginally, or rather to give a medium for the initiating shockwave to propagate through) has the extra special distinction of not being brisant enough to be self-propagating. Unlike dynamite, TNT, RDX/C4, etc., you need to have an initiator big enough to encapsulate your entire ammonium nitrate payload in a shockwave that’s powerful enough to set it off. That’s pretty tough for a home gamer to do.

Ammonium nitrate does a pretty credible job of preventing itself from being used as an explosive to begin with. It’s damn difficult to initiate, and anyone with the capability to do so would be able to trivially defeat pelletizing by, e.g., just grinding the stuff up first.

It’s not a matter of just sticking a fuse in it like Wile E. Coyote. You already have to have your hands on some pretty serious blasting caps or have the capability to manufacture your own, and at that rate you’re already pretty well versed in making things go boom.

McVeigh had to resort to using dynamite as a booster to initiate his truck full of ANFO and even then IIRC not all of it went off. But if you already have dynamite… you already have dynamite.

What pisses me off is that whole debacle made potassium nitrate hard to get your hands on in bulk because too many idiots in suits flunked high school chemistry. KNO₃ is significantly more useful for purposes other than stripping the facades off of government buildings.

Oh, and after the affair some dimwit from the ATF came to my hardware store and tried to grill me about chemical fertilizers in a circumspect and very strange way that was attempting to simultaneously serve as a threat while also not letting slip the knowledge of what ammonium nitrate could possibly be used for, in case the mere act of asking gave anyone any ideas. I lost count of how many ways I had to phrase “we only sell consumer grade blended products” at him until he finally went away. Demonstrating that I knew more about it than he did probably would not have been a great idea regardless of how satisfying it might be.

Obviously some idiot let the car design guys do a little overtime in the generator division.

This guy?

Concur. I’m still banned from PayPal and I have been since the early 2000’s because I used it to buy a “high capacity magazine,” which PayPal declared was “illegal activity” with no appeal.

…An airsoft magazine. Not a single state in the union where that’s illegal (or at least certainly not at the time).

Payment processors attempting to police the nature of online transactions should expose them to liability, not the other way around.

Count the feetses!

Ground wires don’t go from the pole to the house. Your home’s ground literally goes into the ground, either via a stake or by being attached to a cold water pipe. Having your ground connected to distant objects/poles/locations is counterproductive, because the extreme distance is likely to wind up with different potentials at different points, which would put current on the ground wire all the time, which is exactly what you don’t want.

Anyway, notice that the big bare wire is not actually electrically connected to anything and is only attached to a tensioner pulling it against the house. The ferrule on the end is to keep it from fraying over time.

Eh. I don’t see any compromised insulation on any of those wires. Honestly, I wouldn’t even bother. Just head on up there with a nonmetallic ladder and poke that junk out of there with something nonconductive if you’re worried. I ain’t afraid of no volts. (And before anyone freaks out, that bare aluminum cable is structural, to prevent the wires from sagging. It’s not carrying any current.)

It seems to me that whatever built that nest decided to abandon it before moving in. There isn’t any visible bird shit around it which there certainly would be if it had birds in it (especially ones big enough to drag those sticks up there) and the lack of chewed material around it indicates a lack of extant rodents.

Preventing that sort of thing is the primary function of the deflector dish, and not just whatever they’re jiggered it to do in order to solve the Negative Space Wedgie problem of the week this time.

And somehow they snork up hydrogen via the Bussard ram scoops, as well. I don’t think anyone’s ever adequately explained just how the hell that’s supposed to work at warp speed, only that it does.

I hate the new Chuck E. Cheese with a burning passion. I would even take his gonk original incarnation over the generic blanditude that he is now. The '90s Chuck with his ballcap and skateboard was a perfect encapsulation of his era and he should have stayed that way, especially since that decade is now suddenly so fondly remembered.

That is some serious cassette futurism, right there. I kind of approve of this.

I await with interest the first serious accusation that I’m a bot. A very well armed bot, perhaps. I certainly type some strange things, but you guys have probably seen my hands too many times.

Unless my hands are also AI generated. Hmm.

I’ve already garnered the achievement of having several people on one of the Discord servers I hang around on of treating me as if I’m literally a penguin. Nobody’s yet come up with a credible explanation of how I’d be able to type. (Including, surprisingly, the obvious hunt and peck gag that presents itself.)

Ah, yes. Every child’s favorite purple dinosaur: Borney.

(But seriously, have you seen what they did to our man? Dafuq.)

I was going to post this in the root of the comments but then I saw yours, so I copy-pasted it and attached it in the hopes that we can get a Fuck Nintendo train going.