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I'm very sorry. I have to tell someone about this. I try to be the good son (and I fail almost always) and every once in a while check on my parents and see that they are 1)okay and 2)not killing one another. It sounds like a pathetic 90's joke. I am aware. Unfortunately it also depressingly accurately describes my 4th weekend off every financial period.

This week, I was not instructed to fix a TV or a computer. (I am not a wizard. I am not a Ninja. But I am pretty fucking certain having the ability to say "now leave it alone" and have your fucking parents fucking listen to you is a fucking super power. I am also suspicious of the claims my sister makes that her 'job' involves here being in Tamworth when these issues occur when I know she is getting shitfaced at Coogee the night before. But I digress)

I am currently going through a career change. I am studying Cyber Security at UTS through TAFE. I have spent 15 years of my life in retail and the only skill I have is the appropriate time to tell someone to fuck off, whilst implying that I care.

Bear with me.

Mum is good. Mum is great. She is the best motivator I know and also the first person you should ask if you want an "honest opinion". My task this weekend was to sort out a four litre bucket of receipts. I asked how and my answer was, "You know computers! You gave your father that game! Work it out!"

To my Mother's credit I found SIX bulldog clips and 23 paper clips and an unspeakable amount of irrelevant bullshit. Six fucking hours and I was amazed with the amount of crap Mum had in that fucking bucket.

I didn't do it properly, apparently.

You know what, THAT'S FUCKING FINE! EVERYTHING IS MY FUCKING FAULT! I NEED TO GO HOME AND SLEEP. i CAN'T DRIVE INTO SYDNEY CBD ANYMORE! EVERY JOURNEY ON THE EASTERN DISTRIBUTOR IS FUCKING FURY ROAD FUCKING ROAD FOR ME NOW! I'M OUT!

It's now Tuesday. I've calmed down. When I came home on Sunday my flatmates thought I was "agitated". I unloaded what had happened and Mark (a flatmate) said:

"Mate, your Mum built a fucking TARDIS. I mean, yeah, it's a shitty idea to build a TARDIS just for receipts, but she's your fucking Mum mate! You've gotta give her her just dues.

I love you Mum. But next time, call Linda. I guarantee that she is not in Tamworth.
 
Keith&Co. said:
So, we have an Instant Pot. .
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The designers of the steam cannon must have thought this thing through...

The design is such that there is a large chamber, a bottleneck, and a flared mouth.
Anything that fits down into the barrel won't draw an airtight seal and steam still gets out, flowing around the obstruction.
If it does block the mouth, it's not tightly sealed to the vent and pressure in the barrel just pops the cannon off and you're back to the original Instant Pot design.
If you rest something on the mouth, the venting steam just brushes it aside and it drops to the counter without ado.

Certainly no missiles forced into the drywall at twenty paces...

So the only excitement is the wife, upstairs, hearing interrupted pressure release, swearing, and the occasional 'EEK!' of surprise, and calling down "Are any stupid children fucking with the steam vent cannon?"
"Neither of our sons are home!" i shout back, chasing the dart across the floor.
"That's not what i asked and you know it!" she replies.
 
Keith&Co. said:
Keith&Co. said:
So, we have an Instant Pot. .
View attachment 23705
Click to expand...
The designers of the steam cannon must have thought this thing through...

The design is such that there is a large chamber, a bottleneck, and a flared mouth.
Anything that fits down into the barrel won't draw an airtight seal and steam still gets out, flowing around the obstruction.
If it does block the mouth, it's not tightly sealed to the vent and pressure in the barrel just pops the cannon off and you're back to the original Instant Pot design.
If you rest something on the mouth, the venting steam just brushes it aside and it drops to the counter without ado.

Certainly no missiles forced into the drywall at twenty paces...
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They saw you coming.
 
Wiploc said:
Keith&Co. said:
Keith&Co. said:
So, we have an Instant Pot. .
View attachment 23705
Click to expand...
The designers of the steam cannon must have thought this thing through...

The design is such that there is a large chamber, a bottleneck, and a flared mouth.
Anything that fits down into the barrel won't draw an airtight seal and steam still gets out, flowing around the obstruction.
If it does block the mouth, it's not tightly sealed to the vent and pressure in the barrel just pops the cannon off and you're back to the original Instant Pot design.
If you rest something on the mouth, the venting steam just brushes it aside and it drops to the counter without ado.

Certainly no missiles forced into the drywall at twenty paces...
Click to expand...

They saw you coming.
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yeah....
The company lawyer probably has my pic on the wall....
 
This is awesome.

http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3008

It's a disturbingly plausible explanation for a number of suspicions I have had about IKEA.

Be sure to click on "+ Transcription of journal recovered from Incident 3008-1" to expand it.

(The other links at the bottom of the article appear to lead only to advertising).
 
Went shopping for a few things we needed for dinner last night.
Had to visit the ATm, so sent Youngest off to get certain things.
My brain decided to just not supply a certain term.

"Get, uh, get... Oh. You know. Taco-ketchup."
"You mean salsa?" he asked.
"That! That word! Yes. That get. Ogg go to cash fridge."
 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OGG

Seems perhaps this was your muse? Have you seen the show "Cro?" perhaps, and absorbed the name unconsciously?

Ogg:

ogg-cro-85.6.jpg

I wrote a long poem about a gloomy-gus who lives alone in a huge gloomy castle, surrounded by dreary wastes, and ruminates a lot. Without thinking much, I named him Radcliffe. Later on I stumbled on the works of Anne Radcliffe, the primary pioneer of the Gothic novel. I thought I probably had heard of her before, but forgotten all about her. Coincidence - probably, but maybe not. Could be the name was rattling around in my noodle and carried certain connotations.
 
Some time ago, i evaluated our training for the impacts of a major upcoming change to the weapon system. What changed in the system, how that would change training, which lessons and to what extent.
Today, coworkers finally reviewed my comments.
Kinda turned out to be a track of my blood sugar through the day.

At one point, my comment on a mention of the Computer Operator Interface Subsystem is "COISS being deleted, impacts lessons on configuration of MMSS and DCSS, system booting, keylock protection of GCC data, COMP Operator countdown operations, MMSS interfaces."

another file has this comment on a mention of the same subsystem: "Poofies."
 
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