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Cake day: August 3rd, 2023

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  • This is what you get for having an utterly stupid return policy. Complete assholes come in, asshole the place up, and get their balls slurped by management because ‘DER COOSTERMUR IS ALWAYS ROIT!!!’

    Happy to see these idiots (HD management) get fucked over like this. They all deserve it. Management in these stores is uniformly soulless corporate robots or people so beaten down by mediocrity that they can’t be bothered to leave for a company that won’t treat them like shit.

    61 stores. This is not one dude being a dick. This is systemic failure on HD’s part. Fuck 'em.

    Also fuck that guy because there’s no doubt he was a prick to everyone he encountered.



  • Because when someone says “COME HERE” they’re making the statement that whatever you’re doing is pointless shit that can be dropped immediately.

    I didn’t tolerate that with my parents, and I sure as shit wouldn’t tolerate it with a spouse. If you can’t be bothered to give me a reason to go there, don’t fucking tell me to go there.

    “Hey, check this shit out!” - Fine. Implies it’s on my own time. “Could you come in here?” - Fine. A request can be denied. “Come here.” - I’m not your fucking dog.


  • Or maybe they’re just not the magical pixie dust so many people that don’t own them think they are. Multiple sizes of Mirra and Aeron killed my upper back. As it turns out, having shitty mesh doesn’t actually support your back so much as it just wedges it into a vaguely U shape. I tried “superior office chair” after “OMG AMAZING OFFICE CHAIR” and the only thing that doesn’t leave me reaching for pain pills are good quality gaming chairs, which are typically stiffer.

    Because, again, ergonomics is an individual thing and not a fucking marketing point. An “ergonomic” chair is only “ergonomic” if you happen to personally fit that manufacturer’s definition of “ergonomic.”



  • You’ll have people here recommending specific brands or manufacturers.

    Don’t fall victim to this. Brands change. Manufacturers change.

    Learn how to recognize a good product from bad.

    Currently, right now, I can recommend the first version of the LTT backpack. The construction is solid. Gusseted and reinforced frickin’ everywhere. The straps are solid. They’re attached to the main body of the pack with thick, heavy fabric and not just sewn directly on. They’re also reinforced with rivets. The zippers are solid. The interior has a couple of soft pockets for scratch-prone items. There are multiple laptop/document sleeves. The main compartment is way larger than it first appears. The only issue I’ve had was with the shitty carabiner-style zipper pulls that everyone knew would break. Replaced them with some paracord. Problem solved.

    I have no doubt this particular backpack will last me forever. But that’s no guarantee anything they make in the future will.

    Do not worry about point of origin. Quality can come from anywhere. Shit can come from anywhere. It’s all down to the what the brand and manufacturer are looking for.

    Watch out for “bait and switch” brands that pop up out of nowhere, sell direct only, and initially offer a very well made product. So many times they find some modicum of success and then immediately turn to offering multiple tiers of products, with their initial “good” products skyrocketing in price as they push the margins higher and higher. There are a TON of small shoe brands that fit this bill, unfortunately.




  • I used to sell appliances and the number of idiots coming in whining that their $300 Amana “only” lasted six or seven years was saddening. Every single time they would bitch about how “Well my grandma’s Derpomatic washer lasted for like thirty years!” and I would ask them how much grandma paid for the thing. Oh, you don’t know? Well good thing the internet knows. Is that the one she had? Yeah? It was $300 too! In 1962. Meaning it was about $3,000 in current-day dollars. Buy a fucking Speed Queen if you want that kind of longevity.

    Oh, you don’t have that kind of money? Well then go bitch to your boomer-ass parents about how they ruined the world and leave me out of it.