My Cecil’s name is Jimmy and he fixed my refrigerator, my air conditioner, and my cat.
Skinny women… can do THIS for you…
What is not a damn thing?
I find it highly unlikely that Clark Gable is on social media as that he has been deceased since 1960 long before the invention of the internet. What I think is taking place is someone is posing as Clark Gable to malign his slovenly neighbour. Clark Gable was a great actor and probably why Superman was named Clark and if he were alive today he would continue to make great films but it is also highly unlikely that Clark would live beside a trashcan.
As George Washington once said, never believe what´s on the internet.
Internet was born in the 60s, so that’s not “long before”. But yes I’m nitpicking, you were talking about social networks.
Fucking rad
Living the dream.
I choose to believe every single word of it. The universe is more interesting if it’s true.
Same. Fiction or fact, this is funny enough and harmless enough to just shrug and say, “He must be a wizard, whoever he is.”
This man will repair your car in such a way it will both never break and when you do go to a normal mechanic for something they will gaze upon it in awe and horror.
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I’m about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
In high school, I got in a car wreck and had to drive without a front bumper for about a year. When the bumper got torn away, it also took the light housings for my blinkers and running lights.
My dad made new housings with zip ties and soda cans cut in half that attached to the back of lenses we bought cheap at the local auto parts store. He drilled slightly undersized holes in the bottom of the cans that held the bulbs in place when they were pushed through, and he’d polished the inside of the cans to act as reflectors.
It worked great! When we eventually got the bumper replaced, the body guy shop was amazed and said he didn’t see any reason why we should spend the money to buy factory housings, and when we sold that car it still had store-brand diet sprite cans as light housings that surely confused the hell out of someone down the line.
I once had a broken headlight and also broke pockets, so I grabbed some packing tape and made a new one. I was at an AutoZone and the guy looked at my car, looked at me and said “that won’t last past the first storm” to which my response was “it’s held up for three months. I’ll take my chances.” and it held up until the seals on the transmission blew out after driving it across the country again.
The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
if it’s jank, and it works, it ain’t jank.
If it’s jank and it works, it’s jank and you’re lucky
The definition of jank is that it at least sorta works.
If it doesn’t its not jank its just broken.
Gazing upon skill beyond your comprehension: How the fuck does this work?
Gazing at unholy fuckery: How the fuck does this WORK?
As someone guilty od doing unholy fuckery from time to time, I often look at my own work like that
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally
How does that happen, if you don’t mind me asking?
Lost my job around 2017 and it was real difficult to get a new one in the tech sector without a college degree. I lucked in to the one originally through professional connections. No such luck the next time after I got downsized.
So I ended up working at my local auto parts store to make ends meet in the meantime, and figured out that I actually really like fixing cars. It exercises the same sort of problem solving capacity but the problems you solve are usually a little less arcane. Made a few new connections including a guy who worked at an actual garage, got offered a position at that garage if I wanted it, and the rest is history.
I still dabble in programming as a hobby, but I enjoy working with my hands and the feeling of fixing a physical object is more fulfilling to me than fixing software. So here I stay (for now).
Carpenter coder here. I like saving my code powers for my own beloved projects.
If your country had the German Pfand system where you pay 25 cent more per can and get it back if you return it, this would be expensive…
We have that in Ontario, and as a kid my cub/scout troop would go around town and ask people to give us their empties as a fundraiser. We’d return them and use the money to buy camping supplies and stuff.
Hey buddy! We never did this in scouts but that’s such a good idea. When I was in college my roommates and I could have used such a service. I actually just posted that there are people making a living off of combing the ditches and parks for empties. Bottle/can returns is a whole economy.
In Mexico City people would bring plastic bags with them and return glass bottles immediately, and just drink Coke out of plastic bags with a straw.
Coca Cola™ and Micro Plastics™ are a match made in heaven.
Well, if it was out of an aluminum can, it would already have microplastics from the plastic liner inside every can :D
The man is worthy of canonization as a saint.
RIP this mechanic’s liver.
He’ll lay it on the pool table and rebuild it.
Autism is not as rare as we still think, it just has shapes that we don’t readily recognize.
Dam this man needs some purpose
I think he found it.
Some people have a 401k. This guy’s retirement is in metals.
There’s like $35 bucks in bottles there Ricky, fuck.
At least $35, you sound a little ungrateful there bud.
A local store just upgraded the deposit machine, so instead of depositing one single can at a time, I now empty an entire bag of hundreds of cans into the machine and let it sort it out. It’s great, saves lots of time and makes everything easier. Instead of bringing a shopping bag with 20 cans everytime I shop I can take an entire sack of 200 cans every month or so.
Unfortunately… the same kind of people who used to cause queues with their 200 can garbage bags at the usual refund machines also figured this out, so now they’re causing a queue at the new machine with trailer loads of garbage bags full of thousands of cans.
I have no idea where they get all those cans.
Ty so much for providing a video was super curious how it works
I used the local bulk deposit yesterday. Had two garbage bags. The guy in front of me had four, and the elderly couple a head of that guy had glass bottles and the machine broke down. Before the poor PFY had fixed the machine and the four bags guy was done, I had spent at least 15min waiting in line and another 5 at the machine.
I went into the store and when done with the groceries for a week the last guy in line when I was done had only moved up one place, and another two people had joined the line.
In theory just dumping your bags in the machine seems like a timesaver. In reality all I got was 20min of audio book, side eye from other shoppers, and fingers that weren’t sticky.
I would suspect some sort of scheme bringing cans from a neighboring state or whatever without a deposit. Just one more reason to wish for a national deposit program in the US.
That’s not possible with the system in my country, but I agree, it ought to be standard in EU too.
I think the machine attracts more people with lots of cans and also teaches more people not to bother refunding often.
My point, if there is one, is that when technology makes life easier, it’s human nature to become even lazier, to the point where the technology doesn’t solve the issue it was made for.
When I moved into my last apartment, my entire storage area was full of bags of cans.
They belonged to a neighbor, who was using my empty storage because his was full, I found out 2 weeks later when he came ripping up to my door demanding to know what I did with his money.
When I found out he meant the cans, I laughed, told him I threw out his trash for him, and told him if he ever darkened my door again I’d call the cops.
They weren’t even crushed. His own storage was probably plenty if he’d be less lazy.
Lots of places don’t take crushed cans because people would put sand in em and crush em so they’d weigh more.
Will it one day rival the tire fire in Springfield?
Where is this guy getting beer for 1995 prices?
Is he that dumb and disgusting?
