I Hate Rennovating Stairs So Goddamn Much

I hate rennovating stairs so goddamn much

>hear frantic clicking and the sounds of exertion

>must be a rhythm game player

>genuinely impressed at the apm

>look outside

>crabs are pinching a man to death

can someone explain what putting them inside water means? Like what does it mean when you put someone's post underwater because i want to do it but i also don't get it

Nowadays, we have access to more manufacturing capability than ever before. Weirdos working in their basements can quickly order professional-looking products. A single drunken whim can activate a factory half a world away, to pump out something that would have been impossible for even the hardest-working hobbyist even twenty years ago. Sometimes you can do it at home.

Obviously, this is great. All your strange little joke projects can be near-instantly materialized into reality. You can add to the world's surplus of shit that nobody needs for mere pennies. Total nirvana, right? Wrong: the next thing you want is more capability. It's incredible what you can already do, sure, sure, but now I want to be able to laser cut aerospace-grade titanium in my living room.

This sort of tension between can-do spirit and can't-do reality is what has gotten us this far, however. Even now, there are sleep-deprived hobbyists working hard on making sure that I can fill my entire house with noxious gases and fine mineral particulate. They want to help me construct a toaster entirely out of an alloy that we once had to trick the Soviet Union into letting us buy to turn into stealth bombers.

This is what real progress is, not that false thing that happens outside my house, at the place called "work." Here, no manager is going to stand over me and tell me that an inert nitrogen-purged atmosphere is probably not the same thing as a shag carpet for the purposes of welding. Thank you, hard-working weirdos.

Later, not now 😌

I hate rennovating stairs so goddamn much