This one leans a bit toward the NSFW side, for obvious reasons. I was honestly surprised I found as many SFW pics as I did, given the poses and camera angles generally involved in showing off garter belts and what they’re attached to.
I’ve been too busy to do any 3D printing recently (everything’s still in boxes in the garage from the move), so I hadn’t checked in on OpenSCAD, which is a wonderful tool afflicted with cripplingly slow rendering. Fixed now:
The new Manifold renderer is much faster and multi-threaded, allowing significantly more complicated models.
Pretty sure the two-day priority mail package that was shipped from Texas on Wednesday won’t be getting here on time. It made it to Cincinnati by Friday, about 45 miles away, but on Saturday it went to Des Moines, Iowa, over 600 miles away. On Sunday it rested. Also Monday.
It left Des Moines at 3:25 AM Tuesday for Milan, Illinois, and arrived/departed at 6:33 AM. Maybe it’ll turn up in Indianapolis next.
(I’d prefer to have all packages delivered by Kiki, but she’s not available in my area)
The two-day package sent last Wednesday was finally delivered this Wednesday, after traveling from Texas to Cincinnati to Iowa to Illinois to Cincinnati to Dayton to Miamisburg.
It wasn’t what I ordered.
We’ll see how long it takes them to make a new one and ship it out, preferably not by USPS…
(I’ll let Megumin tell you how I feel…)
The early Buy-the-Bluray fan-service was a fake-out, and they really want to tell stories about how each girl comes to fall for Our Barista Hero. I stopped watching when Our Rocking Waifu finally had a concert.
Verdict: I should look up what else the character designer has done, to see if there’s a better show with girls that look like this.
(elf cheerleaders make much better waifus)
I’m out of anime now, but at least next Friday the new Zelda game comes out, so I’ve got something to look forward to. Based on the carefully-sanitized spoilers I’ve scrutinized, it’s worth the wait.
(Leafa-chan is unrelated but blonde and elf-y)
The glass-block window that had sprung multiple leaks during heavy rain has now been replaced, which when combined with the drainage work the landscapers did should keep my basement nice and dry and ready for finishing.
Except that the company stock dropped from 31 to 22 while I was waiting, so I really don’t want to start any big new house projects right now. Once they finish the landscaping and send the final bill, that’s going to be it for a while.
(we never got to see the hero’s reward in BotW, but one of the few minor spoilers I’ve read about Tears of the Kingdom is that five years later, the house that Link renovated is now referred to as “Zelda’s house”…)
Just under five years ago, I purchased the Amazon Fire TV Cube, with 4K streaming support. About two years ago, it started getting sluggish. Saturday at 5:45 PM, it collapsed under the weight of their UI updates, so I gave up and ordered a replacement, trading in my first-generation Fire TV to get 20% off. (seriously, it still streams 4K HDR video without a hitch, but it can’t keep up with the crufted-up user interface, and force-restarts every app when you switch between them)
They promised delivery between 4 AM and 8 AM Sunday.
It arrived at 7:20 PM Saturday. The faster CPU and increased RAM allows it to run the UI and stream video.
(unrelated angel-waifu Tia delivers)
Or, “how not to use social media to promote your work”. Richard Roberts, author of the fun “Please Don’t Tell My Parents”/Pennyverse novels, abandoned his Twitter account when Elon Musk bought the place, and he’d already abandoned his blog, so you have to follow the link to his non-book-related Tumblr and then follow the link to his book-related Tumblr.
Which you can’t read without a Tumblr account, because they very aggressively pester you for a login now after showing minimal content.
You know, like Twitter did before Elon Musk bought it…
Anyway, Please Don’t Tell My Parents I’m A Giant Monster came out a month ago.
(yes, NieR is still in limbo, kind of like Roberts’ internet presence)
I think I’m getting better at whittling down the archives. Or at least quicker…
I just received a package that Amazon sent to me in January (and quickly declared lost and replaced). Via USPS, of course.
(it had a note scrawled on the side “6.15 postage due”; I don’t know who they expect to collect that from)
Anker, maker of devices that transform AC current into USB charging, released a… Transformers tie-in model. Five months ago, but Amazon didn’t recommend it to me until today. Not that I’m in the market for one.
I’m not going to name-and-shame the vendor, yet, but I went looking for a good OWB mag carrier for a Ruger LCP Max, found a company in Texas that had a nice-looking product and advertised compatibility, and received something that was not only not left-handed, but that was so oversized that you could drop the mag in and rattle it around.
Turns out they didn’t have a sample in stock to form the kydex around, and guessed that it must be about the size of a Sig P365. But they didn’t have a sample for the .380 version of the P365, so they used the 9mm mag. And just in case it was a little too big, they included a replacement washer to narrow it down.
Closest thing I’ve got that fits in it is a .40 CZ-75B mag. I sent pictures off to the vendor, talked to them on the phone, and they said they’d stop at the nearby Cabelas, pick up the right mag, and make a replacement (properly left-handed). Even if the new one is correct, I definitely won’t order from them again, because if I wanted something generic that might kinda fit if you tweak it, I wouldn’t have ordered model-specific custom kydex.
(Tanya is not amused, and you know what that leads to…)
“The reason your 10-month-old air conditioner stopped working is that
the condenser fan crapped out, and it’s too late in the day for me to
call the warehouse, so we probably won’t be able to install a new one
So I spent a few days hiding in the cool, dry basement, with the 4 screened windows open at night to cool the place down. I have more than 4 windows, but to install the rest of the screens that have been sitting in boxes in the basement for 23 years, the blinds have to be taken down, and I was planning to replace them, until the Bidenhandler regime doubled down on destroying the country.
The repair was free under warranty, at least.
(speaking of warranties, I hope this “SF-like gun” comes with one…)
I have a set of first-generation Airpods Pro. The Apple-supplied earpads were (like many Apple products, including the Airpod cases) slippery and prone to falling out, so I bought third-party replacements, which lasted for quite a while before breaking off with half of it left in my ear.
I grabbed another set at Target, and they didn’t stay on the pods, didn’t fit my ears well, and of course didn’t have very good sound. So I threw these into my latest order, and the M size fits firmly and gives terrific sound and noise isolation.
Perhaps by no coincidence, they’re not made in China like most of the competition; they’re made in South Korea for the Japanese market.
…no matter how attractive the price. Why? Because this is bait-and-switch. The SKU is 53880 (cleanfire), and the description matches that product, but what they actually send out is SKU 53652 (indoor target). It took over a month to get them to resolve the problem with a refund, after weeks of back-and-forth in which they alternately claimed that they’d sent the correct stuff and promised to find it in their warehouse.
Ten days ago, they sent me an RMA label to return the wrong stuff (pro tip: do not take ammo to “The UPS Store”; they’re not UPS). On Monday, they swore the warehouse had found the 53880 and would ship it out that day. On Wednesday they finally gave up and refunded my money, but the incorrect listing is still up and “in-stock”. At no point in this process did they ever reach out to contact me; I always had to call and spend 15 minutes listening to really terrible hold music.
(now I have to figure out which credit card it got refunded to, because neither their site nor their emails include even a partial number…)
(update: ah, the only place your credit-card info appears is on the "billing information" page, and only for the most recent transaction, so if you bought something else after the refund was processed, it would disappear)
Nothing says sexy like a woman packing a pair of 44’s… and a gun.
Holding at two shows to watch: Ryza and Vending Machine.
(amusingly, the official abbreviation of the typically ridiculously long isekai title is jihanki)
…I am now a certified Range Safety Officer.
Surprisingly SFW set; I guess the folks on Pixiv have trouble tagging guns when there are nipples on display.
My house came with a flagpole mount by the front door, and filling it seemed like an obvious thing to do for Memorial Day. Except that the kit sold at Sam’s Club had a 1.25-inch pole and I had a 1-inch mount, so I had to take the old one off and install theirs.
Then I went to Home Depot, and discovered that every flag they sell comes with a 1-inch pole, so if this one ever wears out (and despite being “Made in the USA”, it’s built like Chinese junk), I may have to switch back.
(specifically, the plastic hooks that attach the flag to the pole don’t stay shut, and required a quick application of gaffer tape to keep my flag from ending up several blocks away; I’ll likely end up replacing them with wire)
A cookbook I bought my mom recently touted the virtues of long pepper, so I bought some on Amazon, five-star rating, Prime shipping.
When I shook some out into my hand, a live insect was included in the mix. Despite shipping directly from Amazon, this product could not be returned, replaced, or refunded. And Amazon deleted my one-star review for including the “no return/replacement/refund” line.
(…then I ordered from The Spice House, which has never included live bugs in any order…)
I was at a public indoor pistol range the day before Memorial Day, and there was a grizzled old Marine vet precisely and accurately putting holes in paper with a pistol-caliber carbine. He was in (unofficial) camo covered with USMC and related patches, and he was in the lane to my left. Every once in a while he’d switch guns and fill the center of the target with a single ragged hole with his .22. The range officer was standing a few yards behind him, and the two were discussing their service records as he shot.
That’s the setup. The twitch came when I went to throw away an empty ammo box, and saw his carbine swinging freely from the sling, alternately pointing at his own thigh and the RO’s foot. The RO who was too busy chatting up a fellow vet to do his fucking job.
Usually I’d have made a loud-but-polite request to inform the fool and get the attention of the RO, who’s often at the other end of the range when this sort of thing happens, but given the specific holiday and the fact that the RO was right there, I just casually pointed out the two-for-one deal he had on offer. The carbine was quickly unslung and set down, muzzle downrange.
Someone spammed the previous post with a sentence that read like it was generated with one of the recent AI chatbots, in order to appear related. But it couldn’t disguise the “career coaching” web site it wanted to send people to…