Maybe, but look at the pinephone (also all linux users should be banned from ever naming anything, ever)

I want one. It has so many features I fucking love.

I’m way too computer stupid to make it work

Went on a spontaneous trip very recently.

Spent a little more money than I’m comfy with.

Truck sprung some issues.

Saw some things I would never have seen otherwise. Some beautiful things, creatures, happenings, and places.

I’ll fix the damn truck. Make the money back (or so)

Is it risk, or are you just being a pussy? Yeah, the human world sucks, but you don’t need all the garbage they sell you, and there’s worthwhile experiences you won’t get with your nose stuck down to the grindstone.

I bet you risk your life, limbs, and liberty every single day driving into work.

I’ve had multiple friends die driving. They never thought THAT was a risk.

Go somewhere you don’t plan to. It aint gonna last forever

It really is dead, isn’t it?

And how, precisely, am I supposed to tell random fucking jackoffs like in the story?

None of you fucks even know what a DNR is, means, what it looks like, and not a single one of you cunts could be expected to uphold it even if you were told.

You don’t get a special bracelet. This isn’t the ‘life alert’ infomercial. Tattoos mean absolutely nothing to medical professionals.

You literally have to have a DNR on file, active, in your county of residence, and they have to look it up. Which will not happen until you’re already admitted.

And if you get sent to a hospital in a different county? Because you’re visiting family or something? You’re fucked. You’re on a machine, keeping you alive. As long as your shitty relatives feel like it.

I have no desire to die incoherent in a hospital with no concept of what’s going on other than everything is uncomfortable. And with the united state’s version of healthcare, I will have to make sure I die somewhere else.

When I die, it isn’t fucking about you

Imagine, if you will, a world where things weren’t shitty for the sake of being shitty.

Where perhaps, good things could just be good.

I mean, yeah I am. I don’t trust a shop to do it

Ah yes, thousands and of other products built to be as or more disposable than the first element that blew.

Why do the boats keep coming, filled to the brim with garbage you never actually needed?

When I’m camping I take a memory foam mattress topped with a sheepskin.

Which is what we were sleeping on during that story.

Which is approximately 10,000% more comfortable than any cot I’ve ever used

This must be on modern monstrosities, I’ve literally never encountered this.

The newest vehicle I’ve ever had was a 95, and I am entirely unimpressed with anything made before 93

Are you stupid?

The vast majority of people living in Florida, didn’t build a fucking house there.

Most of the people living there, can’t afford a house.

Like yeah, fuck the vacationers, they’re probably the reason we’re reading an article about house insurance. But the people who were born there with all their family and friends there, what the fuck are they supposed to do

I’m never using biometrics on any device. Fuck that

Pipe down, you don’t even have a message

Oh the hell it will.

We could have a functional colony on the moon and mars if NASA got a quarter of the military budget.

Maybe, just maybe, we stop spending billions to kill brown people for no good reason, and spend a tiny fucking fraction of that to make our own part of the world Less of a shithole, instead of more

You know, not everyone living in Florida has a beachfront vacation home, right?

Not everyone living there chose to live there either.

Did you know people can be born places? With family? That aren’t rich?

Ugh. Jesus christ.

And yet, people living in vehicles are ‘homeless’ and looked down upon. They’ve left no room for anything else to be realistic

Hey, BRT is great! I’ll happily support that rather than building regular car infrastructure.

I also still vastly prefer the train. Or a ferry, if that’s an option.

Point not brought up by the other person: Bicycles. I am primarily a bike commuter, and have had one good experience with a bike and bus:

Last bus out of the city, like 2:30am. Driver has no time for our shit, tells us to bring them inside and hang on, to hell with the front rack. We didn’t even pay.

I’ve also had my bike half pop out of said front rack, get taco’d, and got absolutely nothing out of it. Totally fucked. No restitution.

Best case with bikes on a bus is you get lucky and get a spot, usually you’re better off just riding the whole way.

Trains, have room. Never not made a train with my bike.

Lol

Oh ho ho!

Well, are we talking stuff scored at the bar, or on the drunken stumble back?

Because I have a penchant for grabbing city property that’s been wiped out by some drunk driver already.

Bike racks. Innumerable signs and posts. A fire hydrant, a big fucking fatty, too. Car parts EVERYWHERE That yellow grippy stuff at the crosswalk. Many, many signs and posts. A whole assed traffic light (fucking finally)-not the post. Jesus, not the post. Yes, I tried. A wooden telephone pole (I had help, and we sang chanties while we did it) The lightbox with the little man and hand. It works! So does the traffic light :)

For the record, drinking and driving IS nevada’s state pasttime, and a friend of mine once scored two actual streetlights, posts and all. Bastard tried to sell them to me :/

Don’t let a couple kooks spook you.

If you’re rough on your body, they can be an absolute godsend.

I’m at the point where I can’t always get my skeleton to go back to where it ought to be, and a good chiro can find exactly which bones aren’t.

Last one I went to was during a bicycle tour. The campsite wasn’t ideal, and I awoke not being able to look left. Like at all. Turn to the right, ow that hurts, try to turn left, head stops straight forward, sharp spike of pain and no further movement.

Well whatever. Break camp, mount up, ride a couple miles. Now I’m warm and loose, right? Do some stretches. Go through as much of the routine as I can, get some pops and creaks, but still can’t turn my fucking head. Slightly better.

Pedaling like this is a fucking bastard, because it’s not just my neck, I’m all fucked up, but the road lies ahead and we go.

Get into town some hours later, have some lunch, a couple beers, still can’t move for shit, see a sign for a chiro. Guy does walk-ins, thank god. Gets what we’re doing, says ‘well, I’m never gonna see you again, so I’ll do the best I can in one go’

I think that motherfucker popped every goddamn vertebrae in the whole spine, and some of em twice.

Felt like a new man. Finally felt those beers. Rest of the tour went fine

I bet you like nuclear.