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Cake day: February 12th, 2025

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  • It’s why I live so much commercial stuff and things like bacnet.

    Everything basically is just basic I/O with either analog or digital signal wires. Well documented. But it typically requires lots of actual wires running back to a controller.

    I hate how consumer stuff is all different connections in so many different ways and they don’t care if they deprecate a feature or something. What works today can be fucked up because they have unilateral control to change how their shit works in “updates.”










  • First time? Uhh. I think it was a car crash that rolled an SUV onto our driveway.

    Since then, a couple wildfires, usually already reported, but I don’t want the bystander effect to cause the fire to spread. Several other car crashes, one I parked in front of a motorcycle that went down and another where a drunk man took down a street light and got his car stuck. One I directed others to call for a heart attack and another I was doing CPR and had someone else call for a cardiac arrest.

    Never been scared to call, usually just what had to be done. I learned some time that it was better for a dozen people to call than for no one to, assuming someone else would call. It’s not like there is a downside to calling.






  • Weirdly enough. That was the secret I had for getting laid. I had a reputation for being a bit of a slut. I never had any expectation whenever I went on a date or started flirting. Mind you, I never tried to get laid. I just wanted to hang out with people I enjoyed.

    But because I never expected sex, or even anything at all. It put the women I dated at ease. They knew they could be themselves and it was up to them if anything happened. They felt safe and so they often would initiate something. I had a few that ended up disappointed because nothing happened when we went out, because I just didn’t feel it.

    Some of the best dates I ever had were the ones where before I met them they told me that nothing was gonna happen or they didn’t like me in that way. We still went out and we still had a great time. I loved those dates, because even though I didn’t expect anything anyway, I didn’t have that tension and we could just have a good time. I loved being friends with women who had boyfriends for the same reason. I never saw them as available so neither they or their boyfriends ever were worried about us hanging out.


  • I worked at Disneyland. I met and dated plenty, it’s not so hard to learn to be social when you spend every day meeting thousands of people. Mostly dated fellow cast members.

    I ended up meeting the women I would grow to love during that time. We went on one date and ended up just being friends. We both misunderstood each other’s signals. She ended up deployed and we fell out of touch. Nearly 10 years later, she had a daughter and was going through a divorce. We randomly started chatting again, and she wanted to have some fun. I invited her to a few things, and while I thought I was putting out signals, she didn’t notice. And she was putting out signals that I missed. So we just ended up as friends and I even wingmanned for her.

    Eventually, drunk at a game night we discussed our lone date and our missed signals. We both realized that we liked each other. But we both didn’t want anything serious. She was just getting out of her marriage and I was planning a move halfway across the country. So we started fooling around, hooking up.

    Well, best laid plans and all that. We ended up starting to really care for each other. She introduced me to her daughter. And over a trip where I was checking out the house I was about to buy and she was in Paris for her mother’s honeymoon we were texting none stop. When we finally met again, I confessed my love for her. And we’ve been a thing ever since.




  • I’ve known pets that had lost their owners and just stopped eating. They got super depressed, lost the will to go on, and let themselves slip away.

    I had to put my dog down a few years ago. He was in late stages of kidney failure. He probably wasn’t going to live more than a few more days anyway. I spent the entire day with him, gave him everything he could want.

    It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Even thinking about him years later still brings me to major tears.