#recycle your auto

[cawreckers]

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[seat-safety-switch]

There's a really non-obvious consequence to all those "smart" appliances out there. Your average corporation lasts less than ten years before it's acquired, goes bankrupt, or is no longer doing the thing it first started out doing. However, all those internet-of-things gadgets still need someone to be paying the server bill, otherwise half of the features go "poof."

This is great for me: I get cheap appliances, tools, construction robots, and pseudo-sentient war machines because most of their functionality required a now-nonexistent web service to be working. For instance, this oven I pulled out of a ditch works perfectly fine to cook food, but the "Turkey Mode" that makes an obnoxious gobbling sound on Thanksgiving Day no longer activates on its own.

Not everything is as lucky. Lots of gadgets are just totally useless, so they get turned into other things. A lobotomized robot lawnmower quickly became a regular ol' human-operated lawnmower with the attachment of a Princess Auto two-stroke engine and a very, very long wood pole. And then there's the stuff that just gets plain weird.

A few weeks ago, I got a new microwave from the "gettin' spot." It was due to be recycled, to be turned into some other microwave. I figured it would still work perfectly fine, so I brought it home, plugged it in, and got ready to heat up some Pizza Pockets. Nothing doing: the screen had only one functional "app" remaining.

On its flickering high-dollar OLED screen, I saw the words "death prediction date." And, clicking on it, the microwave began to read out an entirely plausible date and cause for my personal demise. For a couple days after, guests to my house were also amazed by the microwave's chillingly reasonable projection of their inevitable fatal accident or terminal illness.

I'll never know why the Guangzhou Champion Home Appliance Company imbued the microwave with such an eerie memento mori, but I am grateful for it. The whole experience taught me that life is short, far too short to listen to some snarky-ass microwave that won't even cook a Pizza Pocket. If it's so smart, maybe it should have guessed that I was going to drag it behind my truck on the highway until the transformer – with its delicious, copper-rich windings – fell out.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

In an indictment last year involving an auto shop in New Jersey, the shop was accused of selling stolen converters to an unnamed, unindicted co-conspirator, which people with knowledge of the indictment identified as Dowa Metals and Mining America, a Japanese-owned smelter that calls itself “a gateway into the world of PGM metal recycling for North and South America.” [...]

A cottage industry of enablers has grown up around the market. To help thieves assess where and when to strike, the New Jersey auto shop sold access to apps that transmitted up-to-the-minute prices of the metals along with the estimated value of catalytic converters from different vehicles.

they were putting out bounty lists for catalytic converters. amazing.

[t-top-apologist]

There's a lot to be said for Electric cars. They're heavy, somehow unreliable, massive hunks of steel and toxic chemicals by design AND necessity, sometimes very fast, serve as status symbols for the insufferable, and are known for intermittently ramming into people and other cars. When you really look at it, the electric car is as distinctly American as Apple Pie, the Chevy Small Block, and smiling at strangers on the street.

Yet many commentators overlook the most American aspect of electric vehicles: Tax Evasion.

See, despite the hefty annual registration you pay to put a sticker on your license plate each year, the real road tax for most automobiles is exacted on each gallon of fuel burnt. It's only fair, as heavier cars tend to use more fuel, meaning the vehicles that are harder on the roads and the people that use them the most will on average pay more to repair them.

You can see now how EVs throw a wrench in that equation. Not only do they weigh as much as half a dozen Honda Citys (INCLUDING the Motocompo foldable scooter), but they don't use a lick of pump gas while auto-piloting backwards off the nearest overpass.

The Federal Government is doing its darndest to make sure EVs make up the bulk of daily commuters within the next [TIMEFRAME GOALPOST MOVED TO TEN YEARS PAST CLIMATE APOCALYPSE], and local municipalities are facing the prospect of repairing roads on reduced budgets while these ion-fueled freeloaders erode the asphalt further with their multi-tonne zero-emission smugness machines.

Previously I was the one with a near-local monopoly on evading fuel tax, thanks to my advanced E85 brewing setup made from a lapsed whiskey still I found in the woods and my personal recycling enterprise (stealing used cooking oil from fast food greasetraps, fighting the raccoons for access to the greasetraps, training the local possums in counter-raccoon tactics, fighting rogue possum factions for access to the greasetraps, enabling a cycle of inter-mammalian violence so that I can fill the tank on my $200 300D wagon).

Now the municipalities are talking about "reporting mileage" and "Paying $400 yearly for infrastructure upkeep." This is what EV owners would define as an "Externality," another very American ideal.

In the long run this will probably help me. Most of my odometers are broken, and even if they aren't, the average mileage on one of my cars is 15 miles, 17 if you count the time I had to roll it backwards down a hill and push it into my garage. It's just the principle of the thing, I say, fending off another well-armed possum militia dead-set on acquiring my remaining catalytic converters.

[trainalt22]

Guilt & Loss

Bad weather had cancelled Gordon's train, and he sat fuming in a siding at Tidmouth. Before they left, Gordon's crew parked him in the coach shed. It kept him dry for the most part, but he was still cold. "Damn this weather," he said, "the snow isn't even that deep. I've pulled the express through worse."

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and puffing, and Thomas shot past Gordon roughly shunting some (lucky non-sentient) trucks and vans. "BASTARDS!" Thomas screamed. "Genocidal maniacs! Fools! Arrogant idiots!" he shouted. Then Gordon heard something else, crying, and it looked like his ally needed someone to talk to.

"Thomas!" Gordon called out. "My good fellow, your boiler will freeze out there. Come join me in this nice shed."

Thomas froze, but he slowly and silently reversed next to Gordon. The big engine peeked into Thomas's cab, finding it empty. "Drive yourself, hmm?" he questioned. "Must be careful doing that. You could hurt yourself."

"Why me?" Thomas interrupted, but Gordon knew what he meant immediately.

"Because you're a lucky little Thomas. It may not seem like it now, but... you are." Thomas didn't respond.

"If I may, I didn't realize you had any siblings." Thomas shot Gordon a glare that looked like a mix of dread and anger.

Gordon decided to choose his next words very carefully, and he smiled. "It is good to see you again, 1034. Always good to see an LNER engine these days."

"I was a J72," Thomas croaked, tears hitting his running board. "They're all dead," he sobbed.

Gordon sat with the old soldier in solidarity. "You know, one of my sisters, she was so annoying. Only I had the patience for her. But her crew was so fed up with her, that the works rebuilt her with an auto-stoker. They made her fully autonomous and let her drive herself just because she was annoying." Thomas laughed

Gordon chuckled. "I wish they did that with Great Northern. He always was yammering on about proper procedures. My younger siblings would purposely break the smallest of rules just to annoy him."

Thomas cheered up at this. "How'd you figure it out, Gordon?"

"I had my reservations after you 'died,' but Edward wouldn't speak about you, so I assumed you died. But then this little blue tank engine comes rolling out of Crovan's Gate, and at first, I simply thought they recycled your parts. But I would overhear you and Edward, and it slowly fell in place. You used past tense too much in your early days."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Doubtful. Henry was still on odd jobs, and James was too self-conscious to have noticed. Only me, Edward, and Sir Topham, as far as I'm aware."

Thomas yawned. "Mmhm, good, good..."

"Hmph, sleep well, little Thomas. Sleep well."

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Gordon isn't an asshole all the time just most of it

It's nice to see Gordon be a role model for Thomas someone he can talk to

Yes engines can drive themselves this will kinda be a plot point in the main fic and yes this is going to be a fic I just need to bang out the rest of the timeline I'm in 57 rn

(This story takes place in 1964)

[findingmypeace]

I think all of us who have gone to ED treatment have encountered women who, like your roommate, have been fixed in their obsessive ways for decades. They are the most frustrating people to deal with as they can’t be reasoned with & are unable to see how extreme their behavior is. It’s like talking to a kid & I’d feel guilty for being angry bc it is sad they live like that. But the sadness of it doesn’t negate the injustice! I think most people would have lost their cool it in that scenario.

It is so tough. There is a part of me that has tremendous empathy for her. She has told me that her brother was schizophrenic and violent. I have empathy for that. But then she looked disgusted when I talked about *willingly* working with *dangerous* people and even more disgusted when I mentioned I saw my own therapist.

I know there is deep-seated trauma that hasn't been acknowledged probably since it happened. I also have empathy for how terrifying it is to even begin to think about opening that up. I can see how her behaviors are protective and a way to assert control. But when she starts telling me what to do with my belongings (telling me where I should get rid of piece of old furniture) and is upset when I choose to do something different, that control is infringing on my life, especially since that's only one of many times this has happened.

This is unrelated but also a vent: The whole AC issue. She acts so completely shocked that I use the ac/heat all day, all year. At least that's her interpretation of it. I have had to repeatedly explain the concept of an "auto" function for the ac/heat. She is so concerned that I 'never turn it off' but that is not true. It's on auto aka when it reaches the temperature it's set at, it turns OFFFF!!!! Automatically. If you don't hear it running then it's OFF! It's not ON. It's NOT costing money. I still don't think she gets it even though I've explained it to her four times now.

She also said that part of her reason for needing a separate trash can is that I don't recycle. This is also not true but she never allowed me to say it so I finally texted her and said I take my bottles to the recycling center and throw all of my boxes in the recycling dumpster in our parking lot. Now she had no response.

At this point, I spend most of my time either not at home or in my bedroom. I only hangout in the living room when she is not here. I don't like it but it's better than trying to maintain empathy, compassion, and patience when she clearly has no concept of anything outside of her own set of "rules" and acting superior to everyone who doesn't follow them.

[markwatsonsbooks]

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[gutsfics]

20, 29, and 47 for Neel Mo and Tag

20. What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times and never get tired of?

Neel's go-to book is Small Gods and his go-to movie is Clue <3

Mo doesn't exactly have a go-to book. sometimes its hard to find in-tact readable books in the nuclear waste land, so he doesn't really bother with them much, except to take ruined ones in for recycling at the Big Mountain. he does have a copy of D.C. Journal of Internal Medicine, but thats not exactly light beach reading. he hasn't ever seen a proper movie, just those informational videos inside the vaults he comes across

I don't think Tag has ever sat still long enough to finish a book Or a movie tbh. the last movie he went to in the theaters was in 2013 and he left before the first trailer before it even finished

29. What video game would appeal to them the best?

Neel's favorite games are Stardew Valley, Fallout: New Vegas, and Grand Theft Auto 5

i dont think Mo's ever had the opportunity to play a video game? but he would like old-school arcade games like Donkey Kong and Space Invaders. maybe like those hunting arcade games where the controller is a gun?

Tag would LOVE exploding shit in Minecraft and then get bored after a few minutes. hes not really a video game guy

47. What kind of first impression do they usually make?

Neel comes across as either hard working or socially awkward, depending on where you first meet him

Mo comes across as stoic, cold, and calculating. he's the kind of guy where if you put your hand out for a handshake, he'll just stare at in intensely until you get uncomfortable

Tag comes across as erratic and dangerous, unless you meet him as one of his therapy clients, in which case he'll seem like a normal dude? maybe a little off-putting but hey he gives really good advice and in genuinely helping you. and then you'll see a guy who looks just like him on the evening news laughing manically as he guns down half of the Los Santos police force by himself?

[factiousfcrged]

@draconisa / continued from [x]

It has never been said that Daenerys Targaryen is a good patient, and the reason for that is twofold: harm rarely comes to her person, and when it does, she handles it poorly. Like a wounded hunting cat, she seeks to hide herself away — analyzing the damage, licking her wounds, none the wiser to her misery. This isn’t going to be one of those times. For one thing, her erstwhile savior won’t let her; more importantly, she physically can’t. “I’m not — moving, it just—” hurts, she thinks, catching the word behind clenched teeth ( far be it for her to acknowledge weakness ). But it was only fair, given that the skin of her thigh’s opened up: it had caught on some bit of metal she hadn’t seen, tearing like so much tissue paper as it shredded through the skin. Dany isn’t afraid of blood. She isn’t even very squeamish, but there’s something decidedly different about it when it’s your flesh ripped apart, scarlet staining everything. Altogether, she’s not feeling very well. Leans back, exhaling through her nose in a meditative attempt at stillness. Her goddamn head is reeling. “Had my mag boots turned on.” Almost delirious, she’s half joking, but the truth lingers beneath. If the shoes hadn’t kept her on her feet, she would’ve hit something far more delicate as she inevitably toppled forward — like her heart, for instance.

"Yeah, you did," Amos agrees, which is about the closest he gets in this particular scenario to 'I told you so'. His tone is just this side of annoyed, though maybe it's more at himself than her -- he should've known better than to give the diminutive woman hard liquor, especially when she'd seemed so intent on trying to keep up with him ... and that was a feat that even Bobbie had a time doing. He'd figured here on the ship, the worst that might happen was she woke up with a killer hangover or upchucked in his machine shop which, while unpleasant, would've hardly been the worst mess he'd had to deal with on the Roci.

Clearly, though, he'd miscalculated her ability to get herself into trouble. He ripped open one of the pressure packs from the first aid kit that he'd recovered from under his work bench, pressing it onto either side of the gash and giving it the seconds it needed to clench into place - it would serve as a temporary measure to make sure she didn't bleed out before he could get her to the medbay. He took the time to toss the wrapping into the recycler and cork, and shove the bottle and the glasses they'd been drinking out of into one of the cabinets. Habit, hard to break, stow the loose items, then and there.

"Come on, Princess, release those mag locks," he instructed, waiting just long enough for her to do so before he scooped her up, pretty effortlessly, at knee and shoulders to carry her towards the medbay and the waiting auto doc. He'd have to come deal with the blood later. "Get you patched up and who knows, you might even have your first battle scar to show for it."

[cawreckers]

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[fastcarremovals2]

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This means that many Brisbane car owners do not have the luxury of trading their second-hand cars or selling them privately. All of which begs the question, how does one sell a wrecked vehicle without losing money and still make some?

Picture this: Your vehicle was involved in a collision and the restoration expenses are well above your reach. It's obvious to you daily, as it occupies your driveway and emits an obnoxious amount of lost value from the wasted space.

You feel it is still of some value but the idea of going through selling a car without flipping out beforehand is overwhelming. From listing the car to haggling with potential buyers and handling all of the paperwork — it can be a huge stress (especially when your car is anything but perfect). Moreover, it loses its value over time.

Then think about the aggravation and cost of fixing it up just to get rid of - when you could be using that same money as a small down payment on a lawn tractor. Even the repairs are not as big of an issue; they usually cost a lot to fix and take more time and there is no guarantee that you will recover your expenses in a sale.

What if I told you there is a way to sell your car for more money - and the managing process would be much quicker than selling it on Craigslist?

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[seat-safety-switch]

Once you've been a tourist to a place, you gain a sort of common language with other folks who have been there. If you want to make fast friends with someone, the best idea is to figure out if you've been to the same place and then start talking about it. For me, that place is junkyards, because that's the only place I go.

Visiting distant junkyards is often both pleasure and business for me. On long road trips, I like to unwind by surrounding myself with the rusty corpse of industrial automation. It's convenient, then, that I'm forced to visit nearly every junkyard I see on my travels, in order to get parts to keep the car I drove there going. In other words, I've seen a lot of junkyards.

All this means that when I meet another bad-car weirdo, we can instantly bond about their home junkyard.

"I loved how the forklift operator has that deft touch, didn't even collapse the frame rails on that mouldy '87 Bronco," I chirp.

"Oh, that thing has been there forever. You should have seen it, they put a hearse next to it once and the damn thing was stripped to the bone a day later," you remark, instantly warming to my bullshit and potentially letting me look at your hoard of parts and tools.

The only time this went wrong was in Ohio. In Ohio, it seems, the locals have their "favourite" junkyards. It's like a sports-team thing. They won't go to a rival yard, even if it has the exact part they need. I didn't know this before I piped off to a dude visiting my local junkyard, who it turns out was from Ohio. Once he realized that I had only been to Cuthbertson's AAA Auto Wreckers and never even set foot in his beloved Elmonston's AAAA Car Recyclers, he never spoke to me again, and I also didn't get a chance to ask him if he had seen any Honda CR-V picnic tables when he was down in that corner of the yard.

Outside of people from Ohio, though, I would say this is a good strategy to follow in life. Even if you don't get any parts out of the experience, you get to meet another strange gearhead, and enjoy a moment of kinship together, sitting in a junkyard full of other people's once-treasures, reflecting on how the passage of time corrodes everything beneath it. And also, sometimes they tell you where to get good tacos after you get that damn transmission out.

[doraemonfanclub]

Introducing the dorayaki that recycles when you eat it. Throw it in your mouth, munch it, it auto-recycles, a new dorayaki right back at you. Magic!

[originemesis]

🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . // opal wanna spar the boy

Well, when the commander decides that the Exorcist branch needs something as far as training goes to occupy their day in absence of their usual clucky leader who was apparently off spending his afternoon filling the white board walls of Sera's so called 'Adam Punishment Room' with affirmations such as 'I will not whip it out for a Deez Nutz punchline-', Abel is not one to question his choices, even when they involve lining him and a few other mortal members of the Legion up a yard across from where the Exorcist's seemed...to be making a boisterous affair of who stood where in their line as if there were a pecking order to such matters.

He had his doubts, of course- mostly because these sorts of friendly engagements had no place for heavy armor or the guns they usually employed against hell's masses, and though he was assured that Michael wouldn't ask him to be there if he posed the risk of being spotted by his father sans his uniform, well... his blank, gilded gaze remained on a silent swivel- just in case he needed to play the ill recruit and shove his head in the nearest bin. Well, at least they weren't sparring in a bathroom...his mind wanders, a twitch of his temple indicating he was far luckier to be presented with the option of recycling bins over a porcelain bowl that might end up auto flushing like it did the time he'd stopped to tie his shoe a little too close for comfort...the comfort being the experiment behind using the lid as a chin rest while doing so.

It's a snap of fingers administered between the glaze of his expression that clears the muddled gold of its cloud cover, and he straightens his shoulders while peering down at...oh, one of them? Had she sauntered over while he was thinking about toilets?

Awk-ward...

"Hi- yes. Did we get paired for the exercise? I wasn't thinking about when toilets attack if that's what it looked like! That...hard anyway." Honesty in heaven was the best policy...until it wasn't. "

With a nervous laugh and a peeled flutter of grayish blue wings, he slips out the shepherd's cane tucked beneath one and flips it into place along the span of his arm as he waited for her to do the same and meet his engagement stance, but not without parting with the usual sentiment shared between the mortal branch of the Legion when letting their squadron know they were locked in to their task. No more toilet thoughts-

"Ready and able."

[autistictaylorhebert]

Here's a trigger I used a couple years ago, I think it's pretty fun:

You've always been obsessed with acting 'noble', and base all of your behavior around that ideal. Most people just write you off as eccentric, but what they don't realize is the amount of money that you have to spend to maintain this image. At first, you can keep afloat through a combination of a relatively well-paying job and bank loans, but eventually, you're unable to continue borrowing. This forces you to start borrowing money from more and more unsavory sources, but you need it to maintain your image, so you bite the bullet. Eventually, you sink into enough debt that you can't keep up with the installments, and this causes the gang you've been borrowing from to pay you a visit. They drag you outside, and beat you up to make an example out of you. As they beat you, you realize that there's no way you'll be able to maintain the facade of nobility. You trigger.

ooooo i like this one...

The changer/identity stuff feels pretty apparent here. They're maintaining a presentation/facade and the trigger happens when this becomes impossible.

This reads like a tinker trigger to me. They're struggling to do something over a long period of time, and look for solutions in multiple places to make it happen.

Lack of resources/money -> resource tinker, or a power with a resource/fuel mechanic if they aren't a tinker.

The parahuman gets physically beaten up, so they should maybe get a brute capability or something similar.

"Ascot" triggers as the kind of tinker able to quickly make sophisticated devices out of scrap and shitty materials. They can build electric swords and armour, as well as replacement body parts and auto-surgery devices. Most of their body-tinkering won't go deeper than skin and muscle, but the appearance is what is most important to them.

The first blueprint that arrives in their mind might be an artificial replacement facial structure, that can be made out of a variety of parts, and can be shifted (with a remote control) to assume different identities.

The main issue that Ascot struggles with is a partial inability to repair their tech, and it breaks down comparatively quickly. Instead of an easy repair or re-calibration, each time their gear breaks down, at least one component is irreparably broken and requires wholesale replacement.

This causes an insatiable need for new materials, and/or the resources to slowly recycle them. It's made worse with low quality scap, which breaks down faster (even if it performs/functions just as well as higher grade stuff), but even more expensive material breaks down eventually.

They're constantly aware of how much time, for example, their artificial arm muscles will need replacement, how long before their self cleaning armour will stop working, and how long before the image they're projecting breaks down.

[shygals-slophouse]

what's your workflow pleading emoji

Glad you asked! The app ate my first writup 🫠, so hopefully this still covers enough. I can take follow-up questions as needed. If you have specific questions and google hasn't helped, consider sharing a best-effort attempt of what you've tried so far. Catbox is an img host that preserves metadata.

Basics: I've got a 3080 and Auto1111's webui. Furry checkpoint is EasyFluff, for anime either PoundcakeMix or PerfectWorld.

No recommendations for photoreal as I don't mess around nearly as much with the stuff. I both have less interest and find it way easier to "get wrong" and make something uncanny and gross. I don't touch deepfakes / "specific real person" at all. My advice for what I've posted previously is "gen with an anime model, upscale with a photoreal model"

For "extra large" figures, HyperFusion and JumboVenus are good lora options, and both seem to work with most checkpoints regardless of style.

More image generator talk under the clip.

Key plugins are Tag Auto-complete (for danbooru/e621 tag assistance) and Dynamic Prompts (for wildcards - adding variety within batches, as well as testing impact of specific tag sets)

For wildcards, there are broad collections available, but consider starting with your own short lists to get a feel for how they work. Using someone's list of a million expressions is cool, but having your own curated list of 3-6 "baseline" expressions (with a few tags and emojis each) to play with is nice so you get used to whats available.

The best advice I can (give regardless of level of experience) is to find a source like Civitai that can show you images with their metadata so you can copy and build off others (hello, /trash/! 💖) . Beyond that: patience, rerolling & refining.

As for actual workflow, I often start with a vague idea and a bunch of wildcards in txt2img. So, if I wanted "big boob anime lady in nature" I might start with a prompt like "1girl, solo, smug, huge breasts, thick_thighs, __color__ tank top, shorts, outside, __location-natural__" where the __location-natural__ part is a wildcard list with things like "garden, forest, meadow" and __color__ is a list of colors. I can generate a batch of 6 in ~90sec, so there's a lot of rerolling, editing prompts, and discarding junk.

Sidebar: There's "quality tags" and negative embeddings involved as well, but I don't have a consistent set I use every single time. Steal and tweak prompts until you find things you like and either save them as "styles" in the webui or put them in a wildcard list. Also, remember that any image you gen has tags saved in it so you can reference your earlier stuff and mix it around.

If you're not sure of how to ask for something, look up existing images on danbooru/e621 and check the tags used. Tag wikis and related tag lists are helpful: You can dump a list of tags into a wildcard file and see which work.

When I get a gen that's what I'm looking for, I recycle the seed and run the same prompt again with hi-res fix to upscale it. If something is close but not quite what I want, I send to img2img to upscale in batches of 3, as well as tweak the prompt. If needed, I'll copy the low-res image to photoshop for edits and img2img that. Have you ever done a shitty image morph? i2i will take your sloppy/lazy edits and reincorporate them into a coherent image.

Beyond that, it's patience (lots of tweak & reroll), experimentation, and research. Controlnets and Regional Prompting are tools to look into to help get stuff the generator struggles with out of the box. Also, you can set the --listen command flag in the webui-user.bat to expose the webui to your local network so you can prompt from another device (I do most of mine from a tablet on a couch).

Now go and show us what you come up with, anon!

Here's a self-portrait to get you started: I won't tell you the full set of specifics here, but hopefully the alt-text can get you going. This one was genned using PoundcakeMix, upscaled with a blended anime model, lorae are from Civitai, detail tags are from the shygalv3 lora example images, and the negative embeddings are from a furry model but seem to work just fine here. You may notice the tags don't quite align with the final result - that's the way the slot machine goes.