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INCHI DICKARI
Aug 23, 2006

by FactsAreUseless

piss boner posted:

6am is either the sound of bacon cooking or the sweet sweet sounds of gently caress noises. You gotta be quiet in the early hours so daddy can nurse his hangover. :v:

"Sorry Joe, can't play the war horns on pursuit today. Yeah, couldn't get a sitter and I woke up feeling a bit poo poo from staying up too late last night with the little ones, you know how it goes. Ah well, you have to make certain sacrifices in life for the ones you love, and that all started riiiiiiighhhhhhttttt......abouuuuuuuuuuuut........here."

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CAT INTERCEPTOR
Nov 9, 2004

Basically a male Margaret Thatcher

VikingSkull posted:

fury road is basically our woodstock

Years will pass and the rite of AI passage will be Fury Road.

Mooseykins
Aug 9, 2013

Triangle tits and an annoying sex voice?

Fuuuuck youuuuu sluuuut!

14 INCH SLIT posted:

I wonder if that's what schizophrenia is like, just having a fundamentally distorted view of the world that you are unable to understand because the part thats feeding you the faulty information happens to be the one running the show :stare:

No, schizophrenia is seeing/hearing things that aren't there. So like like hearing voices, people talking to you or seeing things that's all in your mind.

Liquid Communism
Mar 9, 2004


Out here, everything hurts.




14 INCH SLIT posted:

6am we sound the superchargers, not god damned church bells

I really wish I could justify something in the absurdly large and 'charged range so when the Idiot down the street with the rotted out 'stanced' Civic with a busted up rattle canned body kit and a fart can feels the need to gun it up and down the road at 3am, I can return the favor at dawn.

Olympic Mathlete
Feb 25, 2011

:h:

14 INCH SLIT posted:

"Sorry Joe, can't play the war horns on pursuit today. Yeah, couldn't get a sitter and I woke up feeling a bit poo poo from staying up too late last night with the little ones, you know how it goes. Ah well, you have to make certain sacrifices in life for the ones you love, and that all started riiiiiiighhhhhhttttt......abouuuuuuuuuuuut........here."

Sir Pukesalot
Nov 3, 2012

MrChips posted:

On a totally unrelated note...I don't know if you guys remember, but a long time ago in one of the chat threads I made a comment that it might be fun to set up a competition with Automation (the car design/tycoon game on Steam) to design something, like an engine or a car, and have them compete against one another. Well, after some time fumbling around with different ideas, I might have come up with a heck of a formula for this...who's down for an Automation-based Goon GT series?

Re-posting this for MrChips. We need this!


Ferremit posted:

I need to go see this movie...

Me to, last month has been busy, and the next month will move fast with preparing for exams, so i won't see it in cinemas, guess i'll have to wait until it's available on Netflix.

Should i get the gang tag? I mostly lurk here (the only thing I've given to this forum is a steam group..).

FAT32 SHAMER
Aug 16, 2012



Cakefool posted:

My favourite part of that movie was two hours long

Phone
Jul 30, 2005

親子丼をほしい。
Lol I got a gang tag and I haven't even seen the movie.

Thanks ioc, or my AI secret summer santa

INCHI DICKARI
Aug 23, 2006

by FactsAreUseless
Far as I can tell, theres nothing poser about the tag for people on the fence. When I suggested it, I thought more of how as stated this is pretty much the most flawless Automotive Insanity: the Movie that also happens to be Mad Max, and the guy who whipped up the design everyone loved picked the Black Thumbs because as the AI Mad Max low life ne'erdowells it made more sense to use their term for turning wrenches. I'm pretty sure grab it while its hot, pile on the war rig, and lets go loving huff some paint already jesus christ

freelop
Apr 28, 2013

Where we're going, we won't need fries to see



Are people just lifting the gifs from the trailers or is there a rip of the film about?
I'd love an av of the bullet farmer when he has the flare held to his face but I don't think that's in the trailer.

Coredump
Dec 1, 2002

14 INCH SLIT posted:

I got heat stroke in mildly humid 70s weather and while I'm recovering just too fine im still apparently too retarded to figure out the correct formatting I need

:stare: Bruh, you would die down here in Georgia.

Fender Anarchist
May 20, 2009

Fender Anarchist

freelop posted:

Are people just lifting the gifs from the trailers or is there a rip of the film about?
I'd love an av of the bullet farmer when he has the flare held to his face but I don't think that's in the trailer.

People are making them in the CD Mad Max thread, might have luck asking there.

Lonos Oboe
Jun 7, 2014

freelop posted:

Are people just lifting the gifs from the trailers or is there a rip of the film about?
I'd love an av of the bullet farmer when he has the flare held to his face but I don't think that's in the trailer.

Buy the ticket, take the ride. You owe George Miller you gently caress. Burn it into your retina, make a gif tattoo of your skin. AWWWOOOOGA HONK HONK! steering wheel altar!

Queen_Combat
Jan 15, 2011
So I just have to buy it as an avatar, then copy the image location, and img tag it into the title box?

INCHI DICKARI
Aug 23, 2006

by FactsAreUseless

Geirskogul posted:

So I just have to buy it as an avatar, then copy the image location, and img tag it into the title box?

Nah the trick was simpler, right click on the one in the avs, and just put it in [img] brackets a space below the bottom of your text

ie:

Queen_Combat
Jan 15, 2011
:boom:

Thanks. It's been awhile since the last change.

fjelltorsk
Sep 2, 2011

I am having a BALL
So uhm, i was on my first proper inspection in my new business. 8 story hotel that is getting built. And i am scared off the sheer incompetance some builders have. When i read the spec sheets i was optimistic, they had gone for very good fire cell isolation with fireproof doors, ventilation and a high enough grade of fireproof insulation that this building should be very well protected from fire spreading between rooms and they had a good plan for smoke ventilation meaning that evacuation should be fairly safe in case of a fire. However. On every floor they had 4 linen rooms and a tech room where the electric panels, wifi and tv stuff was placed. In these five rooms with flammable content they had loving cut a 60cm x 60cm hole in the fire insulated wall leading to an cable shaft that went from the garage in the basement to the top floor. They also had conduit channels leading from these utility rooms completly without any way of stopping heat, firegases or smoke from seeping into the standard hotel rooms.

because i am so pissed i figured i would be kind enough to write up to quick scenarios to show how this is a bad idea.

#1 A car catches fire in the basement garage next to the paper and cardboard containers placed directly below the cable shaft, the fire spreads to the dry cardboard and hot flammable gases is released up to the grated of cable shaft. This gas is led into the linen cabinets on floors 1-8. When the smoke seeps into neighbouring rooms the fire alarm goes of in these floors aswell. The cabinets on the lower floors have started smoldering due to the heat and debris comming up the shaft. A well meaning maid opens one of the linen cabinets on the second floors in search of an extinguisher and causes a influx of oxygen to the smoldering fire. You know have a channeled structural fire over several floors.

#2 Everytime an electrical component in the tech rooms fails or lets out a small puff of air this will spread to neighbouring rooms, setting of the fire alarm. This wears on the staff of the hotel, who gets a habit of cancelling the response from the fire department without further investigation. When scenario #1 happens (ore one of the many others like it) help will be delayed by minutes in a fight that is all about the seconds in the initial response

Bonus fact: No smoke detectors in the linen or tech rooms...

Opening day in six weeks? not gonna happen dude

BrokenKnucklez
Apr 22, 2008

by zen death robot

Liquid Communism posted:

I really wish I could justify something in the absurdly large and 'charged range so when the Idiot down the street with the rotted out 'stanced' Civic with a busted up rattle canned body kit and a fart can feels the need to gun it up and down the road at 3am, I can return the favor at dawn.

Detroit 2 stroke diesel :smug:

Turbo Fondant
Oct 25, 2010

BrokenKnucklez posted:

Detroit 2 stroke diesel :smug:

Counterpoint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSXKCG53zaA
And by that I mean there is no counterpoint, AI needs Detroit swaps

Powershift
Nov 23, 2009


New GTA 5 update. It looks like it's going to end up looking more cadillac than lincoln, but it's probably the closest i'll get to having my car in a video game :unsmith:


Seat Safety Switch
May 27, 2008

MY RELIGION IS THE SMALL BLOCK V8 AND COMMANDMENTS ONE THROUGH TEN ARE NEVER LIFT.

Pillbug
I don't think any game that doesn't end in "Boat Simulator" is going to accurately simulate your car. I think I could parallel park my Miata inside your rolling Versailles if you opened the passenger door.

Motronic
Nov 6, 2009

fjelltorsk posted:

So uhm, i was on my first proper inspection in my new business. 8 story hotel that is getting built. And i am scared off the sheer incompetance some builders have.

Welcome to my (former) world. It's amazing how it seems no one actually thinks through the ramifications of their action when they start making poo poo up rather than following the reviewed, sealed and approved plans.

InitialDave
Jun 14, 2007

I Want To Believe.

Motronic posted:

Welcome to my (former) world. It's amazing how it seems no one actually thinks through the ramifications of their action when they start making poo poo up rather than following the reviewed, sealed and approved plans.
This is a chunk of what I have to deal with, too. I think anyone in a specialised industry or working with anything safety-critical sees it constantly.

Seat Safety Switch
May 27, 2008

MY RELIGION IS THE SMALL BLOCK V8 AND COMMANDMENTS ONE THROUGH TEN ARE NEVER LIFT.

Pillbug

Tommychu posted:

Counterpoint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSXKCG53zaA
And by that I mean there is no counterpoint, AI needs Detroit swaps

I slam my hand into the main shifter, grabbing onto a blinking 8-ball and shoving the transmission into third. My fingers roll off the knob in a spiderlike bundle onto the range selector, flicking the polycarbonate skull’s eyes from red to blue as the gearbox bangs into single underdrive. I resume my brutal assault on the Detroit’s internals without so much as breathing on the clutch pedal, inwardly pleased that I can drive this twin-stick diesel beast like an old school long-haul trucker.

The Corvette and I go back not so long compared to my other cars; the battered ‘70 showed up as part of a multi-car auction that I inexplicably won after my ridiculous drunken lowball bid. All the other cars departed long ago, but the Corvette somehow stayed and mutated, like stubborn homeowners refusing to abandon the equity in their Chernobyl fixer-upper.

Over the years the fence-quality candy apple custom paintjob melted off the front of the car. For awhile the car was used as a test surface for spray paints of various techniques and materials, but it appears to have finally settled on a combination of wind-blasted rattle can black and sunburnt body damage for its mating plumage.

Beneath the capacious yet still crudely Sawzalled fiberglass hood, an angry Detroit Diesel 4-53 two stroke pounds away at its motor mounts and flywheel like they owe it money. Keeping an engine like this on the boil is no easy task, between its nega-Honda redline and ear-bleeding volume at virtually every RPM other than idle. That’s where the twin stick comes in.

The original manufacturer of this Corvette would be aghast to see what has become of what they laughably called frame rails. In order to fit the elephantine transmission, there was no shortage of hammer and dolly - mostly hammer - work involved.

My reverie about the cleverness of the build comes to a short end as I stop for a stoplight, being able to hear the stereo for the first time in about an hour. A 1979 VW Rabbit cabriolet pulls up next to me. The owner grins, revs the engine and emits a compelling turbo shriek and dark clouds of rich exhaust from a hidden side exit vacuum cutout. I raise my eyebrow, now finally intrigued.

Fender Anarchist
May 20, 2009

Fender Anarchist

Seat Safety Switch posted:

I slam my hand into the main shifter, grabbing onto a blinking 8-ball and shoving the transmission into third. My fingers roll off the knob in a spiderlike bundle onto the range selector, flicking the polycarbonate skull’s eyes from red to blue as the gearbox bangs into single underdrive. I resume my brutal assault on the Detroit’s internals without so much as breathing on the clutch pedal, inwardly pleased that I can drive this twin-stick diesel beast like an old school long-haul trucker.

The Corvette and I go back not so long compared to my other cars; the battered ‘70 showed up as part of a multi-car auction that I inexplicably won after my ridiculous drunken lowball bid. All the other cars departed long ago, but the Corvette somehow stayed and mutated, like stubborn homeowners refusing to abandon the equity in their Chernobyl fixer-upper.

Over the years the fence-quality candy apple custom paintjob melted off the front of the car. For awhile the car was used as a test surface for spray paints of various techniques and materials, but it appears to have finally settled on a combination of wind-blasted rattle can black and sunburnt body damage for its mating plumage.

Beneath the capacious yet still crudely Sawzalled fiberglass hood, an angry Detroit Diesel 4-53 two stroke pounds away at its motor mounts and flywheel like they owe it money. Keeping an engine like this on the boil is no easy task, between its nega-Honda redline and ear-bleeding volume at virtually every RPM other than idle. That’s where the twin stick comes in.

The original manufacturer of this Corvette would be aghast to see what has become of what they laughably called frame rails. In order to fit the elephantine transmission, there was no shortage of hammer and dolly - mostly hammer - work involved.

My reverie about the cleverness of the build comes to a short end as I stop for a stoplight, being able to hear the stereo for the first time in about an hour. A 1979 VW Rabbit cabriolet pulls up next to me. The owner grins, revs the engine and emits a compelling turbo shriek and dark clouds of rich exhaust from a hidden side exit vacuum cutout. I raise my eyebrow, now finally intrigued.

Gingerbread House Music
Dec 1, 2009

by FactsAreUseless
Lipstick Apathy
BRB, trading subaru for a s/c sbc van and a nomadic lifestyle. Thanks <s>obama</s>max.

Tony quidprano
Jan 19, 2014
IM SO BAD AT ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT F1 IN ANY MEANINGFUL WAY SOME DUDE WITH TOO MUCH FREE MONEY WILL KEEP CHANGING IT UNTIL I SHUT THE FUCK UP OR ACTUALLY POST SOMETHING THAT ISNT SPEWING HATE/SLURS/TELLING PEOPLE TO KILL THEMSELVES
Remind me to read up on your tumblr SSS.

Seat Safety Switch
May 27, 2008

MY RELIGION IS THE SMALL BLOCK V8 AND COMMANDMENTS ONE THROUGH TEN ARE NEVER LIFT.

Pillbug

1500quidporsche posted:

Remind me to read up on your tumblr SSS.

I could see it all from my perch at the restaurant, trying to engage in conversation with my lovely companion while also keeping an eye on the unfolding anthropological experiment. The Trans Am Turbo wasn’t my usual date-night vehicle, but then this wasn’t your usual date night.

The oldest and most experienced of the valets stepped forward through the quivering wall of terrified newbies, shoving the smallest of them aside, considering him with a half-sneered contempt as he confidently reached out and grabbed the polished stainless-steel button that would release the compressed-air central locking system. On cue, the beast burst forth with 30psi of built-up pressure, causing the nearest of the junior valets to involuntarily void his bowels.

This was going to be no ordinary drive to the storage lot, but the gravity of the story he had just written himself into had managed to escape him up until this point. Presumably he had been getting baked with the short-order chef in the alley, hadn’t seen, heard or felt the brutish Pontiac arrive and so was happy in his hubris to discard the advice that his amygdalae were screaming at him, drowned out by the need to be stronger - a more suitable mate - than the herd.

His memory of his frumpy wife, a long-distant bar room conquest, kissing him goodbye in the morning had began to fade as surely as the interior carpet of the Trans Am. He stepped over the WRC door bars, grabbed ahold of the engine start switch and engaged it, and then he truly knew fear.

I chuckled in half-empathy, remembering my first time with the Turbo.

I wasn’t worried for its health. I learned early on that any door dings, scrapes or frame bendings that it had picked up during the course of its adventures would heal gradually with the sickening crush of popping metal after long enough parked in the garage. It was as if the crude F-body refused to accept an interpretation of reality in which it was not on the streets, not running. I would find that cars parked next to it would develop spontaneous battery drains, with the Trans Am sitting appealingly next to their dead shells, its pearl chocolate paint glowing softly in the vaseline-soaked dream that my garage fluorescents promoted.

The Pontiac engaged the central locking without his request, and he could see the hood-mounted boost gauge gently throbbing, its retrofit OLEDs burning a hole through his optical nerve directly into the parietal lobe. Before the Turbo, he was a normal man, with hopes, dreams and fears. After the Turbo, he was a passenger.

I returned to the conversation with my dinner date, trying not to jump in on her sentences about her day job with interjections about carburetors or LD28 cranks. She would never understand the Trans Am, especially after she saw what it had done later that night.

CommieGIR
Aug 22, 2006

The blue glow is a feature, not a bug


Pillbug
Ugh, dilemma.

My father's boss has offered me an interview for a Development Operations position at their company for doing roll outs of systems, which is right up my alley and what I did before school. It comes with a major pay jump.

But at my current job, which is just Sys Admin, I have a lot of free reign and freedom to make the calls I need to make to get poo poo done, not to mention flexible hours.

:ohdear:

Queen_Combat
Jan 15, 2011

Seat Safety Switch posted:

I could see it all from my perch at the restaurant, trying to engage in conversation with my lovely companion while also keeping an eye on the unfolding anthropological experiment. The Trans Am Turbo wasn’t my usual date-night vehicle, but then this wasn’t your usual date night.

The oldest and most experienced of the valets stepped forward through the quivering wall of terrified newbies, shoving the smallest of them aside, considering him with a half-sneered contempt as he confidently reached out and grabbed the polished stainless-steel button that would release the compressed-air central locking system. On cue, the beast burst forth with 30psi of built-up pressure, causing the nearest of the junior valets to involuntarily void his bowels.

This was going to be no ordinary drive to the storage lot, but the gravity of the story he had just written himself into had managed to escape him up until this point. Presumably he had been getting baked with the short-order chef in the alley, hadn’t seen, heard or felt the brutish Pontiac arrive and so was happy in his hubris to discard the advice that his amygdalae were screaming at him, drowned out by the need to be stronger - a more suitable mate - than the herd.

His memory of his frumpy wife, a long-distant bar room conquest, kissing him goodbye in the morning had began to fade as surely as the interior carpet of the Trans Am. He stepped over the WRC door bars, grabbed ahold of the engine start switch and engaged it, and then he truly knew fear.

I chuckled in half-empathy, remembering my first time with the Turbo.

I wasn’t worried for its health. I learned early on that any door dings, scrapes or frame bendings that it had picked up during the course of its adventures would heal gradually with the sickening crush of popping metal after long enough parked in the garage. It was as if the crude F-body refused to accept an interpretation of reality in which it was not on the streets, not running. I would find that cars parked next to it would develop spontaneous battery drains, with the Trans Am sitting appealingly next to their dead shells, its pearl chocolate paint glowing softly in the vaseline-soaked dream that my garage fluorescents promoted.

The Pontiac engaged the central locking without his request, and he could see the hood-mounted boost gauge gently throbbing, its retrofit OLEDs burning a hole through his optical nerve directly into the parietal lobe. Before the Turbo, he was a normal man, with hopes, dreams and fears. After the Turbo, he was a passenger.

I returned to the conversation with my dinner date, trying not to jump in on her sentences about her day job with interjections about carburetors or LD28 cranks. She would never understand the Trans Am, especially after she saw what it had done later that night.

shy boy from chess club
Jun 11, 2008

It wasnt that bad, after you left I got to help put out the fire!

Just got back, SHINY AND CHROME. That poo poo was loving awesome.

Arriviste
Sep 10, 2010

Gather. Grok. Create.




Now pick up what you can
and run.
:golfclap: @ SSS

:perfect:

BloodBag
Sep 20, 2008

WITNESS ME!



Well goons, looking at what they're doing to our hours at the shop, it's looking like I'm gonna have to fire sale everything to keep a roof over our heads :smith: I'm thinking of selling the miata, hopefully getting around $11K and picking up a protege. I've had two of them already and they were good cars. I just need something to get to work that's reasonably reliable. I'd be taking my life in my hands every day if I rode to work thanks to Houston's horrible cycling infrastructure.

this is what I had in mind. I avoid the honda tax and hopefully get enough cash to keep things going for a few months. I talked with my parents and they said to *not* cash-out re-fi because most people lose their houses that way.

I'd use the leftover money to hopefully eke out of one or two debts and get my monthly minimum expenses under what I make on 40 hours a week. Any thoughts on 2003 Proteges?

Any goons interested in a Tourmaster flex 3 moto jacket in light grey, medium?

Maker Of Shoes
Sep 4, 2006

AWWWW YISSSSSSSSSS
DIS IS MAH JAM!!!!!!
In Texas and this humidity is killing me. I know it's 108 degrees back home but I'd rather be in that. This poo poo is for the loving birds and I don't know how you whackjobs do this.

Queen_Combat
Jan 15, 2011

Fart Pipe posted:

Just got back, SHINY AND CHROME. That poo poo was loving awesome.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

:boom:

Rhyno
Mar 22, 2003
Probation
Can't post for 10 years!
So, the Mustang.

Turns out the family member that told us about it was wrong wrong wrong. Absolutely wrong. Pretty much every detail she told us was wrong.

It's a full restoration. Every panel was either repaired or replaced. New floorpans, full engine rebuild (not upgraded though) and full repaint and spray. The top was factory ordered to match the body color, they have the documents from the dealer showing this. He bought it at an estate sale in 2011 or 2012 and began the restoration, just finished it early this year. I guess he got in a bit over his head and just wants as much back as he can get.

CL ad
http://cleveland.craigslist.org/cto/5051739160.html



meatpimp
May 15, 2004

Psst -- Wanna buy

:) EVERYWHERE :)
some high-quality thread's DESTROYED!

:kheldragar:


And he's one of those "$1" craigslist ad people. :bravo:

Terrible Robot
Jul 2, 2010

FRIED CHICKEN
Slippery Tilde

Fart Pipe posted:

Just got back, SHINY AND CHROME. That poo poo was loving awesome.

Fuckin love the new avatar!

Rhyno
Mar 22, 2003
Probation
Can't post for 10 years!

meatpimp posted:

And he's one of those "$1" craigslist ad people. :bravo:

I begged him not to do that. But he's 80 years old and wouldn't budge.

Someone asked before why he's selling it. Not really financial (dude is loaded) he just wants room in his huge shop to get back to wood working.

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The Prong Song
Sep 7, 2002


WHITE
DRIVES
MATTER

Terrible Robot posted:

Fuckin love the new avatar!

TBH all the good Nux avatars are already taken so I am not changing mine until I see a decent rip/cam purchasable download I can grab the scene I want off of.

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