That’s what I thought when I took the picture months ago. I just saw it in my phone again and decided to post it, glad it’s making some people laugh

Never understood this. It seems like more of an insurance risk for a company to say, “no no, we provide our own certificate training here”. Now when someone fucks up they can say “I was operating the lift following Wal-Mart’s training protocols” and they have to show their shit is proper rather than just pointing the finger at OSHA or whoever.

Funnily enough, the jack was on the lift because we needed to unload a 16 wheeler with crates in the back.

Facebook was originally literally just a database of pictures of people from the school Zuck went to and a bunch of people deciding if they were, in fact, hot or not.

I used to be a pharm tech. Filling prescriptions was chill, because it meant you didn’t really have to do too much thinking, just scan the bottles, count, and slap a label on it. It was really frustrating as an AuDHD haver because I would sometimes just start talking to myself in my head or paying attention to literally anything besides how many pills I’d counted. Like I’d need to count out 30 pills and next thing I know I’d just have a huge pile of pills that I’d “counted” by 5s but I’d have zero clue how many were there lol.

Solid rec. System is the band for this. Prison System and Deer Dance have been up there with my favorite songs since the first time I heard the album.

All research and successful drug policies show that treatment should be increased, and law enforcement decreased, while abolishing mandatory minimum sentences.

BYOB is off Mezmerize, though.

Good God I agree with you but reading your comment made me want to disagree with you

Bruh

WTF bruh

On God fr bruh

I’m fascinated. Wouldn’t that taste awful

I’m so angry after seeing this post (which is OBVIOUSLY full of FALSE information 😠) that I’m gonna look up sources and cite them in the shit posting community so everyone knows I’m smarter than them and totally understand what’s happening

The corner is laying down. The would be no supports in either case, and the fillet avoids hard turns while the chamfer still has two (less sharp) angles.

Like 99% of things in 3D printing, “Xs are to be preferred over Ys” is an entirely circumstantial statement that is never going to be true all of the time.

“threw it on the ground” - Lonely Island

You can’t buy me, HOT DOG MAN

Humans of different races can look pretty different from one another and only a problematic few would have trouble thinking we’re the same species.

Starting to sound like a Who Supremacist to me /s

You might try adding a small fillet or chamfer to the inside corners of the model. 3D printers don’t like making sharp, pointed turns; rounded edges (or wider angled turns) tend to print much better.

The rounded (fillet) corners will probably be less visible, and will prevent the start / stopping point where the problem is occurring

I don’t see any reference to two distinct species in that page…

I came here to make the exact same reference, afraid it would be too far a stretch for anyone to make the connection.

I mean, implying that a woman would only go to the gym to make herself attractive is kind of an asshole thing to do, I don’t think dropping your line would’ve changed her mind

All these comments about eye floaters and I’m wondering who has floaters in the form of sacred geometry

once you know there their

You’re mocking us, aren’t you

I’ve told this story before and I’ll tell it again.

4th grade Teacher of the Year winner and current sitting member of the school board Mrs. S. had a strict rule when lining up after recess:

“Straight line, no talking, no touching.”

The bell would ring, and we’d all run to our respective, numbered spots on the playground, in a straight line, without talking, and certainly not touching, one another. Then, Mrs. S. would walk out to us, and we’d recite the line:

“Straight line, no talking, no touching.”

And she’d lead us inside.

One day, returning from recess, the kid in front of me, Joe, was crying while standing on his number. Foolishly, I set my hand on his shoulder, and asked, “Are you alright?” Mrs. S. arrived just in time to rectify the situation. I watched as she strode up to me, staring daggers into my soul, and I yanked my hand off of my fellow student’s shoulder, but the damage was done. Towering over me, inches away, she shouts to the class, “Class, what is the rule?”

“Straight line, no talking, no touching.”

“Papalonian, what is the last part?”

“No touching.”

“No… Touching.”

I received my first and only citation for the rest of my elementary school years. Ever thankful will I be for learning the lesson that empathy (towards someone I didn’t even like) shall never be tolerated when the rules forbid it.