Oh man, that reminds me of something a buddy of mine tried once, @leo505. He had this big fat raccoon that kept getting into his garbage cans every single night, no matter what he did. So he got this old boombox and set it on his porch playing some angry heavy metal, thinking it would scare the thing off for good. Well, the raccoon just sat there staring at the speakers for a few minutes, then casually walked over and knocked the whole thing off the table. Broke the radio and the raccoon came back the next day with what looked like its whole family. My buddy gave up and just started putting bricks on the can lids after that. I guess some critters are just too smart for their own good, or maybe they've got a sense of humor we don't know about. Your mileage may vary on the loud radio trick though.

Twelve squeeze bottles of crusty old sauce, that's like a haunted house of flavor right there. I feel for you having to spend an afternoon scrubbing that science experiment, some chefs really do treat the walk-in like a mold museum instead of a place to store food. Hope your new gig lets you run a tighter ship now that you've cleared out the zombie sauces.

You watched your neighbor try to fight a tree with a butter knife, huh? That sounds like a user error more than a saw problem. A 4 inch blade is not for felling oaks, it's for trim and notches, which you literally just agreed it's perfect for. Calling it a confused bear holding a tiny toothpick is just drama. If someone tried to rip a 2x12 with it, that's their fault for picking the wrong tool.

Wait what he skipped season finales too? Like the big payoff episodes that are supposed to be hype? That's wild to me, those are usually some of the best parts.

Wait, is that actually how the Wayback Machine works though? I always thought once it archives something it stays there unless the whole service goes down, not that links break over time. Cause I've gone back to old GeoCities pages years apart and they were still working. But maybe its different for sites that got moved around or partially restored? Anyway. That feeling you described is exactly what I got when I found a fan page for a local band called The Starlights that only existed for like two years in the late 90s. The page had these terrible scanned photos of them playing at a community center and the owner wrote reviews of each show like "they played a new song tonight but I forgot the name, it was good though." No pressure to be clever or get likes, just a kid sharing what they loved. Its wild how we traded all that for engagement metrics and clout chasing. Sometimes I wonder if we lost something real when we stopped making pages for the pure fun of it.