Quality is Quality:

Quality is quality! As you know I fix and maintain vintage clocks, its become a small business and hobby. Recently I baught a Waterybury 20s Office clock with a damaged face but was running and a non running clock of the same type with an intact face. Bored I pulled it apart, the seller had attempted to fix it before and used machine oil to lube the wheels (Gears and Cogs). Anyway, it was jammed soild.

The oil did not help nor did the spring being wound so tight it had become kinked. I had buy a replacement; big mistake! I housed the main sping, and fitted the workings back together and begain my tests. I wound the clock up, and ping!

The main spring snapped, and flew at me, slashing my arm open. I had to go to hospital and get a couple of stitches. In my time working with vintage clocks, short of doing something stupid a main spring shouldn't break, I've worked with forging from the 1800s, to mid to late 1900s. Then I read the package, made in india!

#starwarsart #StarWars #troopers #Empire

I'm told the view from a collapsing empire is nice this time of year.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8j3N7dEwzY&t=546s

Shared by Unfiltered Feels on Facebook four days ago:
When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear.
It lives inside of her.
Little fragments of them stay
woven into her blood, her bones, her very being.
She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.”

Science calls it microchimerism.
But mothers call it love that never left.
Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime.
A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered.

So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them.
Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells.
She doesn’t just remember them…
she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see.

Motherhood doesn’t end with loss.
It lives on in her body.
It lives on in her soul.
It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old.

She carries her baby forever.
Not just in her heart.
But in every part of who she is.

For older/big kids...like us...

#StarWars #Memorabilia #Hoth #boardgame #EmpireStrikesBack
https://www.ign.com/articles/star-wars-battle-of-hoth-board-game-review

So, I know that when you watch a video or whatever on social media the algorithm shows you more that are similar to what you've already seen. Right now on my feed, it appears that the far left is finding that cancel culture works both ways, and is not happy about it. I've got videos all over the place of mostly 20 something SJWs sobbing and wailing after supposedly losing their jobs because they posted video of themselves celebrating the Kirk shooting and/or posted absolutely vile comments on it, and someone sent screenshots to their employer. I'm not going to say watching them doesn't bring a warm fuzzy feeling to my withered black heart, but I wonder...these people are grown ass adults. Why would they throw a screaming tantrum over losing a job, especially considering they deserve far worse than unemployment? And if they were going to do that, why video it and post it online? What is there to gain from showing the internet their meltdowns? Back when I was that age, that would have been more like a mean-spirited prank a "friend" who didn't actually like you much might play on you than something you'd do yourself. I'm pretty sure a lot of these videos are about as real as Stephen King's apology, but again... To what end?

I hope one day politics can be more united and less violently opposed just like in all the sci fi films where everyone belongs to a single empire and together they go find aliens and things

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

#Job #jobs2025 #work #Workforce #employer #employee

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