Everything is explainable to people who know me, sadly but - for the sake of the prompt - let’s just say they pull random people in off the street for some reason. Is it the eeePC that’s weird? The four PlayStations and one PSOne with a Japanese copy of the game of life with controller? The piles of cardboard and boxes in the garage, some of which are cut into shapes that may eventually turn into a cardboard 1/10 scale truck? The medical tubing and zip ties?
No, I’m willing to be the most unexplainable thing to strangers would be…
Two copies of Catherine: Full Body on the Switch, still sealed in their packaging. I’ve got a bunch of Switch games so at first glance finding a Switch game isn’t so weird but why two? And why are they both unopened?
The weirdass cat plush that arrives months after I die. It has a gun
I have four big black bins in my closet, full of… adult stuff I think those would definitely qualify. Maybe the foxtails, or my hot pink bunny mask, I’ve got a bunch of weird costumes that would raise eyebrows
Nah those are perfectly explainable. U jus freaky like dat
I don’t think anyone in my family is ready to confront the reality of a knotted dragon dick, but my friends have all seen Chance before!
I have a family member who has walked in on tail things, but even that family member would not be prepared for the sheer quantity of tails…
Honestly, my network and server.
I am self learned so i often come up with my own creative solutions instead of knowing about a common standard. I can’t imagine anyone but me could maintain it.
In a previous iteration of my server i bent over backwards to make sure /home did not contain any user folders and instead only the mount points to numerous drives. Why? Inexplicably even if you do consider autism.
You sound like me.
What the fuck. That’s hilarious. My first thought for this questions was ‘sex toys’ too, but those are easy to explain. I also have a dildo lamp, but I got that from my sister, so also very easy to explain.
My tech stuff is likely going to be the least explainable, but because it’s eBay scrap parts hardware, not because I changed /home to a mounting folder though. That’s crazy.
The… fucking what… Let me guess, user dirs go into /var?
Sooooooo you only login as root?
Also no, and my admin user started with a capital. Which was also a pain to setup.
I am discribing my previous system though, my current system runs proxmox and is considerably more normal… though only as normal as i understand it to be.
My first home server did something like this. I didn’t understand permissions very well yet (still not 100%, but certainly much more capable now). I think I used /var and maybe /etc to hold my docker compose folders.
Weirdest for sure would be the contents of my journals. For a while during and after the pandemic I wrote a lot of entries very altered and I’ve also written a lot of entries at the top of some pretty spectacular manic episodes and the bottom of some very dark holes. I can’t read them myself because they make me seem quite insane.
Most unexplainable would be a 50 alliance credit note from the Firefly/Serenity universe. They were produced by a gaggle of nerds and exact down to the paper, which is a semi-transparent nylon blend. I was given 300 credits in mixed bills as a joke from someone I had a one night stand with as payment for services rendered, but I’ve given them out to various fans of the show I’ve met over the 20 or so years they’ve been in my possession. If you weren’t a mega fan of the show though, they would look like money from some obscure Asian country.
An antique magic wand made of carved oak and opals, I keep locked in an antique wooden case in the top / back of my closet. The entire reason I keep it there like that, is so that when I die, someone will find it.
Dang, I need to do this and then tap into my Codex Seraphinianus for some sigils to carve on the box.
Firefly was 20 or so years ago?! … oh yeah, wow, it was
A military medal that was awarded to me.
I have never been a member of any nation’s armed forces.
I need the story now
It’s not really that exciting, in retrospect:
I used to work for a charity doing construction in disaster areas; building schools, medical centres, plumbing etc. We’d turn up after wars, floods, earth quakes and other stuff like that. Most of us were single men, with zero attachments or responsibilities, so we took the more (potentially) dangerous jobs out there - purely for the adrenaline and the madness.
On arrival in the country a car load of us traveled 100km-ish away from the capital to scout the location we’d be at. After a day or two there we discovered that the situation on the ground really didn’t match the information we’d been given. A rebel army, of sorts, (maybe a militia, more accurately) had regrouped and were coming back towards us. As we were, uh, not local then there was the potential for some kidnapping - or worse - type shenanigans.
Me, 2 colleagues and our fixer (and his mother) decided to get out of there immediately. We “swapped” the charity’s car for a battered Toyota and some local clothes from our fixer’s uncle. (I’m sure he had about 600 uncles in total…)
We encountered a four man forward operations group of the proper army on the road. They asked us to follow them and detour to a village and help evacuate a group of people. We got there, “borrowed” a coach, loaded it up and then we got out of there, quick sharp. Zero incidents.
I don’t think we got the medal for bravery, as such, but more for a lack of cowardice and just doing the right thing when we really could’ve just fucked-off straight to the capital and boarded a plane out of there.
I didn’t mention it when I got back home because if I did it would just look like I was glazing myself - or lying.
It’s not really that exciting,
Mate. That’s exciting as fuck.
I think we ran on adrenaline, fear, and cigarettes for about seven / eight hours… numb, in a kind of autopilot. Apart from the pressure of a fighting force that we never actually encountered it was like a really aggressive hitchhike ride through some extremely gnarly terrain in an underdeveloped country. It sounds far more exciting, and heroic, than it genuinely was.
But, yeah, between you and me I do think it was a cool as fuck thing to do - and survive…
Literally saved peoples lives, “a bit boring, honest!”. I want to see what exciting is to them…
Doubling other commenter. This absolutely is insane and cool and worthy of a medal.
I want to hear the story about the fixer’s mother. She sounds impressive.
She worked and lived in the town we’d driven to. She was like a teacher, nurse, midwife type for the local women and children around there. She’d been campaigning for the “medical centre” we were gonna build. Seemed friendly, but a little suspicious/wary of us; but that’s kind of understandable. Great cook and a good singer. Super passionate about helping people to be well and better themselves.
The rebels weren’t hugely into female autonomy and education our fixer told us… so we told him to go grab her as we swapped clothes and readied the truck.
I didn’t spend much time with her when we began fleeing because me and my two colleagues bounced around in the flat bed of the Toyota whilst she was upfront in the cab with her son.
You could see she’d been crying - hard - when we got to the other village but she then kind of took charge of the situation and got all the folk onto the coach and started taking care of everyone. She was genuinely pretty solid all around, when she needed to be.
I went back about a year and a half later for the same project and she almost hugged me to death and just wept - I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such raw emotion.
Nothing but respect for her.
Imagine their entire family has no idea where the medal came from, but like 12 random people on the internet have the full story.
I have a ton of unique 3d printed firearms. They are legal for me to make and own where I live, but I can’t legally sell them or give them away so they have just accumulated over the years haha
I’m the guy in the office people come to when they need something. Ibuprofen? Got it. Superglue? Got it. Change for the vending machine? Yup. I keep the change in an envelope I’ve labeled “petty cash”. Inside that envelope , I have a smaller envelope that I’ve labeled “mad money”. I have about $27 worth of Monopoly money in that one.
The massive horse dildo may be a bit of an head scratcher, though knowing me - maybe not that surprising thing to find.
I think you can find something better to scratch your head with…
I have a plushie Yoshi amiibo from Yoshi’s Woolly World, and I’ve stuck every whisker I’ve found from my cats into its head, so now it looks like one of those troll dolls.
I have this same plushie and am horrified by this image
It only gets worsebetter with time. This is what yours could become.That’s incredible!
Nice try, CIA guy, how about you come on down and see it for yourself if you really must know.
Probably curious about why I, an atheist, have the Book of Mormon, the Catholic Apocrypha, the Books of Enoch, the Quran, and the standard Bible along with my collection of books on energy healing and astrology.
Those books all together in one place would tell me you’re probably an atheist without even knowing you
Well-read atheists have more credibility
If an atheist didnt have these I’d consider them a contrarian rather than an atheist. Maybe agnostic but not an atheist, atheists have made an informed decision which you can’t do without being informed.
I don’t have to read fairy tales to refute that they were real events that actually happened. I would tend to agree with your overall sentiment, but if someone was raised non-religious, had to take history classes, and had a light exposure to different mythological frameworks, I would not say that they are uninformed if they claim to be atheist. I dont have to do a deep dive on Christmas lore to come to the conclusion that Santa is not real.
Went to a religious school and hated everything about the religion. Its awful. Constantly being forced to pray and sing, occasionally having to kneel on a hardwood floor with all your weight on your knees. My knees still hurt thinking about it. Fuck everything about it.
Then I got in trouble for saying I didn’t believe in god at the age of like 9 or so. Didn’t change my opinion, if anything it reinforced how much I hate religion. But I kept quiet about it to keep out of trouble.
Sorry you went through that. I went through the average American evangelical upbringing on the tail of the “satanic panic”. D&D, Pokemon, most television shows, horror movies, certain music, all satanic…Gay people bad, willful women bad, closeted racist predispositions…Evolution and science, wrong…Young earth beliefs…
I bought it all initially because I was not as well educated as I could have been. Luckily, I rolled a high intelligence score, and managed to break out. I look back at that me with disdain and regret, I was a horrible person on religion…
I just read books on everything that I was trained to think was wrong. Evolution fake? Read “On the Origin of Species”. Communism is an evil satan movement? read the communist manifesto (did not turn me communist, but at least I understand it). Other religions are wrong? Look into some of their texts, look at them from a historic/mythical lense. Conclusion, religions are myths, and nearly nothing I was told as a kid was as black and white as I thought it was…
Very true.
I mean, in my personal experience, non-believers study religion a lot more than ardent adherents.
hence the distinct lack of affiliation.
My reaction would be “I guess they were well-informed about their choices.”
Even the oldest stories carry something… After reading enough of them though they are totally retelling of the same stuff (at least most of the ones I’ve perused have been).
My family probably wouldn’t be surprised about anything I own. They know the kind of guy I am.
A stranger might be a bit concerned about a certain wooden chest in my dining room. Large enough to fit an adult man (yes, we tried) but filled to the brim with swords, axes, pieces of armor and a 3 foot wooden spoon.
Edit: second place to a glittery pink princess themed friendship book filled with entries from adult millennials who like retro games, horror movies and metal.
Hmmm. Probably a (real) human spine (not my own).
…was it ethically sourced, at least?
Keepsake from a Mortal Kombat style fatality execution no doubt.
That sounds ethically sourced to me! Ain’t nothing more ethical than a brutal takedown, fatality style.
Hmmm. I actually don’t know. I hope so. It was from a chiropractor relative that passed. (Not his spine, but he had a human one for display purposes).
That’s like…99% probably stolen from some Indian graveyard then…lots of bones used by anatomists back in the day (1800-1950)came from graveyards in india.
Hmmm I’d have to check the dates, but most likely around the 50s or a bit after.
Wouldn’t check too hard if I were you, lol. Might get the attention of some folks…
Ed Sheeran’s?
He’d have to have one to begin with.
Good point haha.
Hahaha. I wish.
probably the zombie porn.
yeah… that or the Dino porn.
Thats a vanilla collection
what can I say, I’m a man of simple tastes.
What can I say, I’m a man of niche and geo restricted porn. I have a small collection that I’m trying to broadcast. I saw stache but they dont allaw multi users. Should I just spin up a jellyfin instance and host people and media there?
The later is a question for lemmings ty!
