Ah, I remember getting the stairs redone. They had 1990s vinyl on them, and we wanted non- slip carpet. I was smart enough not to do the carpeting myself, but surely I could strip it?
Turns out the vinyl was attached with pure fucking magic, and the nothing short of xenomorph blood was getting that shit off, apart from hard labour. So after 2 days of violence, I find out that they can’t actually glue carpet to paint. They used to be able to, but the modern glue puts not killing the user over being convenient for me, which is fair. This wasn’t true for the previous glue, which I had to burn and scrape off.
Unfortunately, unlike the vinyl, the paint too was very high quality. And thick enough to serve as a a staircase by itself, so after using some expensive goopy enzymatic paint stripper, and some good old fashioned harsh chemicals, I ended up sanding away the remaining paint over the next week.
It’s been two years, and I think I finally vacuumed up the last dust.
This ignores legal realities about property and transferring wealth. When she buys him for 400mil, she will briefly place the money in escrow, reducing them to 700 and 400mil. Then, when he becomes her property, Taylor also gains his assets, reaching 1.5 billion when the escrow is released.
I’ve done a lot of work near/for/at chemical companies. They all have the regular slow-woop siren telling you to leave, preferably into the wind. And that’s not a fun thing to hear, because they really don’t like to push that button for any old thing.
But there’s also the far worse “shelter in place” siren. When you hear it, it means shit is so fucked you can’t even run away. And most places aren’t exactly suited for riding out a chemical disaster.
After a year, my reasonably smart cats (potty training them to use the toilet took 3 weeks) have learned that the “outside” makes me open the door, because they rush towards it when I push it. But they never use the button themselves.
LLMs are excellent at producing high-volume, low-quality material. And it’s a sad fact of life that a lot of companies are perfectly willing to use low quality material in their work.
LARP, and costuming/crafting for it. Amusingly, even among larpers I get a few weird looks when I explain my husband made my clothing, and I made his crossbow.