I have a cursed mouse.
Not like a taxidermied mouse, but a cursed computer mouse.
It looks and functions like a normal wireless mouse… Until you get to a page where there is horizontal scrolling capability. Instantly, the mouse will scroll the page all the way to the right. This is especially fun in spreadsheets. The mouse will do this even if it is turned off. The problem is really the wireless reciver, not the actually mouse, but it is still a fun cursed object that I hope to someday unleash on some unsuspecting sibling.
Didnt know I needed an accursed taxidermized mouse until now…
Why’d he have a Super Nintendo mouse but not the system, no games, nor anything else related?
Nobody will actually ask that, though. Because nobody would assume it was anything other than an old-school computer mouse with an obsolete connector. And even if they did recognize what it was, nobody would think twice about how odd it is to have that, and only that. The only strange thing, maybe, is that it’s stored with my keepsakes and not the rest of my obsolete tech, various cords, & connectors.
But the answer is: When I went away to college, I didn’t take my video game stuff with me. My cousins asked to use my SNES and games, so I gave them permission while I was away. They grabbed everything except the mouse. At some point, they decided to sell my stuff to help purchase their Playstation, so I never got my SNES or games back. Then when my parents lost their house to foreclosure a few years later, they packed my things into a box, and gave it to me. I’ve held onto it for all these decades.
Probably my 2lb jar of mercury. Have fun disposing of that toxic waste!
My family would put it in a trash bag and call it household waste.
My Zip discs. Kids today barely recognise floppies; they’d be completely stumped with those fat floppies that don’t seem to fit anywhere.
Zip disks are.practically common compared to ls120
Kids on finding your floppies: Why do you have save icons?
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!
This is why I’m making sure to destroy my PC. Closeted fetishes, Rule34 stuff, SecondLife sex imagery and things I’ve done with people on there .etc
Everything in my physical possessions would not give off anything, but anything found on my PC would.
While I will undoubtedly leave behind a lot of weird things, I don’t think anyone who knew me would be that shocked by anything I left behind.
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!
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.
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.
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.
You sound like me.
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.
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
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…
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.
Doubling other commenter. This absolutely is insane and cool and worthy of a medal.
Imagine their entire family has no idea where the medal came from, but like 12 random people on the internet have the full story.
Similar for me: two challenge coins of units that did not officially exist (at that time).
Good stuff. I really think It’s a genuine honour to be an outsider whose actions are recognised and applauded by insiders. It’s basically professionals looking at beginners and saying: good job, well done. It warms my little cockles.
I have a “challenge coin” someone made for an online community I’m a part of
An outlet with a timer set on it I would say. I have portable solar panels and grow ligts too.
