Is he that dumb and disgusting?
But “autism didn’t exist back in my day” right?
It did, it just only got noticed in people who are intellectually disabled. That’s the only kid I knew with autism growing up in the 80s who got diagnosed.
The son of a family friend obviously has Asperger’s, he’s a few years older than me, and his parents did have him tested back then and were told nothing was wrong, but I don’t think they had that knowledge back then. He will ask me for a Coke Zero every ten minutes like clockwork when he comes over, polish it off and ask for another.
They do deposit returns where I live. So you get them cents back for every can. There are people that make a couple of hundred bucks a month picking cans out of the ditches. There’s like what? $50 in this picture? Either way he could have those gone in an hour for free if he knows a homeless person.
It can sometimes grow to quite a large fund for people.
Damian Gordon saved $46,000. He described it as a hobby for him. What a legend!
That’s his retirement fund.
I used to collect cans over the summer with the high school soccer teams to raise money. There’s more than fitty there
They do not do deposit returns here anymore, but even so, most neighborhoods I’ve lived, people come look through the recycling for aluminum cans to scrap. So I would set them on the side in a tote instead, it was always such old people, moving slowly down the road with a rolling cart. This neighborhood is apparently too bougie for that, even though as far as I can tell we still are never more than 2 blocks from at least one homeless person.
Hes going to melt them down for parts
Saving up for a new crankcase
That looks like my play through of a fallout game. For some reason it amuses me to no end to make a random, huge pile of found alcohol, in game.
I’m humbled by this man doing it in real life.
I finally have a use for one of those empty houses in Sanctuary. I’m going to try and fill it.
Thank you random internet human.
Living the dream.
If your country had the German Pfand system where you pay 25 cent more per can and get it back if you return it, this would be expensive…
In Mexico City people would bring plastic bags with them and return glass bottles immediately, and just drink Coke out of plastic bags with a straw.
Coca Cola™ and Micro Plastics™ are a match made in heaven.
Well, if it was out of an aluminum can, it would already have microplastics from the plastic liner inside every can :D
We have that in Ontario, and as a kid my cub/scout troop would go around town and ask people to give us their empties as a fundraiser. We’d return them and use the money to buy camping supplies and stuff.
Hey buddy! We never did this in scouts but that’s such a good idea. When I was in college my roommates and I could have used such a service. I actually just posted that there are people making a living off of combing the ditches and parks for empties. Bottle/can returns is a whole economy.
Autism is not as rare as we still think, it just has shapes that we don’t readily recognize.
My Cecil’s name is Jimmy and he fixed my refrigerator, my air conditioner, and my cat.
Skinny women… can do THIS for you…
What is not a damn thing?
The man is worthy of canonization as a saint.
Dam this man needs some purpose
I think he found it.
I find it highly unlikely that Clark Gable is on social media as that he has been deceased since 1960 long before the invention of the internet. What I think is taking place is someone is posing as Clark Gable to malign his slovenly neighbour. Clark Gable was a great actor and probably why Superman was named Clark and if he were alive today he would continue to make great films but it is also highly unlikely that Clark would live beside a trashcan.
Internet was born in the 60s, so that’s not “long before”. But yes I’m nitpicking, you were talking about social networks.
As George Washington once said, never believe what´s on the internet.
This man will repair your car in such a way it will both never break and when you do go to a normal mechanic for something they will gaze upon it in awe and horror.
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally, I feel like half of my professional life has been gazing upon some ancient work of dark magic and cussing loudly because I know I’m about to have to go in.
The line between jank and wizardry is sometimes blurry. The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
I used to be a programmer and now I fix cars professionally
How does that happen, if you don’t mind me asking?
Lost my job around 2017 and it was real difficult to get a new one in the tech sector without a college degree. I lucked in to the one originally through professional connections. No such luck the next time after I got downsized.
So I ended up working at my local auto parts store to make ends meet in the meantime, and figured out that I actually really like fixing cars. It exercises the same sort of problem solving capacity but the problems you solve are usually a little less arcane. Made a few new connections including a guy who worked at an actual garage, got offered a position at that garage if I wanted it, and the rest is history.
I still dabble in programming as a hobby, but I enjoy working with my hands and the feeling of fixing a physical object is more fulfilling to me than fixing software. So here I stay (for now).
Carpenter coder here. I like saving my code powers for my own beloved projects.
Gazing upon skill beyond your comprehension: How the fuck does this work?
Gazing at unholy fuckery: How the fuck does this WORK?
As someone guilty od doing unholy fuckery from time to time, I often look at my own work like that
In high school, I got in a car wreck and had to drive without a front bumper for about a year. When the bumper got torn away, it also took the light housings for my blinkers and running lights.
My dad made new housings with zip ties and soda cans cut in half that attached to the back of lenses we bought cheap at the local auto parts store. He drilled slightly undersized holes in the bottom of the cans that held the bulbs in place when they were pushed through, and he’d polished the inside of the cans to act as reflectors.
It worked great! When we eventually got the bumper replaced, the body guy shop was amazed and said he didn’t see any reason why we should spend the money to buy factory housings, and when we sold that car it still had store-brand diet sprite cans as light housings that surely confused the hell out of someone down the line.
I once had a broken headlight and also broke pockets, so I grabbed some packing tape and made a new one. I was at an AutoZone and the guy looked at my car, looked at me and said “that won’t last past the first storm” to which my response was “it’s held up for three months. I’ll take my chances.” and it held up until the seals on the transmission blew out after driving it across the country again.
The best magic has a little bit of jank in it, and the worst jank is sometimes a little bit magical.
if it’s jank, and it works, it ain’t jank.
If it’s jank and it works, it’s jank and you’re lucky
The definition of jank is that it at least sorta works.
If it doesn’t its not jank its just broken.
I choose to believe every single word of it. The universe is more interesting if it’s true.
Same. Fiction or fact, this is funny enough and harmless enough to just shrug and say, “He must be a wizard, whoever he is.”
Reminds me of my hermit uncle who used to clean the beer cans off of his floor with a rake before we would come visit.
I bet that smelled fantastic.
That image leaves me helpless with mirth.
Fucking rad
