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I have a distressing memory about this from a party I went to a couple of years ago. It was mostly people in their mid 20s. One of the people I talked to was a 27 year old girl who was really into indie games. I handed her my phone with my Steam library and we chatted for 20 minutes about the games we'd been playing as she scrolled through it.

Later in the night I found her standing slumped over in the hallway. I didn't recognize what was happening and I got very worried. I asked "excuse me, excuse me, are you okay??"

Still folded over, she cocked her head up to look at me. The expression on her face was somewhere between dazed and starry-eyed. She said "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL", reached her arms up and tried to grab my face. I ducked out of the way and left.

Someone told me that she got like that at every party.

The memory is seared into my brain. I still think about it and worry about her. I've seen fent folding in unhoused people before, but seeing it happen to someone I never would have expected really got to me.

The only good episode of the Book of Boba Fett with Boba Fett in it was just Dune in a trenchcoat

Racing sims are 11/10 in VR. Any cockpit game really. No going back for me.

The architect is colouring all the balls

The senior developer is arguing with the architect

The junior developer is cannonballing somewhere in the middle

Rest in peace

the funniest thing about this post are all the commenters calling it catgirls and yuri

Every single piece he makes has so much thought, effort, research, and real skill behind it. Sometimes he needs to make half a dozen specialized tools from scratch just to machine a single part. He does it all while taking excellent footage, and somehow he has enough skill and leftover energy to edit the footage into excellent videos. He deserves mad respect.

It's definitely normal and probably designed that way to help feed the beans in. The whole motor and burr assembly is mounted on rubber grommets, it will move.

I have the non-ESP Encore with an M2 lower burr and it has the same issue with coarse grind, but I found a trick that helps a lot.

Do you notice that the hopper moves around while you're grinding? The hopper and the ring burr are both slotted in to the adjustment mechanism, which is a plastic ring with channels that the tabs of the ring burr follow. The adjustment ring on my grinder moves around a good amount when I push on it, which means the burr also moves around and causes a less consistent grind. The force of the adjustment ring moving also kicks the hopper around.

The trick is to push down on the hopper while you're grinding to get rid of all the slack and keep the adjustment ring in place. I find it grinds a lot better when I do that.

The downside of this trick is that it puts more strain on the tabs of the plastic ring burr holder. All the force that was moving the adjustment ring around will go into those tabs. It's a sacrificial part that needs to be replaced occasionally with normal usage, holding the hopper in place will make that happen sooner.

I've also got the non-ESP model and the calibration won't affect how consistent it is. It just changes where 0 starts and 40 ends without changing any other characteristics, so it'll grind exactly the same at a particular size.

Pepperball gun, probably loaded with a window breaker. Basically the same thing as a paintball gun.

"I mean, d'you know what eternity is? There's this big mountain, see, a mile high, at the end of the universe, and once every thousand years there's this little bird-"
-"What little bird?" said Aziraphale suspiciously.
-"This little bird I'm talking about. And every thousand years-"
-"The same bird every thousand years?"
-Crowley hesitated. "Yeah," he said.
-"Bloody ancient bird, then."
-"Okay. And every thousand years this bird flies-"
-"-limps-"
-"-flies all the way to this mountain and sharpens its beak-"
-"Hold on. You can't do that. Between here and the end of the universe there's loads of-" The angel waved a hand expansively, if a little unsteadily. "Loads of buggerall, dear boy."
-"But it gets there anyway," Crowley persevered.
-"How?"
-"It doesn't matter!"
-"It could use a space ship," said the angel.
Crowley subsided a bit. "Yeah," he said. "If you like. Anyway, this bird-"
-"Only it is the end of the universe we're talking about," said Aziraphale. "So it'd have to be one of those space ships where your descendants are the ones who get out at the other end. You have to tell your descendants, you say, When you get to the Mountain, you've got to-" He hesitated. "What have they got to do?"
-"Sharpen its beak on the mountain," said Crowley. "And then it flies back-"
-"-in the space ship-"
-"And after a thousand years it goes and does it all again," said Crowley quickly.

There was a moment of drunken silence.

-"Seems a lot of effort just to sharpen a beak," mused Aziraphale.
-"Listen," said Crowley urgently, "the point is that when the bird has worn the mountain down to nothing, right, then-"

Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the relative hardness of birds' beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.

-"-then you still won't have finished watching The Sound of Music."

Aziraphale froze.

-"And you'll enjoy it," Crowley said relentlessly. "You really will."
-"My dear boy-"
-"You won't have a choice."
-"Listen-"
-"Heaven has no taste."
-"Now-"
-"And not one single sushi restaurant."

A look of pain crossed the angel's suddenly very serious face.