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…
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.
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…
My Zip discs. Kids today barely recognise floppies; they’d be completely stumped with those fat floppies that don’t seem to fit anywhere.
Kids on finding your floppies: Why do you have save icons?
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 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!
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.
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!
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
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.
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.
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
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 can’t imagine using my own massive horse dildo to scratch my own head. My arms aren’t long enough!
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
I mean, in my personal experience, non-believers study religion a lot more than ardent adherents.
hence the distinct lack of affiliation.
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.
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).
