I fucking did it again, just a few minutes ago. This time on a bike. I had the old brake pads out, i leaned on the handle bar to stand up and get the new ones because I'm old and managed to bump the brake handle against the wall with my body weight. The caliper piston shot out of there and mineral oil is all over the place, all over the rotor, all over me. So now i need to order a bleed kit for a bike, which I'd need eventually anyway but I'm just annoyed because I made this mistake years ago on a prius.

I was changing a lug stud, they need to be in the 12 o'clock position to come out but I had the car in park and only jacked on one side and the caliper was already hanging by a bungee cord. As I went to put the car in neutral I pushed the brake without thinking and I hear a thunk followed by a metallic rolling noise. I shot the caliper piston across my driveway. So as soon as it happened on my bike I fucking new exactly how I fucked up. Typing this out has calmed me down, lol. I use arch btw.

TLDR: I tried to change brake pads and shot out my caliper piston. Again.

It happened while I was sleeping, an entire hour, just gone. I don't think it was aliens this time.

Some of y'all are overly afraid of scorpions and I just want you to know that some of them can swim and dive under water.

Went to do a test restore of one of my databases and I noticed the dump files over the last few months were all 0kb. Glad I caught it this way and not because I needed to restore. Put it on your calendar, schedule a test restore of your critical stuff a couple times a year. I know y'all are busy but it is worth the time and effort. A backup you can't actually restore isn't a backup at all.

Their surgeon general is something else

I'm already walking toward that pig slide that went viral, what other shenanigans should I experience in this town?

edit: apparently i've been spelling Boston wrong.