That's the one we had! I still have that zapper somewhere....

My last car was a Ford escape called 7 after seven of nine from Star Trek. I was feeling less creative when we got our current car, a tan C-Max, and it's just called Sandy.

The first car I had with a name was a 93 LeSabre that all my friends called "The Beast"!

That's just enough to buy my wife and I ice cream cones at the best place in town and leave enough of a tip that we don't feel like we're being cheap. Date night sorted!

Depends on why/how my needs are being met I suppose. If this is a post-scarcity situation where everyone's needs are met and no one has to work, I'd probably keep at my current job. I install and repair nurse call systems (the buttons you push in a hospital to tell the staff you need help) I mostly enjoy the work and someone is going to have to keep doing it. I live in a town with a huge hospital and could easily keep busy without leaving town.

If this situation where only my own basic needs are met and not everyone else's, I wouldn't keep going to that job. Management is kind of a pain and they can certainly afford to train someone who needs the work. I'd still fix whatever kind of shit I knew how to because honestly, I love working with a wrench but, I'd be doing it freelance at that point. I'd probably start by knocking on the doors of local machine shops, fixing machine tools and lasers was more fun than nurse call and if I wasn't tied to one specific brand, I could probably keep busy without driving 4 hours a day (I quit that job because I was tired of travel). If that took off, I'd try to turn it into a business and train someone to pick up the slack so I could still take the occasional vacation without leaving regular customers hanging. If that wasn't enough to keep even just me busy, I'd probably start asking around about other random shit that needed to be fixed. Lots of people deal with broken shit because they can't afford to fix it and if I was only looking to stave off boredom, not having to make a profit, I could probably get it done affordably.

Pretty similar here. First time I saw a CNC mill run I was immediately hooked. I used to work as a field service tech for a CNC machine tool distributor and I can honestly say that I absolutely loved the work. You drop into some random factory, spend between 3hrs and a week fixing it and then probably never see the exact same issue again. It's mentally engaging but almost never tedious or repetitive. You can get stuck working late or even spending a night out of town with almost no notice but, I like things a bit unstructured so for me that wasn't a big deal. Also, I'm problematically introverted so for me the field service gig was perfect. I got to work alone most of the time but I was also forced to interact with complete or relative strangers virtually every day which is good for me because if I can avoid people as much as I'd like, I get a little weird.

Mine's a little weird to explain but if a woman goes off to slip into something more comfortable (like, actual pajamas, not talking about the euphemism for changing into lingerie) I not only get turned on, I'll get a little obsessed for a while. First time it happened was senior prom, I went with a friend of mine (just as friends) and afterwards a bunch of us ended up at her place playing video games. At one point she was like, "sorry you guys are stuck in your formal wear but I'm getting out of this thing". She came back in sweatpants and a T-shirt and had ditched her contacts for glasses (I didn't even know she wore glasses at that point) and for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about her for like, months. Tried talking her into dating a couple times but no-go. After that, when girls I dated would get into pajamas to chill with me for the evening, I'd always lose interest in chilling and want to take them right to bed. To this day it drives my wife nuts that she'll buy sexy lingerie and not get more of a reaction than when she just changed into sweats.

I didn't put the comfy clothes thing together until my wife and I started vacationing with other couples. Every time a woman we were hanging out with left to change into comfy clothes to hang out for the rest of the night, I'd be like, "Why the hell am I so attracted to Bob's wife all of the sudden". Eventually It clicked that I apparently have a thing for pajamas which was a huge relief because I was a little worried that I was falling in love with a couple female friends there for a minute. Turns out it's a lot easier to turn off when you know what's going on.

Same here. Had been considering it for a while and then scheduled mine right after Roe fell. Best $20 I have ever spent.

I actually never minded using condoms and even still, I wished I'd done it earlier. So much better, even the stretch where we still used rubbers because the wife wasn't ready for creampies yet, I came so much easier knowing there was virtually zero chance of pregnancy.

I like to say "don't become an anecdote."

Lol, this makes me think of a guy I went to highschool with. He was a farm kid who would get up early and work around the farm before school. One day he spills gas on his flannel shirt before school but doesn't have time to change so he figures it'll air out enough on his way to work (it didn't). Second or third class of the day was shop. He starts working in the welding booth without stopping to put on the flame retardant overcoat. A hot spark hit that gas soaked flannel and dude light up like the human torch. He had some serious burns but makes a full recovery. For years after that though, the shop teacher used to say to anyone who complained about the overcoats, "go ask Phil if they're worth it or not".

Yeah, I also met my wife online back when you'd lie about meeting someone online. Spent our first couple years telling people we met "through a friend of a friend".

I'm guessing this was around the time you guys met since she introduced me to StumbleUpon shortly after we started dating.

Have you ever read Command and Control by Eric Schlosser? I've never read anything that made feel so terrified and hopeful at the same time. The number of close calls (that we know about) that we've had but, cooler heads (or random chance) saved us at the last moment is both horrifying and grounds for having a fair amount of faith in most people to do the right thing with these things. Of course, the amount of times we were saved by random ass chance is absolutely terrifying.