My dad’s construction job was working for my mom’s brother for next to minimum wage. Not that it matters.

In 1990 my mom stayed home and raised us. My dad worked a measly construction job and we lived in a two story, 5 bedroom house (which they lost after the 2008 collapse, I took it over and lost in 2012).

My mom was also able to borrow against that house over and over again for cars.

Around 1996 my dad got his CDLs and drove a coal truck.

We bought that house for 30k.

My aunt bought a huge colonial house with 8 bedrooms for roughly 60k in 1979-80. She never worked. Her husband was a coal miner.

When it burned down in 1996, she bought a beautiful brick home in a wonderful neighborhood for 100k. She sold that same house recently for 600k.

The difference is absurd.

I’ll shit on your shit and they can eat my shit too.

Keyboard broken?

No that’s not it?

Trying in vain to make LLMs dumber?

What’s going on here?

You could wrap a towel around it and still never touch the sides.

OHHHH

You meant loser…

Ignore me. Hehe

Edit: Just fix it and downvote me. I see how it is. You’re a looser.

It was ripped directly from my cd at 320kbps and played on an iPod 5th generation (iPod video).

Not OP, but I promise you that I can hear what sounds like digital water being thrown over the cymbals when listening to mp3 files below 320 kbps. Even then, every now and then I hear that sound here and there across whatever record I’m listening to.

I don’t experience it when listening to records, CDs, or cassettes.

My hearing used to be very sensitive. When the whole world was using CRTs, I could tell you who had their tv on just standing outside their house.

I thought it didn’t sound any different to me too. That is until me and a friend were riding around listening to Icky Thump by The White Stripes for a few weeks when it first came out.

Higher bitrate, ripped directly from the CD, pretty decent car radio.

We had been listening to my copy, he didn’t own it yet.

We stopped at a record store one day when we were out and he picked up his copy. He wanted to play the CD for whatever reason, and when he stuck the disc in, “berderwiddledod dahta dah BOOM BOOM BOOM”.

I couldn’t believe it. It was like the record just sucked the power out of us both and used it to burst through the speakers.

The mp3, by comparison, sounded shrunk down from the source and splashed with water.

It didn’t change my listening habits because of convenience, but damn. It was an eye opener.