Courtney (she/her/they)

My brother in law actually tried to hook me up at the car place he worked at, and my job would have been to go to auctions and estate sales looking for nice cars for the dealership to buy. It would essentially have been a couple things they want me to go to per week, but then I’d have to be looking myself for things like Craigslist, marketplace, and paper listings.

Didn’t end up going for the job, due to the owners being shit head MAGAts, but it would have been interesting for a few months.

That’s what I imagine any place that NEEDS pre-40s metal would do. Have a person who just goes to places that have blacksmithing tools advertised and buy them. Probably big auctions though, I imagine smallest ate sales wouldn’t get much attention.

A guy I used to know who would go to estate sales looking for blacksmithing equipment once told me the market for old metalworking stuff is disappearing because too much stuff is being bought by companies én masse for this reason.

I don’t know if I believe that companies are buying small lot auctions and estate sales for old anvils, but he was sure convinced.

I like to joke I’m sitting on a pile of cash because my anvil isn’t radioactive. (it’s not a very good joke, but it carries some weight!)

Economics is a human made concept, not a universal fact.

You would have been better off arguing it’s important because it’s math.

There has never been a reactor that produced more energy than it took to construct? You sure about that?

Otherwise this is a capitalism meme, not a science meme.

The trick is to use a proper flamethrower. Then you don’t have to worry about being close enough to smell it.

Besides, it’s the skin hair and fat that smells bad, the muscle itself smells… Not good, but like… Not gross or anything.

Source of smell: accidents from my past.

Could also track down the CEO, trap them in their own dwellings, and set them on fire.

That requires slightly more work though