SleepingTower

At your local essential oils peddler.

I find a behaviour limiter works.

Could be both: "I will now play 'Cry me a river' on the world's tiniest violin."

With a bang.

"Sniff the cod" This is a typo right? I don't know any better, but I had a good laugh.

A myth.

'87 here. I flew away from North America to SEA, and seriously considering buying a house in Malasia. The land and housing out there is actually affordable.

While "former president" is a correct title, the media should really use "petulant man-child" instead. Far more accurate .

Sure, I'll agree that they did break down. Everything does at some point or another. Back then it was easier to repair your equipment and you had the right to. That's why they were "built to last"

Then, as time passed, that changed. It became difficult to find the necessary parts for repairs.

Example: My father is a heavy equipment mechanic. I'd say somewhere in the last ten to twenty years, his suppliers started to refuse selling specific parts he needed because he's an independent.

He also described to me how some jobs he takes today feel like he's handling a bomb. If he so much as trips a stray sensor, a representative from the machine's manufacturer will come sniffing around the yard to catch him.

Then there's the knowledge required to perform the necessary repairs. The common sentiment I hear from people is that it's cheaper to replace than to repair. They're not wrong, however this way of thinking demotivates the need to learn how to repair it.

So yeah. Those built to last machines have broken down. Knowledge and parts for them have become difficult to acquire, however an enthusiast willing to put the time in to repair them will have a machine that hums for the rest of their lives.

My dude, they said "1950's", and "decades". They're no longer around cause it's been decades since the last one has been produced.

Borrowing an idea from a friend:

A halfing that grew up believing he is a great and powerful wizard. His parents could never talk him out of it before he left home. So, being a wealthy family, they sent a troupe of stage hands to protect him and his imaginative little mind.

Mechanically speaking, the character is a wizard. However naratively, all of his spells involve his troupe. Magic missle? One member for each missle brandishes a knife and stabs the target. Levitation? The troupe lifts him on a platter and carries him around. Presdigitation? A costume change, or a member rapidly cleaning the mud off of the targets boot, etc...

The halfing will never acknowledge the existence of the troupe. After all, they're stage hands. No one is supposed to see the stage hands...

We do, and it really depends on the entire team being ethical to make it effective. If you have an unethical boss, they'll just go find someone else to implement their ideas.