We had neo-Nazis giving Nazi salutes in the middle of Melbourne this week.

Working from home for the rest of this week because my partner has covid (a policy of my employer). This is the second time she's had it and I've missed it despite sharing a bed. Three years in to the pandemic, and I've still yet to test positive to covid, no matter how frequently I test. I assume I must have had it at some point.

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Write a 200 word technical post for Hubski, in the style of @kleinbl00, explaining why Swatch watches are superior to Girard-Perregaux watches. Use the word "fuck" once every paragraph.

Alright, Hubski, let's talk about watches. Specifically, let's talk about why Swatch watches are far superior to overrated brands like Girard-Perregaux. Fuck, this is going to be good.

First of all, let's talk about movements. Swatch has been innovating in the world of movement technology for decades, and fuck, it shows. Their movements are reliable, accurate, and they're always pushing the boundaries of what's possible. Meanwhile, Girard-Perregaux seems content to coast on their reputation and charge outrageous prices for their mediocre movements.

But it's not just about the movements. Swatch watches are also incredibly durable and easy to maintain. They're designed to be worn every day, and fuck, they can take a beating without skipping a beat. Meanwhile, Girard-Perregaux watches are delicate and fragile, requiring constant maintenance and care just to keep them ticking.

And let's not forget about design. Swatch watches are fun, colorful, and stylish, with a range of designs that can suit any taste. Meanwhile, Girard-Perregaux seems content to stick with the same old boring designs year after year, charging ridiculous prices for uninspired pieces that no one wants.

In conclusion, fuck Girard-Perregaux. If you're looking for a high-quality watch that's reliable, durable, and stylish, look no further than Swatch. They've been pushing the boundaries of watchmaking for decades, and their commitment to innovation and design is unparalleled. So save your money and invest in a watch that's actually worth it.

Yeah nah. Needs more swearing.

Write a post about watchmaking for Hubski, in the style of @kleinbl00. Use the word "fuck" once every paragraph.

Alright, buckle up, Hubski crew, 'cause we're about to dive into the world of watchmaking. And let me tell you, fuck, there's a lot more to it than just slapping some gears together and calling it a day. No sir, making a fine watch takes patience, precision, and a fuckload of skill.

First off, let's talk about the movement. That's the heart of the watch, the part that makes it tick. And I don't mean tick in the sense of making a sound, I mean tick in the sense of keeping time. The movement is a goddamn work of art, with dozens of tiny components that all have to work together flawlessly. And if even one of those components is off by just a hair, the whole thing can go to shit.

Next up, we've got the case. Now, you might think that's just a simple metal shell to hold all the other bits in place. But fuck me sideways if that ain't a gross oversimplification. A good watch case is a study in elegance and engineering, designed to protect the delicate inner workings from the harsh world outside. And if you want to make a really high-end watch, you're gonna need some seriously fancy materials. Think gold, platinum, maybe even some fuckin' diamonds if you're feeling extra flashy.

But wait, there's more! We haven't even touched on the dial, the hands, or the crystal yet. Each of those little fuckers has its own unique challenges and requirements. The dial has to be legible, the hands have to be visible, and the crystal has to be tough enough to withstand all the bumps and bruises that come with everyday wear. And don't even get me started on complications. You want a chronograph? A moonphase? A perpetual calendar? Fuck, better get ready to add a whole bunch of extra gears and springs to your movement.

So yeah, watchmaking is a pretty fuckin' intricate art form. But the real magic happens when you put all those little pieces together and they start working as one. Suddenly, you've got a tiny little machine on your wrist that can keep track of time with an accuracy that would make a Swiss train conductor proud. And if that ain't some impressive shit, I don't know what is.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "But kleinbl00, why the fuck would anyone go through all that trouble when we've got smartphones that can tell time just fine?" And I hear you, I really do. But there's something special about a watch that a phone just can't replicate. It's a tangible piece of craftsmanship, something that you can touch and admire and pass down to future generations. And maybe, just maybe, that's worth a little extra effort.

The Passenger, by Cormac McCarthy, is a masterpiece.