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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • It’s an old FritzBox where I turned off wifi etc and just use for VOIP - Pots. When I set it up a some time ago it was EUR 15 or so on ebay, as these old FritzBoxes have no other modern use. They put out “just” enough juice to ring the phone. Ringing is softer than what I know from. my childhood, though.

    Pulse dialing works, but you can’t pause while dialing as it interprets a pause as “now connect the call”. (Real POTS had “incremental” dialing)

    I have these phones for fun, but if I’d need to use them I’d probably buy a new dedicated voip adapter (EUR 150+).

    Old FritzBox routers are cheap here, that’s why I use them.


  • The most common routers here in Germany have POTS connectors and convert that to VOIP internally. At least for POTS with DTMF. I keep one specific router around that even still supports pulse dialing as I have two rotary phones from the 1950s and 1970s still hooked up for fun. (They work, except for the fact that nobody knows the number of my land line)

    When the biggest provider in Germany switched from POTS and ISDN to VOIP there was also a number of solutions available for bigger installations, so you could keep your POTS installation while the adapter does the VOIP conversion.

    So all in all switching worked mostly fine.













  • My small pizza oven goes to 400C. Everything else is not enough for good pizza. Cooking time for a pizza is 2 to 3 minutes. With that I’ll get a nice leopard pattern on the dough.

    My household oven goes up to 300C but just because it supports pyrolysis. (Best thing, I bought it used from Kleinanzeigen for Eur 50 after about a year of searching for a pyrolysis oven that was sold for cheap). Running Pyrolysis about 4 times a year, so the cost is reasonable but the oven still is CLEAN.



  • The door refused to open. It said, “Five cents, please.”
    He searched his pockets. No more coins; nothing. “I’ll pay you tomorrow,” he told the door. Again he tried the knob. Again it remained locked tight. “What I pay you,” he informed it, “is in the nature of a gratuity; I don’t have to pay you.”
    “I think otherwise,” the door said. “Look in the purchase contract you signed when you bought this conapt.”
    In his desk drawer he found the contract; since signing it he had found it necessary to refer to the document many times. Sure enough; payment to his door for opening and shutting constituted a mandatory fee. Not a tip.
    “You discover I’m right,” the door said. It sounded smug.
    From the drawer beside the sink Joe Chip got a stainless steel knife; with it he began systematically to unscrew the bolt assembly of his apt’s money-gulping door.
    “I’ll sue you,” the door said as the first screw fell out.
    Joe Chip said, “I’ve never been sued by a door. But I guess I can live through it.

    Philip K. Dick, Ubik