I feel like there's a lot going on here.

GN... A beautiful Friday looms.

The letters section of my local newspaper is my absolute favorite part.

Nice funeral for a lovely man. On to smaller things now. The Bears play tonight. THE BEWARES.

I mean, who doesn't want to pay a tax to watch YouTube, am I right?

GM. Funeral today for a good man. An honor to bury him, but not so great to keep losing folks.

BioWare made some of the best games I ever played. Too bad the company went the way it did, effectively killing themselves via the culture war. They do it to themselves.

Goodnight, friends. Halloween looms.

Cook at my local hole unimpressed with my assertion that I earned this beer via a day filled with cleaning.

Cleaning my house is constantly yelling at a Labrador Retriever who was trained from Day 1 never to leave my side.

GA. Cleaning the house today. Cleanliness is not a virtue I have mastered.

GN. On to hump day, good people.

When I realized this is true: when I, a noob who never studied programming past FORTRAN, could vibe an idea I had. It turned out great, exactly what I wanted it to be, and it required no one else to make it happen. Or maybe it was when I started making dumb little widgets in Omarchy. Because I could. Because I wanted to. Everything is going to wind up open source. The only limitation will be with the human imagination. View quoted note →

GM. Tuesday is my Monday, but we shall endure.

Sports Ball, on Armada, for anyone who might be interested in talking sports.

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GN. As Spooktober continues, Memento Mori.

PoW 32 test.

Violent (coordinated) European agitation is the dumbest thing on Earth, and will ensure no positive movement of the needle.

Beautiful autumn day in Northern Illinois. I'll take it.

The thing that I am most grateful for over the last year of my life: there has been zero malice, zero judgment or anyone in my heart.