Is blackrock’s new covered call/income ETF bullish or bearish for Bitcoin price action? Will it outperform STRK? What do you think Donald Trump’s crypto capital of the world will look like? SBR still full of moths and dust? Should my stacking be phased? It’s not; I’d rather go harder than stop.

In a brilliant twist of fate, while working out of town my podcast app decided to quit loading new episodes. No more fresh feeds, no more instant hits of new content. I’ve actually just wrapped up yesterday’s news, and for the first time it’s been easy to tally my listening: 22 hours in the past two days. It’s dawning on me how dependent I’ve become on that steady drip of brand new podcasts. My routine has been simple: finish one, refresh, and hit play on whatever pops up next, whether it sounds interesting or not. Maybe this little disruption is teaching me something about chasing order without reason and embracing eclectic content. Still, after 48 hours of stale feeds and fading dopamine, it’s starting to feel like a problem. Am I the only one who goes through this? Can anyone relate? And if so, what would you suggest?

Bitcoin’s issuance is predictable, buying is sticky, and unwinds are chaotic. All of it makes you appreciate the rare peace and quiet, or the steady stream of thought that’s yours alone, whether it comes smooth or comes heavy. There are no bear or bull markets, only the rise toward the heavens and the return back to earth, the vibration climbing to your higher self and the grounding that reminds you who you are, right here, right now, and why that matters. Can you shrink the big or magnify the small? Sometimes the world only makes sense when you flip it on its head and balance on your hands. Can you take it all in one breath or sip by sip, and still stand tall in the face of what you fear most? I didn’t always believe in myself, but believing in yourself is a choice not a trait. I believe in you, we people are full of surprises.

Today I finally got to meet my ₿est ₿itcoin ₿uddy of over 2 years. He’s always been anon; I never knew who he was, only that he was the homie I could talk to about anything: Bitcoin, guns, or even personal struggles. We’d chat almost daily, sometimes not, but always real. When we met, I gave him multiple handshakes and even a hug. It felt like the stuff dreams are made of. I’ve never had that online buddy turned real-life brother moment people talk about from gaming, but now I do, and it’s one I’ll never forget. Even better, it happened at a gun show that’s pure nostalgia for me: the same place my uncle and grandfather used to take me to as a kid. After linking up, we walked the floor, checking out guns, talking, just soaking it all in. Words don’t really do it justice, but it felt wholesome, meaningful, and honestly… canon. This is why I Bitcoin. I’d bet every one of you is an individual worth knowing, and it’s an honor anytime I get to meet someone from this world in the wild. There are billionaires out there with emptier hearts not as full as mine. I wouldn’t trade my stack, family, friends, or life for anything else. This, right here, is priceless. This is the way I’m supposed to be living. More days like this, and I’ll be the richest man alive. Maybe not in fiat, but in love, loyalty, and the people I get to call my friends and family.

Bitcoin doesn’t need to disrupt other assets; it just shines so bright that others fade. It’s the final store of value, the terminal design. Everything beyond SoV only accelerates NGU.

No quantum computer today, or in the next decade, comes close to breaking Bitcoin. By the time a real threat emerges, Bitcoin will have already upgraded. Bookmark this and dunk on me later if I’m wrong. Rushing into unproven fixes isn’t Bitcoin’s way, nor should it be. The best move is to buy time until a quantum resistant signature scheme is battle tested and obvious. It’s AI, quantum, and Bitcoin…not crypto. Mix AI or quantum with crypto and you get a casino of bad incentives. Mix them with Bitcoin and you get the strongest foundation of value and sentiment.

Chasing feelings is a quick way to lose yourself, but one I’ve never regretted is this: I’m right where I’m supposed to be on my journey. Not where I thought I’d be 5 years ago, but exactly who I am and where I am today. Plans matter, growth matters, but expectations often mislead. If you reach a “finish line” and it isn’t what you hoped, draw a new one. You’re still alive, still moving, and the right place will feel right when you’re in it, and wrong when you’re not. That’s the feeling I carry. And if you’re reading this, I’m sending the same energy your way. For me it came through Bitcoin, hard work, a smile, and passion. For you it may come differently (I still recommend all of the above), but it will come. Everything happens for a reason, and if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.

Bitcoin’s adoption is self reinforcing: every new user increases its utility for the next. We may have passed the era of earnest evangelism; when persuasion fails people get creative. Whether it’s subtle nudges or absurd extremes, adoption is accelerating by any means necessary.

How many bitcoin held by exchanges are actually for sale? All I’ve ever seen is ~2 million and all I’ve ever smelled is fish.

Bitcoin has become so real for me that I sometimes forget; there are still people out there who haven’t even had a taste. It’s like coffee or beer: an acquired taste, but once it’s acquired, nothing else compares. But don’t forget: consumption cuts both ways. These tastes get their hooks in us too. Bitcoin is different, less parasitic, but still transformative. Everyone goes through their own metamorphosis. Shedding fiat layers becomes addictive, but don’t shed so much that you lose the qualities that led you here in the first place. Bitcoin isn’t about becoming someone new; it’s about becoming a truer version of yourself. A new hope, not a new mask. Overcorrect, and you risk falling back into the same groupthink you thought you escaped. Adopt it or don’t. I’m too busy uncovering who I really am, or better put: through the privilege of Bitcoin and the stubbornness of conviction; too busy shaping who I want to be to worry about whether you’re ready to buy, much less understand.

Bear markets aren’t born from people being bearish and selling; they’re born from people being too bullish, overleveraging, and becoming forced sellers of more than they ever bought in. Stay convicted, but beware the trap of leverage, my friends.

I don’t need rate cuts to get more bullish on Bitcoin. Some do, and their demand will move the market more than mine, but my conviction stays the same regardless. If your financial future hinges on parsing a man’s words, tone, and demeanor just to decide where to park your money, that’s reason enough to opt out. I’ll keep taking profits into Bitcoin.

The real question, my friend: stack more sats, or stack more skills so you can stack even more sats?

Tiny Tim the lumberjack (me). It feels wrong to turn these trees into firewood; they’d make beautiful lumber. One day I’ll have the tools and skill to make that happen. Bitcoin will help me get there, but let’s be real: you can’t turn a tree into boards with sats alone. Still, if Bitcoin powered kilns ever become a thing, I’ll proudly say it touched every part of the process. I’m posting this partly to keep myself accountable: I’m too skinny for my own liking, and I’m grinding toward 200 lbs. Most of the chainsaw work is done. The old 041AV: 50+ years under its belt: still purrs like a kitten, but she refuses to hit WOT like she should. You can see the size of some of the cuts it chewed through. I was glad to get the axe swinging in its place. Maybe I overestimated how the saw would keep pace with a modern Husky 460 Rancher or Stihl MS291, but I’m holding out hope she’ll buck like new once I tune her right. Maybe I’ll grab an Alaskan mill down the line, but the real dream is a bandsaw mill. The 041AV might not be up for all that; it definitely carries its age, but I’ll push it as far as it’ll go. Wrapped up the day with some NY strips. Every ounce of me is worn out, so every ounce of steak counts.

Whales prove that even diamond hands can eventually melt into paper after decades of nonstop pressure and pumps. That’s not a bad thing: it’s redistribution. The coins move to hands that may not hold as much, but can value them just as deeply over the next decade. I believe in the slow burn of DCA. I’ve never stopped, but I also get it: when exposure grows large enough to tighten your collar, dips feel smaller, yet each one costs more. Every “buy the dip” is a harder pill to swallow. Maybe not everyone has a number, but everyone has a limit. I don’t worry about who’s buying or selling. I only know what I’m doing: pushing my limits, and every day, I wake up smiling, knowing why I’m here.

In a world of true peers, violence has no place. We don’t need identical thoughts, only equal standing. I don’t long for a compliant world, only a respectful one. Conflict is inevitable, but there are infinite better ways to resolve it than what we witnessed today. Trust sparingly, question everything as if it were a psyop, and pray for those burdened by tragedy. RIP Charlie Kirk.

Got her purring like a kitten, boy do I love this saw, it’s bitcoin color so you know it gets work done. It was designed pre fiat, I’ve determined it’s an early 70s model, don’t let the top shroud fool you, it is a 041AV farm boss, the original was damaged and replaced when it was ran over by a tractor in the 90s. The two tone color has grown on me and I’m not sure what the original actually looked like just that it was before Stihl went orange and was more reddish. I just need to sharpen the chain to razors then I’ll fly away like a witch on a broom.

Digital assets? That’s the fiat marketing gloss. I didn’t sign up for normalization. It’s Bitcoin or it’s fool’s Bitcoin. The pace feels slow, but slow is smooth, and smooth becomes fast. Still, Satoshi can’t help you if your bags are empty. I don’t watch who’s stacking or selling. My compass hasn’t shifted. Not stacking would feel like not brushing my teeth: neglecting the one habit that keeps me grounded in truth. #Bitcoin

I just orange pilled a potato. AMA.

The whole point of today was to get some more veelogs, but I’m regarded and only took pictures, however I’ll put them in chronological order and let yall imagine a cool video: 1. Caught up with my horse homie 2. Fought some vines for a fence 3. Some of the vines were muscadine and would probably make good wine 4. Found a toad friend 5. Vine with perfect crosshair pattern?! Never seen before. 6. Found the murder hornet nest and the reason they attacked me last time (I destroyed their nest taking the vines off) they weren’t there this time, must’ve moved on. 7. After getting all the vines removed you can tell the damage to the fence, I would have fixed it better but it started lightning/thundering and poured on me 8. Saw a fellow young buck (Satoshi confirmed? He ran aways when I asked if he made Bitcoin…seems like he’s hiding something…)