The Judas.
Very much looking forward to Friday Fish Fry tonight.
Manhattan.
The citizens demand cat pictures and I comply…
James Shelley asks, What’s the fun in writing on the internet anymore?
To put any thoughtful labour into crafting words online today is to watch them get sucked up, repurposed, and often monetized by someone else. It feels a bit like a digital wasteland; overrun with pirates, replete with armies of robots regurgitating everything into a gooey cocktail of digital sludge.
Much food for thought.
Good morning!
(This is actually my wife’s mug. I just wanted to gift you the song that is now likely stuck in your head.)
So many thoughts this morning…
- How blessed I am to know so many trans people.
- Everyone involved with this thing at The Hugo Awards should resign and never be allowed near it. The award itself should remain meaningless until this occurs: Leaked emails show works were excluded from Hugo Awards over China concerns
- The reported death of Alexei Navalny has me simultaneously feeling sad and also wondering why it took Putin so long to carry it out: Jailed Putin critic Alexei Navalny dead, says Russia
- Something just doesn’t pass the smell test with this story to me. Can’t put my finger on why. Just doesn’t seem plausible: How I Fell for an Amazon Scam Call and Handed Over $50,000
I am putting two facial moisturizers in a, um, head-to-head competition to see which one does a better job. This is the kind of exciting life one leads after age 55.
Freshly sharpened.
Big plans.
