I think it’s time to go on a bit of a walkabout.

See you at the turning of the tides.

Yup.

A collection of cracked hashes.

In a spiffy data set.

Right?

But you do need to trust that someone else believes that this made up collection of scrambled eggs has value.

B/c at the end of the day, it’s just a fancy collection of cracked password with some Wingdings thrown in.

Aye.

The invented thing that people somehow believe in.

Getting close to a new religion, isn’t it?

At least until the day the tides turn.

The age of heroes began in a building darkness.

For back then, there were no heroes.

And cowards prevailed.

Credit: Visiting Mongolian professor Ghengis Gange

That fucked my brain right there.

We’re at the dawning
Of a passing age

And here we are
On this passing page

Our friends have gone
They’ve gone and gone their way

And here we are now
Center stage

#lyrics #lyricist

Occasionally you find one soul that understands another.

And I think it’s safe to say #TwoBedsAndACoffeeMachine understands #TheManuscript

The stories of our lives never really do leave our souls.

I’m pretty good at finding bandaids in junk drawers.

It’s weird realizing you’ve been a diplomat for ten years and didn’t know.

In life, rarely do we get a chance to see the full measure of things made right.

Rarely do the accounts of debts owed become paid in full.

Rarely do our memories leave us to our moments of happy discovery.

Yet we wake.

Yet we rise.

And wonder.

In defiance of it all.

I wish moments like those were our next four years.

Altoona McDonalds…

What a wonderful place…

Sorry. Not sorry.

Often times when you’ve told the world the stories of your heart—when you’ve shared the hardest moments of your life—you find the quiet that follows so very vast.

And it’s hard to learn to listen again.

So watch for the small stories.

The mouse sneaking about.

The air dancing between the leaves.

Wouldn’t waste my time on that one.

It’s an article meant to create outrage and rob people of joy and solidarity. The incredulous response you’re feeling is the entire point.

And creating that kind of stuff is the sole purpose of certain organizations.

“How do you tell the world
All those things you want to say

How do you ask a girl
If she likes the way you play

And how do you tell the world
You’re having trouble finding your place

And how do you ask a girl
If she’d would want to say”

You bet. If you need an objective reader somewhere in the process would love to read what you have.

Love reading good writing.

And I try to leave useful notes. 👍

#Jax ‘s “i choose violence” is one hell of an anthemic powerhouse.

Worth a listen and re-listen.

That “Boy one day you’ll be happy to be bit.” is a great line.

FYI:Making a bitcoin:

1. Bruteforce crack/match all the combos of letter/number/characters to equate to a blockchain segment’s hash using a fixed algorithm.

2. …oh…there is no #2.

Crypto is just a glorified guess-my-password scheme. That’s it. There is no intrinsic worth except “backed by bros”.

When you realize your son found your Old Spice cologne.

two men are wrestling in front of a sign that says michael w cantrell md Alt: two men are wrestling in front of a sign that says michael w cantrell md

That’s the guy in jiu jitsu who’s always whispering hook the leg.

Neither.

Sharks.

2025: The Year the Dictators Fell

Some Carnegie Mellon/CISA vibes here

Before I saw your name first thing I thought looking at the picture was “Hello, Daaaaave”

Hope survives.