Just because someone was right once about something, or even many times about many things, does not mean they will always be correct. Seeing people say, "So-And-So, who called the GFC, says _____" is so stupid.

Let's see how this alien thing plays out (my guess is: it's nothing) I'm putting it right here so that it's in the record. I don't believe Grusch for a second, something is off about that guy.

Why do I even use Twitter or X or wtf ever it even is? To get news, I guess? Why am I asking here? What even is this? What's life? I need a nap.

All this UAP & UFO talk screams fiat psyop to me. I don't believe any two words Grusch puts together.

@Lyn Alden If you're interested in having your new book narrated I would be honored to do it. I've narrated your work before, and it was a pleasure.

Swan Bitcoin

A Look At the Lightning Network

Examining the scaling method of the Bitcoin network and its evolution from a store of value to a medium of exchange.

I'm super thankful I saw Pete Rizzo describe Oppenheimer as a poem. I know he wasn't a huge fan, but watching the movie through the lens of an epic poem made me appreciate it all the more.

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Tomorrow

What is math without somebody doing equations? Where does a triangle exist before it's drawn? What is 2 + 2 without somebody asking the question? Is an inch and an inch without a ruler? The idea that money is just a story is complete bullshit. Money is the physical manifestation of energy and time. People use it, but even without the people it still IS. The truth is still the truth even if there's nobody willing (or able) to speak it.

Why do boomers like fuckwit Schiff think Twitter is a personal blog?

One of the most important things in life (that gets surprising little talk) is sleep. Bitcoiners will yak your ear off for days about what to eat, how to exercise, and what to put in your mind, but I've never seen anybody talk about sleep. After a bunch of research I spent $$$$ on a mattress and it was worth every cent. Handmade in the UK. Horse hair, sheep's wool, and 1,600 springs. It's so much better than the previous mattress I was sleeping on that it isn't even worth comparing the two. I'm happy to talk to you about mattresses, because the stuff that you hear about on podcasts is trash.

Why aren't egirls all over Nostr? They could make more money from a single post than they do for all the work they put into getting an OF following.

After having been zapped a few times (we're talking less than 500 total SATs) I'm blown away by how different it feels than getting a 'like' on Twitter. There's weight to a zap.

I listened to The Richest Man in Babylon. One thing stood out more than anything else: Pay yourself first. Take 10% of whatever you make/earn and set it aside. You won't miss it. Save more if you can.

You can't comply yourself out of a tyranny.

If you think Bitcoin completely eliminates greed, boy are you mistaken.

Take 3 This is the story of a family of three and how they left a grand kingdom in search of a quiet life, and found quite a lot more than they bargained for. But that’s saying a little too much, a bit too soon. Let’s start here, in the garden. It was a simple garden, full of kale and lettuce and a few plump cabbages, and three great big tomato plants full of big red tomatoes. In the middle of summer, like it was then, the family worked together. At the moment we find the mother collecting cucumbers, while the daughter cut them into thick wedges in preparation for pickling. The father, a short way off, was mending the fence that protected the chickens from prowling coyotes and the occasional wolf. A long, long way off, many day’s travel to the west, there lay a grand port kingdom on the edge of a bay. A place is full of shops and craftsmen and artisans that make all manner of wondrous and tasty and delightful things. That is where the father and mother met. Ah, but I can’t continue in this fashion, calling them mother and father. His name was Callen and he met Inris while she was an apprentice baker. They left that place ten years before our story begins, right around the time Inris knew she was pregnant with Anni, which is pronounced ah-ni, the way you might say “ah-ha” without the “ha” of course, and instead adding “knee”.

Take 2 From space, a satellite view, take a moment to look at our earth. Littered with mega-cities of neon light, and teeming with androids and humans alike. Cyberdogs roam the streets looking for nano bites that their masters will reuse and sell for meager profits. The air is filled with the incessant whirring of drones, feeding a constant supply of data to innumerable data centers monitored by countless AI agents. Traffic flows (foot and vehicle), air quality, construction, temperature changes localized to a square millimeter, the data is processed and sold to the highest bidder and used. These are the common cities, where most of the planet's billions live, but most is not all. Zoom back out, back into space, and see the world from here. From the shimmering bruises so many call home, we'll move to the wilds. Out here populations shrink to the thousands per town. This story begins in the wilds of Montana. A home, more of a large cabin really, sits a short ways from a large lake. The sound of its waters caressing the shores can be heard when the wind is still, and the birds are resting. The smell, less briney than the ocean, is more akin to a river. Fresh and carrying the undertones of reeds and grass. In a modest garden we find a family of three working. The father is turning the soil with a shovel, the mother is on her hands and knees planting, and their daughter helps by passing potatoes to mom or the tools dad asks for.

Take 1 This world is full of magic and wonder and mystery. Ancient tombs, deep caverns, sky islands, mechanical golems. It is a world inhabited by creatures of bone and blood and those of steel and copper and oil. There are sky pirates and land pirates, and (yes, of course) sea pirates too. There are valkyries (but not of the sort you’re probably imagining) and swordsmen, and android wizards with powers. And while this story will have many of those things, none of them are the focus. This, here, in the far distant lands far away from most all of that is a family of three. Callen the father, Inris the mother, and their daughter Anni. Their home is a one-and-a-half room cabin, and if you’re wondering how half a room is possible I’ll explain. The ‘half room’ part was the loft above, which extended over half of the lower section. To reach this part of the cabin you had to pull a little rope with a knot at the end, which drew down the ladder and granted you access to what was Callen and Inris’s room. Anni slept below, at least for now. Once she got a little older and wanted more privacy as children growing into adulthood so often seek, they would swap places. Either that or they would build a whole new section, that was something that had been talked about as well. As the story begins, we find all three of them in the garden harvesting this season's crop.

The nostr bots are getting bad. Is there some way to stop them?