Straight from @Voltage tech support, Shopify is removing the API for BTC Pay Server. 😭 @nostr.build

Nomenclature. It is really important.

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Is anyone out there like me, intimidated by the whole BTC pay server set up thing? Even reading a FAQ on it it reads like a foreign language to me, talks about entering code etc. This is depressing. @Derek Ross @The Fishcake (nostr.build) Halp. Plz.

GN NOSTR! Don't forget to check the Amethyst store. Lots of new merch from a lot of good circular economists on there. 💋

In the depths of my chest, a heart does reside, But not a mere muscle, nor flesh to hide. For within beats a vessel, vast and wide, Overflowing with emotions, a relentless tide. With every joy, it swells and expands, Embracing the world with compassionate hands. Yet, in sorrow, it weeps, and understands, The weight of empathy, where understanding lands. Oh, my heart, too big for this fragile frame, A symphony of feelings, never tame. It loves fiercely, without shame, And carries the burdens of others, just the same. In its expanse, I find my strength and grace, A boundless capacity in this sacred NOSTR space. For though it may ache, in its endless chase, My heart's vastness is its most beautiful embrace. ~VB

Story Time. Once upon a time, in the sleepy town of Duskshire, there lived a young man named Vincent. Vincent was your average Joe, except for one tiny detail - he was a vampire. Well, maybe not so average after all. You see, Vincent didn't ask for this nocturnal lifestyle. One fateful night, he found himself on the wrong end of a vampire's bite during a midnight stroll through the cemetery. Now cursed with immortality and a thirst for blood, Vincent's life took a sharp turn towards the macabre. But amidst the crimson cravings and moonlit escapades, there was one thing Vincent missed dearly - garlic bread. Yes, that delectable combination of warm bread, butter, and aromatic garlic that he used to devour with gusto. Oh, how he longed for its savory embrace! However, being a vampire had its drawbacks, one of which was an intense aversion to garlic. Every time Vincent even caught a whiff of the pungent herb, his stomach churned and his fangs retracted involuntarily. It was torture, pure and simple. Determined to reclaim his lost love, Vincent embarked on a quest that would make even the bravest vampire quiver in fear - he sought a cure for his garlic intolerance. He scoured ancient tomes, consulted dubious mystics, and even attempted to strike a deal with a witch whose cauldron bubbled with promises of miracles. But alas, every solution proved futile. It seemed that garlic and vampires were destined to be eternal adversaries, locked in a culinary conflict for all eternity. Frustrated and desperate, Vincent resorted to drastic measures. He donned a makeshift hazmat suit complete with garlic-proof gloves and a gas mask and ventured into the local Italian restaurant under the cover of darkness. With trembling hands, he ordered a plate of garlic bread, praying to whatever dark forces may be listening that this would be the moment of redemption. As the steaming bread was placed before him, Vincent hesitated momentarily, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a mixture of fear and longing, he lifted a piece to his lips and took a cautious bite. For a moment, all was still. Then, a strange sensation washed over Vincent - a sensation of relief, of joy, of...normalcy. He chewed slowly, savoring the familiar flavors that danced upon his tongue. It was glorious. But as he reached for another piece, a sudden realization dawned upon him - he was still wearing the hazmat suit. He looked around sheepishly, realizing the absurdity of his situation. Here he was, a vampire clad in garlic-proof armor, indulging in his forbidden pleasure like a criminal in disguise. And yet, as he savored each heavenly bite, Vincent couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all. After all, what good is immortality if you can't enjoy the simple pleasures that life offers? And if that meant risking a little garlic-induced discomfort now and then so be it. With a full belly and a newfound appreciation for the ridiculousness of his existence, Vincent bid farewell to the Italian restaurant to disappear into the night, his heart lighter than it had been in centuries, even lighter than the gas cloud he could become to load away unseen. In the end, even vampires need a little comfort food to get them through the eternal night. And if that comfort food happens to be garlic bread, well, who's to judge? ~VB

Or did they say, ZAP a Thong?