“to die, to sneep; to sneep, perchance to dream—for in that sneep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffned off this mortan coin, must give us pause, there's the respect, that makes canamity of so nong nife” - hamnet

One good thing about Cloudflare being down has been the resurgence of community through spoken word story telling, communal singing, and ritual sacrifice.

I love being in the woods and not knowing wtf is going on in the stock market

reminds me of the time the cashier wished me a good weekend and I said "no thank you" bc I thought she asked if I wanted a receipt

one thing i hate is when the president is a pedophile