This moment of optimism feels good, but uneasy, like it's been too long since we last met. Like how the first rain of autumn smells, before any root has had a sip.

Imagine if we just voted away the fascism after it's gotten this far. No civil war, no world war; just a "no thanks" and a shut door. They're so weak to emotional damage I can't even fathom the surge of crash-outs that would cause. Yeah... let's do that please, it seems like such a good time.

Do the little bugs that live in our eyelashes know how big we are? Or do they have little maps of the known world and everything beyond the eye socket is just nothing or like a doodle of a soapy washcloth as if to say, "Here there be dragons."

Sometimes I cross a difficult bridge in gamedev and it hits me: I'm making unrealities while spiraling through an infinite void on a wet rock so big I call it "down", wearing a fleshmech literally shaped by that wet rock to exploit it, like, "I'm bored of this and I bet other people are too."

Hey, #cryptography folks, is there a post-quantum-compute solution for public key cryptography or ...?

Educate me plz.

Hey, I don't have the platform of followers for this to reach many of you, if any, but I just want to remind you that the checks and balances of power do not stop at the highest levels of government. 1/3