speen

i work adjacent to politics and try not to Step In It as a general policy, but… i mean… what a dick.

it is pretty fuckin' wild that there is a better-than-even chance that the largest IPO in history will be on a PBC, rather than an LLC.

no joke, this was like striking personal oil. this is the most fun I’ve had playing guitar in the last decade, and possibly the first time composing music has ever felt like a flow state. this project is going to the finish line

arc browser deprecating with a 2-month notice, what a clusterfuck.

happy CVEmas to all who celebrate

my brain: the idea that somebody could buy an indulgence to forgive their sins is ridiculous also my brain: perhaps being a yuppie is forgivable if i support public libraries by signing up for every library at every presentable opportunity

skimming the wiki page for dinosaurs to see if George Washington knew about them, and it’s a very good example of “i will need to read closer for elaboration

learning about the concept of “light purse” and “heavy purse” has changed my life

my source on this is a computer science professor I had in college, but from what i understand, she also coined the term "software engineer"

urban design wonks out here stealing credit from the real somerville traffic safety trend: everybody carpooling with their polycule

found out awhile back that an engineer i worked with at a previous job referred to me as "that kid that doodle a lot". thinking of him tonight

blathers finding out the administration has rugpulled his IMLS grants at least he'd get to liquidate the insect inventory

if a real museum had the ratio of square footage to foot traffic that an Animal Crossing museum does, it'd be defunded fast enough to make that owl's head spin straight off his body

after being in a weird post-move purgatory where all i’ve been doing for 3 months is knocking things off my to-do list, we’re nearing the point where the next item is “learn Unity” and i am scared

i am concerned that a systemic backlash against "vibecoding" has undermined the actual, legitimate pragmatism of prototyping

i have to imagine that network admins and speedtest websites are mortal enemies

the "B" in YAML stands for "blessed by God"

words cannot describe the childlike joy i feel in the deepest parts of my soul when Mother Earth's Plantasia starts playing

boston seems to’ve definitively solved the problem of promoting transit use in suburban areas with a knockout punch: making driving anywhere a fucking terror my options are either $2 for the train to Cambridge or $30 to sit in the back of a rideshare and beg for death? one ticket, please

absolutely cackling

living in MA is the first time in my life I haven’t lived in a right-to-work state, and stumbling across the Encore casino strike on Labor Day weekend certainly hit different

my most unpopular opinion is that the US Seventh Circuit's decision in 2005 to uphold Chicago's ban on competitive homing pigeon racing was a mistake. pigeons should be allowed to race, and also be allowed to rail as much performance-enhancing cocaine through their weird beak nostrils as necessary

product plan: magsafe altoids holder *sharks,*

for the first time in two years my network ad blocker is down, and i legitimately forgot that the internet is a clickbait-driven hellscape of deception and fearmongering

my main line of defense against picking up a gambling habit — to sports, electoral outcomes, individual stocks — is a profound internalized understanding, deep in the core of my psyche, that i am a fucking moron

a cookie without chocolate chips in it is just sweet bread

my hot take on being engaged is that you shouldn’t do it until having a wedding to marry the person you love most in the world is as exciting as being able to jointly file your taxes

i feel like the utility of LLMs has somehow ended up in the same quadrant as a bidet. i understand that it can be incredibly helpful for your personal use and general cleaning up, but if you send me any evidence that you used one i will be incredibly grossed out

the liberty bell tolls in Philadelphia, demanding 9 sacrifices

absolute opium for the soul