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Rich Nost
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Bitcoin hedge wizard. Do not consult me unless as a last resort.

Back in the day, before app stores caught on to bitcoin subvertingtheir revenue models, there was a mobile flappy bird game that paid you in sats for surviving the longest in a round. I must have earned what would eventually become thousands of dollars in sats; just playing that game for hours. Anyways, I'm pretty good at Flappy Bird.

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Whoops. Accidentally gave my mead's primary twice the nutrient it should have received today. Probably will just make it boozier with mild esters that will age out.

Sir. This is artisinal autism.

Yes. The shoes "clip" to the pedals, but they are called clipless for some reason.

Opposite of stirrups, I think

Attempted clipless pedals for the first time. Because I'm a sophisticated adult.

Of course I fell trying to dismount. 90 full degrees of "Fffffuuuuuuuck nnnoooo!"

Two days into my third attempt at meadmaking.

3lb local alfalfa honey and

Local spring water to 1 gallons

IG 1.109

Rehydrated 2g K1-V1116 yeast with 2.5g GoFerm nutrient for 15 minutes.

This time I am trying a TONSA nutrient schedule with 1.12g Fermaid 0. First feeding was last night.

Very vigorous bubbling coming from the airlock.

Go burn a disc. You decide which disc is your last disc.

I burn discs quarterly onto archival grade media. I will cherish each disc as if it were my last.

I'm about to go bitcoin standard. Full paycheck. Yeeted into bitcoin. Pay fiat bills out of Strike as I go. The only way I can be I terestss in my job is if it is a bitcoin job.

Hey, I just want to kill those for whom pedophilia resides outside of them as well.

My trauma counselor tells me the Ghiblis aren't real. They can't hurt me.

Why is he dragging his ass on the ground? Did anyone else wonder if this was AI?

Just about every week at work now, I am asked to use AI to solve some new pressing problem. And I ignore them.

We can't afford to hire a product team. Crank out stories with ChatGPT.

The stories suck and they can't be estimated. Get an estimate out of ChatGPT.

There's some new skunkworks project to turn the site into a giant AI chatbot. The juniors are using Loveable.

I ignore it. I regularly ask them, if they are using a product that produces mathematically average output, how do they intend to be exceptional? Managers, being average people, balk, as if to suggest being average is NOT the same as being inadequate.

People tell me they are afraid of being fired every day. Replaced by an LLM. They furiously cling to the architect of their obsolescence.

I can do anything I want, because I am unafraid of being fired. Every day is just another rack stuffed in the mattress.

Watching vibe coding taking hold among the tourists is probably how a professional 35mm photographer felt when suburban moms started submitting Canon sub-pro digitals to the review forums.

Name a pair of good walking-a-fuck-ton shoes for the summer. My Keens are falling apart after two years.