Where did you get that hat?

You can't comply yourself out of a tyranny.

You do all that without wearing a mask?!

We have a lot more than memes.

150,000 PAGES? Or words? If the former that's somewhere in the range of 45,000,000 words. Which is The equivalent of 600 copies of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, or 475 The Hobbits.

I know you write a lot, but that can't be right ... can it?

You say 50 rolls, okay. Does 100 rolls add much more entropy? It seems like it would double it, but maybe not.

What about 500 rolls?

If you think Bitcoin completely eliminates greed, boy are you mistaken.

Take 3

This is the story of a family of three and how they left a grand kingdom in search of a quiet life, and found quite a lot more than they bargained for. But that’s saying a little too much, a bit too soon.

Let’s start here, in the garden. It was a simple garden, full of kale and lettuce and a few plump cabbages, and three great big tomato plants full of big red tomatoes. In the middle of summer, like it was then, the family worked together. At the moment we find the mother collecting cucumbers, while the daughter cut them into thick wedges in preparation for pickling. The father, a short way off, was mending the fence that protected the chickens from prowling coyotes and the occasional wolf.

A long, long way off, many day’s travel to the west, there lay a grand port kingdom on the edge of a bay. A place is full of shops and craftsmen and artisans that make all manner of wondrous and tasty and delightful things. That is where the father and mother met. Ah, but I can’t continue in this fashion, calling them mother and father. His name was Callen and he met Inris while she was an apprentice baker.

They left that place ten years before our story begins, right around the time Inris knew she was pregnant with Anni, which is pronounced ah-ni, the way you might say “ah-ha” without the “ha” of course, and instead adding “knee”.

Take 2

From space, a satellite view, take a moment to look at our earth. Littered with mega-cities of neon light, and teeming with androids and humans alike.

Cyberdogs roam the streets looking for nano bites that their masters will reuse and sell for meager profits. The air is filled with the incessant whirring of drones, feeding a constant supply of data to innumerable data centers monitored by countless AI agents. Traffic flows (foot and vehicle), air quality, construction, temperature changes localized to a square millimeter, the data is processed and sold to the highest bidder and used.

These are the common cities, where most of the planet's billions live, but most is not all.

Zoom back out, back into space, and see the world from here. From the shimmering bruises so many call home, we'll move to the wilds. Out here populations shrink to the thousands per town.

This story begins in the wilds of Montana. A home, more of a large cabin really, sits a short ways from a large lake. The sound of its waters caressing the shores can be heard when the wind is still, and the birds are resting. The smell, less briney than the ocean, is more akin to a river. Fresh and carrying the undertones of reeds and grass.

In a modest garden we find a family of three working. The father is turning the soil with a shovel, the mother is on her hands and knees planting, and their daughter helps by passing potatoes to mom or the tools dad asks for.

Take 1

This world is full of magic and wonder and mystery. Ancient tombs, deep caverns, sky islands, mechanical golems. It is a world inhabited by creatures of bone and blood and those of steel and copper and oil. There are sky pirates and land pirates, and (yes, of course) sea pirates too. There are valkyries (but not of the sort you’re probably imagining) and swordsmen, and android wizards with powers. And while this story will have many of those things, none of them are the focus.

This, here, in the far distant lands far away from most all of that is a family of three. Callen the father, Inris the mother, and their daughter Anni. Their home is a one-and-a-half room cabin, and if you’re wondering how half a room is possible I’ll explain. The ‘half room’ part was the loft above, which extended over half of the lower section. To reach this part of the cabin you had to pull a little rope with a knot at the end, which drew down the ladder and granted you access to what was Callen and Inris’s room. Anni slept below, at least for now. Once she got a little older and wanted more privacy as children growing into adulthood so often seek, they would swap places. Either that or they would build a whole new section, that was something that had been talked about as well.

As the story begins, we find all three of them in the garden harvesting this season's crop.

I dislike Taleb so much. Ego the size of the multiverse. He wouldn't know what humility was if it crawled up his ass, out his mouth, and slapped him in the face.

The memory carried on the smell of wet grass hit her hard. Dad had mowed the lawn every weekend, but that particular Saturday after it rained the night before had been the one that stuck to her.

Maybe it was because of how frustrated he'd been.

Every couple of feet he'd get stuck in the mangy wet grass and have to shove the mower with his foot. On every pass he'd tip the thing over to scrape the collected muck out of the bottom. The whole job usually only took him ten minutes, the yard wasn't all that big, but that time it took him over an hour.

She'd watched him from her second story room, face in her hands, elbows on the sill. The whole scene played clear as the day it happened any time she encountered the smell.

Mom walked back in from the hallway bathroom. "You alright?"

'I guess." Joan turned from the open window.

"The grass." Mom pushed a lock of gray-white hair back behind her ear.

Joan took a seat at the kitchen table. "Yeah."

10,000 pizzas

How do Keynesians square this?

1. Inflation is transitory

2. We are trying to target X inflation

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Stack SATs for your last name, not your first.

I've gotten this question a few times: "How can I orange pill people?"

My answer: "You can't. All you can do is better educate yourself so that when people come to you with questions you have answers, or know where to send them."

I'm so glad I learned about Bitcoin when I did.

If I had bought 100s or 1000s of coins for pennies back in the early days there's no chance I would have held.

What does it do?

Stack for your last name; not your first.

Stack SATs for your last name; not your first.