If someone is kidnapped by a gang, how can he prove he only holds £6.71 worth of cryptocurrency? Asking for a friend. 😅

Home made Chicken Schnitzel Wiener Art and Bratkartoffeln with Champignon sauce. sauce over the Schnitzel or to the side? #foodstr

I got a riddle for you, what’s orange and going up forever?

wow - that's kind of amazing

*goes to look up "Labubus"*

GM ☀️ Guess where.

Winner zapped 1000 sats.

Clue: in the EU zone.

Mashed potatoes w/ cheese 🤤

Just saw this. I want one!!

Commence operation #plebdad bulk

#foodstr

Brass Fastener is a wonderfully pleasant word pair.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

-Wilfred Owen

recorded myself talking to Pablo and the transcript is chef's kiss

My friends apartment in Lisbon had a urinal in the en-suite.

I'm not joking.

And yes, I can prove it, I took photos 😂

Is anyone buying this whole body deodorant trend bullshit? If your neck stinks you’ve got a fucking problem that deodorant can’t solve.

So, you’re a long term Core dev.

You’ve been in Bitcoin long enough that your stash is going to support you and your family at any level you wish for the rest of your life. Your new girlfriend has driven your Lambo to the hardware store to pick up some nice furnishings for your home office and you’re sitting there looking at Core’s code.

Some people may turn off the monitor, go and buy a beach front property, a set of golf clubs and spend the rest of their lives drinking piña colada’s by the pool.

Others seek meaning and purpose within their lives. For these, Core coding is all they know and they are good at it, so they continue contributing to the one thing in their lives, outside of family, with meaning.

A few years go by and they get an email. It’s from a billion dollar global corp. They’ve seen your work and like it. They’d like to offer you a job as CTO in their company. They want you to come and tell them stuff they don’t know so the company can be even more successful and grow.

Suddenly, guys in suits want to talk to you, they are interested in you and respect the things you say. This is a new feeling, you’ve never had it before. Suddenly, you feel important, you feel vindicated and needed in the real world. You like it, you accept the 6 figure pay cheque, but that’s not the important bit. It’s the job title and kudos and the team of people that now follow your instructions. You have power and respect.

Money doesn’t buy that.

This is better than money.

Hey CTO, we were thinking, that setting in Bitcoin Core, it’s stopping us doing this thing we’d like to do. Do you think you could get that changed. It won’t affect the way Bitcoin works.

Sure you say, logging onto Github now boss.