One thing I love about Nostr is that the pure chronological timeline shows me people saying GM when I’m getting ready to say GN.

Anyway, GN/GM, wherever you are in the world, friends. 🫂

When you're all in bitcoin because you're a maxi, the noise gets turned wayyyy the fuck down on the whole world.

I'm actually not even as "Grindy" (overworking) as I thought I'd be, because I realize time in the market beats everything, and beats overworking yourself IMO, so the key is literally finding a pleasant and sustainable way to hodl, focusing on health and raising your vibration/purifying your body for super longevity & wellbeing, and you realize you basically won, so why stress about anything? Just get and keep your health & lifestyle dialed in, do the POW to keep your sats and/or stack a bit more as you go, and the noise and BS is just irrelevant. Even relationships change, you're not as fearful because your situation just gets better each cycle, you have an unshakeable peace and confidence and fulfillment in yourself and your future and take things with a no fucks attitude, instead of all the drama and lack of before...

More people should get into #bitcoin, I dunno man they call us radical but I think it's awesome to just secure your seed phrase and stack SATs and watch all the BS crumble around you

What’s the first word that comes to mind when you see this?

Gm,

Gonna be a nice weekend.

I think you can do it with Specter.

Nunchuk is the most gangster solution right now. You get privacy/no KYC, full control, flexibility and security features that make a wrench attack useless. Plus the coin control is just a master piece. You can use a Jade + CC or another Jade + Tap-signer for 2/4 or 2/3 too

When I was growing up in middle school and high school, I had a next door neighbor trailer park friend named Jordan, who is quite a character and has showed up in detail in some of my long-form Nostr posts from a while ago. He ran a series of sand-pit fights in his backyard that I participated in.

Sadly, he had the most broken and crazy home, like him and his younger sister were often alone and figuring out life for themselves, with their mom coming back like every other day barely, but Jordan was so charismatic and funny and smart that I hung out with him and his sister a lot at home and at the bus stop. Their trailer was an absolute mess, but it had a chaotic warmth to it from the people there. Jordan basically ran the place. When his absentee single mother came home from time to time after work and whatever else she was up to, she'd be like, "Oh Lyn, hi! I've been out today due to motorcycle lessons. (???) Do you want a bagel? I've got bagels. Jordan, you should be more like Lyn, she's polite. She always says thank you. Stay as long as you want Lyn, sorry for the mess." And I'd be like, "uhmm, thanks!"

Jordan, who was two years older than me, taught me to play Magic the Gathering and Dungeons and Dragons, and got me into anime via Trigun and Cowboy Beebop; all sorts of nerd stuff at a time when I was kind of otherwise aimless. I was living alone with my 60+ year old single father at the time.

We then became a funny duo as teenagers; him as the charismatic outlandish guy who usually got into trouble, taught me all sorts of nerd stuff, got his girlfriend pregnant at age18 and started a family with her, barely got out of high school, and me as the total opposite introverted bookish polite one next door that would play Magic the Gathering or Dungeons and Dragons with his friends group, and that he'd trick his friends into fighting in his sand pit as a joke since they didn't know what they were getting into, but that was like clean as a whistle in terms of schoolwork and relationships.

Anyway, the point of this rambling post is that I first watched Fight Club in the best possible setting. I went over to Jordan's house one evening, and we started watching it. But then his mother called him and said to come to help with some shit she was dealing with, so he was like, "hey I got to go Lyn, but you can keep watching it, no problem." So I was there at night, in his messy trailer alone (???), watching Fight Club. The place was a mess, I felt weird that I was the only one in their home despite not living there, and Jordan was basically a more benign equivalent of Tyler Durden. So actually the movie hit a bit harder because I was both enjoying it but also constantly on edge because I was in a weird environment that didn't quite feel right, and yet felt oddly on-brand for the movie.

Can't really replicate that. And it's burned into my memory better than most movies.

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i need a wife to plan my vacations and a husband to tell my dad how inflation actually works

The last few years I’ve gradually exercised less and consumed more calories.

I’m also in my mid-40s now so that youthful metabolism ain’t so much anymore.

So last week I got out my food scale, started tracking all the calories and macronutrients, didn’t drink alcohol, and walked a lot.

Down 3.6 pounds out of the gate. Feeling good, blood pressure down. Dog happier.