rhosyn @rhosyn@hackers.town

Yeah, ok, so I guess it's time to learn lock picking. It looks like the perfect sperg hobby.

Me, swapping phones last night:

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It never really ends, does it? The act of taking responsibility, of deciding to be anything but numb, means that one accepts a process that must be continually renewed, not just when the whim strikes, but *every damn day*.

Learning new things. Undertaking new disciplines. Turning intention into attention, and not flagging.

Every day I feel it takes more than I have, and every day I find something else. And if I'm honest, it's only that which keeps me alive.

If any company I work for requires that I leave my laptop camera on so they can monitor my presence, I will work in a fursuit.

Restraint. It's what's for dinner.

Finally got tired of SpiderOak's increasing unreliability and ditched them.

Sorry, Ed.

Having gone to some effort to block the morning sun, I now find myself dodging its reflection off a plastic case on my desk. The damned thing tasks me.

One can never be too paranoid, too early or too late. The time is Now, the measure is More.

I always find myself back here.

Cozy, in 'that steel cylinder with a welder's helmet glass' sort of way, innit?

Things about which I am urged to burble but must remain circumspect. At least my terror abates somewhat.

It feels strange to be "getting my shit together" at my age, and after a 20 year stretch of cave dwelling. But that's the way life is.

They're never going to let us alone, are they. https://boingboing.net/2019/07/26/hitchhikers-guide-to-the-gal.html

Recently I've been a largely self-managed developer, interacting with the clients directly rather than through an active PM.

I kinda like it.