@cstross “People ask why I keep a hammer next to the printer, which is old enough to buy its own cigarettes and lacks wifi. Except for hackers and techies--they don't ask, they look, nod, and know I mean business.”
Morning Walk Report: Another cloudy-cool day. Boxnoggin nervous at slamming car doors, jumpy when the crows swung close to politely inquire about peanuts, needing lots of reassurance. Birch trees soaking up sprinkler water. Summer roses trembling on the edge of blown.
"The technology that was at this time last year being somberly touted as so powerful that it posed an existential threat to humanity is now worrying investors because it is apparently incapable of generating passable marketing emails reliably enough." https://www.bloodinthemachine.com/p/the-great-degeneration-is-this-the
It's such a relief to have candidates who aren't appealing to fascists' nonexistent "better natures". Such a relief to feel like multiple ongoing moral injuries might be at least acknowledged, if not treated.
I keep wanting to pinch myself after peeking at the news.
Later in the article, there's a particularly telling quote. "When you're pouring into that person, you don't get anything back...They just keep taking."
This is what "tradwife" influencers are selling. It's a fantasy built on the broken bodies of exploited women.
Morning Walk Report: Boxnoggin working off stress from yesterday's storm, feral rabbits EVERYWHERE, marvelous cloud cover and coolness, echinacea flowers and something like chrysanthemums in full bloom.
Today's run went smoothly, though not without intense effort. Park deserted save for one other runner (mutual chin-tips), sidewalks populated only by runners as well save for the one lady with a toddler in a stroller, a baby carrier strapped to her chest, and two golden retrievers.
Right. It's been fun, but I've got a hot date with a cavalry detachment moving through broken country and then planning a (fictional! FICTIONAL!) bank heist, so off I go.
Morning Walk Report: Boxnoggin thrilled at cutting through a deserted park, an army of crows pursuing what seemed to be a an owl (poor thing was out far too late), sprinklers chugging away, small early fallen plums wrinkling as they dry on the sidewalk.