Nicotine.

I stopped counting when my last nicotine hit was, which I think might be the key here. A couple of years at least.

No urges, never even think about it.

It’s still my launcher of choice and I’m going to ride it until the wheels fall off.

When I used to work in the office I probably worked about 5 hours a day at most. The rest was spent on personal projects, fucking around, whatever

Now that I work from home it varies between two and four.

My production is exactly the same.

“Putang ina.” (“Son of a whore”)

They said this charming Filipino phrase whenever I did something stupid. So, often enough to count as a catchphrase.

Seems like a nice enough guy, but I’m not a fan. Which is fine, since I’m not his intended audience.

Mostly Harmless.

Allies.

This isn’t the 90s anymore. Today, unmoderated/poorly moderated online spaces are breeding grounds for the usual toxic assholes who ruin everything.

Blackadder, Red Dwarf, Fawlty Towers, the IT Crowd, and (oddly) The Good Place.

I still subscribe to a couple of niche subreddits because their lemmy equivalents haven’t taken off yet. But aside from the occasional check-in, I don’t really visit any more. Amazed at how much time I wasted each day on nothing.

The level of research is evident—Tim Powers doesn’t skimp on the details at all. I normally don’t like espionage thrillers but he makes the Great Game come alive. And that’s before the weirder elements come in.

I’m finally reading Declare by Tim Powers. All I can say is holy shit I never knew how much I needed this book in my life.