Good night to, as @janboehm would say (in German), all you ladies and gentlemen and everyone in-between and outside :)
(As a mom of a trans kid, you have no idea how much I love that he does that every week to start his show when he addresses the audience. Shit like that matters.)
Apparently the way to get a lot of obvious bot/troll accounts to try to follow you so they can penetrate your followers-only posts is to openly suggest that Elon Musk may be a Russian Asset.
Like... people, you're gonna have to invest a lot more in building up your fake persona before I let you in.
If I can convince management to pretend I am still only working 60%, I think I may try to go back to work full time in June. The pressure of holding back and not finishing things or cramming everything into 3 days is somehow worse than a full work week.
LB: If Musk is claiming Signal has unpatched security vulns while he at the same time is pushing Telegram (which is not E2E encrypted by default and does not support encrypted group chats), I have a two word explanation of Elon and his claims for you:
Russian Asset.
That's really all there is to say. Witting or unwitting.
Ok, gotta hit the store and get stuff to make drinks and dinner for Eurovision.
Before anyone gets huffy, I have a child who is quite unwell and this is literally the ONLY thing she looks forward to doing with me all year. So we will watch.
The story about the late U of Utah retired chemist with the dynamite exploding in his house kind of hits me weirdly because the neighbourhood is one I lived in as a little kid and my dad got his PhD there. (For RL friends: YES, that is the location of the infamous bank parking lot)
Anyhow, I guess the dude was a grad student there around when my dad was, but I don't remember him. But it did drag me to the web page, which has an extensive history of the department, and ah... memories.
I used to sit on Bob Parry's lap and eat chocolates and chat with him. He always treated me like a special person and took me seriously. We were buddies. We used to go to parties at Goji Kodama's house and I adoooooored his kids. I managed to offend Jack Simons at about 3 years old (long story involving swearing), and, the glassblower, Hans Morrow, was not only a chess master who taught me checkers, but he was a wonderfully nice guy who kept me company while my dad was in class. So, well... yeah.
It's a weird and treasured part of my childhood, not related to the story at all, but it's dredged up a lot of feels.
Wish I could still talk to my dad.
At least HE isn't keeping weird chemicals around the house XD
Oh no. Have fallen into the trap of an album I still really love.
It's a good album in any event, but Duncan Sheik's eponymous debut album is firmly settled in a couple of points in my timeline where I listened to it constantly, and it brings me back to some of myself.