I think I’ve entered the point in my career where I’m skilled enough to be bored, but not bored enough to change the scenery. I don’t even have a notion of what a change of scenery would look like at this point. I think the best I could hope for is someone else deigning to make plans for me.

Lately I’ve been getting into meshtastic. It’s pretty awesome, honestly. Two planes have flown overhead and said “hello” so far. Very neat stuff. The distances that meshtastic can achieve over 915mhz is really quite wild.

90 Day Fiance “star” Angela Deem, a woman who is purportedly 58 years at time of filming but looks like she’s 75- she’s upset that her Nigerian husband doesn’t want to be her slave.

Let it be clear; There is an unfortunate group of Americans who seek relationships with foreigners in order to start a relationship on unequal ground and hold citizenship over the other person’s head. Angela Deem and a few other “90 Day Fiance” stars are decidedly just trying to buy slaves.

Algeria knocked the absolute lights out of Italy in the Olympics in Paris recently and everyone’s tits are sore about it. There seems to be a lot of information swirling around this individual, but there are a few facts that really shouldn’t be discarded. First, Algeria isn’t exactly a “LGBT-friendly” country. Homosexuality is illegal in Algeria. So how exactly would a trans person obtain a passport legally if they cannot legally change the gender they identify with? It’s stated that Imane Khelif’s passport lists her as female. As a direct result you can assume her birth certificate was issued identifying her as female, which would mean the doctor who facilitated her birth observed she is genetically female.

Holy shit, I’m almost positive I have Cystic Fibrosis at this point. This is just fucking absurd. A full ten day regimen of Doxycycline, Albuterol, Prednisone, and I’m still not actually better yet. It feels like someone laced one of my joints with industrial abrasive. I guess I have to go back to a doctor and see what the hell they say, which is just ridiculous, because God damn.

I can’t just live at the clinic.

Tried working this week with the cough going on, it didn’t go great. I got some stuff done, but certainly not as efficiently as I could at 100%. In any case, I’m home and bored and recovering right now. I’m starting to feel better. I’m producing gunk from my lungs and the more I remove from my lungs, the better I feel. It’s almost as though I can impactfully feel elevated oxygen levels in my body. I probably can, in all honesty, but I don’t have an oxygen sensor to definitively track it.

Kamala Harris needs a personality coach if she’s going to make the needle move this election cycle. I’ve checked her voting record, and it’s pretty far left. She’s going to have to find some swagger as well as some common ground with people that I’m sure she’s upturned her nose at for a considerable amount of her life. That was always something Biden seemed to struggle with, getting into public shouting matches with construction workers and other randoms.

I’m a firm believer that when something absolutely shits the bed as hard as the CrowdStrike Agent software has, they should be reporting directly to Congress on what happened, why it happened, and how it could be prevented in the future.

I would also love to see exploratory hearings on opening this sort of software up, making code transparent, and fostering sharing among security professionals. Truly, this is the way forward for humanity, and the only thing in the way is greed and arrogance.

It’s an odd thing to think about, but I think it speaks to the maturity of our species. Most of my life I remember physics being the search for grand and unifying models and equations that explain all processes and activity from the micro-world of muons to the macro-world of quarks. As a species it does appear as though we’re entering a new era of discovery, and part of that new era is realigning our expectations of the data we gather. So far we have seen unexpected maths popping up in odd places and maths that you would expect to cleanly explain things just fall apart with little deference.