There are some weird people on LinkedIn. We're supposed to believe that we're the weirdos and they're the normo's, but I guarantee you're stuck on a desert island with Fedi's and it's fuckn paradise on earth, albeit extremely kooky. But stuck on a desert island with those LinkedIn monsters..... you'd better sleep with one eye open. Immediate devolution into incoherent cannibalistic chaos. Every person for themselves trying to climb to the top of the growing mountain of skulls. Language no longer exists - just tattered suit-wearing animals gutterally shrieking I HOPE YOU'RE WELL! KIND REGARDS! Over on Fedi Island, a couple of neighbours have disagreed on whether coffee or tea is supreme, but they've realised it's subjective and decided to respect each others perspectives and have got together to throw a little party to celebrate both coffee and tea enjoyers (although there is still one berk sat in the corner grumbling that if you like tea it means you hate women). The Linux people have invented an unnecessarily complicated method for catching wildlife, but it keeps them happy and busy. Just pulleys and weights and springs going boing, but it mostly works. The wildlife of course not for food, but to assist in identifying edible plants and mushrooms and verdant areas for growing crops. However what's that our lookout can see?! A boat. Coming from LinkedIn island. The alarm is sounded but we are not prepared.....