Someone with "Certified trash enjoyer" in their bio: a philosopher, one who understands the way the world works, humble enough to not force that on others.

Someone with "Good opinions" in their bio: a ronin who has chosen the way of the sword, destined to battle every day for the rest of their life; for good or for evil, however, you will not know until they draw steel.

I always have to remember that passage, do not remember who the author was, that goes (heavily paraphrased)

Someone: Life would be so much better if that thing happened
Sometwo: yeah except for the coyotes eating our faces off
1: The what
2: Can't just pretend your life would only be good if you changed something in your past. You'd do other things different. You'd get hurt in different ways. You have to take the good with the bad.

Doing a "Hear me out" in the hypnogirlies chat about the concept of Tensegrity.

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You see it, right? The allure of it?

I remember the sinking of the sealiner, Skype, how we scrambled and clawed onto lifeboats, how we drifted separate ways. But many of us, we had traveled the seas before, we knew some of the currents.

Prior to then, I'd traveled aboard Aim until she grew rotted and unfit to travel, and ceased boarding her from then on, for her sister ship MSN, not long for this world, either.

The vessel Trillian promised great things, and for a time, delivered, but great things seldom last.

Xfire was sleek and shiny and fast. Too fast for her own good.

Even I'd sailed aboard cargo ships, like the great and famous Steam ship.

Even as the great Discord floods her bays at the many-voiced orders of her captain, we've long since put our packs in liferafts, we've exchanged postcards, we know to band together. After all, when every ship must sink or retire, one starts to view them as less permanent homes.

I hold no such illusions that the mailship Telegram, nor her secretive sister Signal will last much longer, already the rust creeps in.

Many boats shine their placards and their captains stand in freshly pressed uniforms on the docks, eager to pick up any passengers they can.

Stoat, Matrix, XMPP, a great many offerers of build-your-own-boats.

For a time, they seem fun to try, and we will see who is the longest lived of them, but never will I forget those most dependable and slow of boats, our ladies of ferried text, Email and IRC and Bulletin Boards. Always a space on them I keep reserved. Just in case.