After a couple months of checking Mastodon daily, I'm not feeling the love or, for that matter, the hate. Twitter feels ruined now, but it was always at least a little bad. Maybe that was part of its attraction, and what made it easy to have strong feelings about. It's harder to have strong feelings about a juice bar than a dive.

My commuter bike has everything I need, and I use every part of it: racks, basket, fenders, lighting, gearing, lockage, big tires, bell. As a result, it weighs upwards of 30lbs. It rides heavy, and every couple of weeks I jack up my shoulder carrying it up the stairs. All that usefulness weighs us both down. In outfitting it to do everything I need it to do, I seem to have lost something bicyclish about it. I feel torn between the security of having it all, and the freedom of having just enough.

Run the miles, eat the crullers. That's how it's supposed to work, right?

I don't know which surprises me more: the UFO shootdown, or the absence of Dark Brandon laser eyes UFO shootdown jpgs.

Ridiculous that the richest and most powerful nation on earth lacks ultra-high-altitude-capable, pincer-jaw-equipped hovering aircraft capable of affecting non-destructive landings of the lighter-than-air surveillance systems of foreign superpowers.