Oh, my mind is made up, and there’s clearly no reason to use Crypto for anything. A dumpster fire if there ever was one. I’ll be a spectator, not a participant.

Uh, noooo? Did my mom tell you that? She’s always lying about me!

Joking aside, people pay for porn? Are there upgrades?

I’m getting an invite for my son for one of the private servers I’m a member of. There’s a discount for Crypto and I’ve been trying to up my privacy online but it appears Crypto is not the way. I’ll pay with a card.

They may know my speed or my position, but not both at once.

I think it was there. I can’t imagine leaving it out.

Unless you make a scene, nobody pays any attention to you ever, or will remember you later. You are invisible and anonymous in public.

GABOS.

Prison lingo. Acronym for 'Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy," first heard in the Louis Theroux documentary “Miami mega Jail”.

Louie: Don’t… don’t you feel sympathy for that person? For that other inmate you extorted?

Inmate: GABOS, man… GABOS.

I mean, all holidays are kind of fake. They aren’t self-evident, even kinro kansha no hi.

But happy Kinro Kansha No Hi!

Well that’s one thing that’s becoming clear. It depends on what you fear, not what is objectively “worst”.

Is pain worse than the isolation and hopelessness of dying unreachable, upside-down and alone in Nutty Putty cave? Or is pain worse than dying with no emotions but fear and horror, like with rabies? Or is pain worse than the slow, inevitable fading of the self that comes with Alzheimer’s, dementia, or prion disease? Or how about being in the hands of hostile enemies whose joy is to give you a slow, gruesome death?