I walked around the city with some friends for a few days, and the second day, after spending about 6 hours together the day before, he got notified a pair of airpods was following him - mine.

This is what I've been waiting for.

Well, honestly I'm waiting for a 15" because 16 is a bit too big, but I'll consider it if they have a killer screen and audio option, because I'm tired of stagnant computers, graphics, and terrible audio out of Windows laptops.

Fusion is probably a (very) long term solution, and tbh, unless we're also prepared to supply that to the rest of the world, it's not really a fix. Much of places like India, China, Africa, and South America require socioeconomic change too, but the catch is, most of those problems are either enabled or straight up caused by Western capitalism, and capitalism is quite happy with those results thank you much.

So, really, the best we can do is minimize what we're creating, keep planting trees as you say, and try to capture what remains.

TBH we probably already need the sulfur dioxide. But also, if we're giving away free solar, we should probably work on finishing ours here, too. But of course, we'll never do that either if our pols are still monetarily beholden to the fossil industry.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying this is the solution, or even a good final one. Just that it's something we probably need, and on the heavy assumption that it is being done properly and with enough efficiency, it's a step in the right direction. And of course, seeing that this is in AZ, it's quite reasonable to say it should be solar powered to boot.

The one thing I can say though is that if they are doing it to sequester carbon from their processes, it might actually be more beneficial than simply planting trees and hoping for the best, especially when the plant in question is located in desert areas.

It depends on how efficient the process is though, because if it's only partial capture, or the concrete suffers in some manner requiring more replacement, etc, then it might not be. But really, we are pretty well way beyond the point of being able to tree our way out of this. We need active sequestration methods and potential active decarbonization of the atmosphere now, and likely still then some weather modification like solar screening via reflective gases or particulate in the atmosphere.

The trouble here is that one year's heavy precipitation does not a drought end make. You need consistent rain that doesn't overwhelm the dams or cause regular releases which largely go to waste (at least for most human use), and deep, consistent snowpack, which is built up over many years, not a single event.

If it returned to drought this year, that water would still run out very quickly.

People need to not go back to their wasteful habits, we need to get farms out of the arid climate, let aquifers refill, and kill off the golf courses and wasteful lawns.

At least ice the staircase.

Some paint cans on string?

I hope your landlord falls down the stairs on the way out from handing them an eviction notice, and better, I hope they're unable to move or call for help but everyone in the building just steps around them and ignores them til it's too late. 💜

The O is silent. It's just Blizz now.

Spike their drinks with E and let them get all in vino veritas on each other. Half the convention will end up making out with each other, some well placed cameras and you end up taking down half the Republicans in the convention.

Cameras. Cameras EVERYWHERE.

I have sent this to no less than a half dozen people. This is beautiful.

Nah you can just keep firing black cops and charging them. Can't risk prosecuting some of the whi... err, good cops.

I should call her.

Not likely. Right now finance is spending all its waking time and resources on scooping up real estate hoping to make it a permanent source of income for itself. It'll take decades for that to be undone if it happens at all, which isn't likely.

We have this fantasy that Boomers kicking off will free up tons of real estate and drive down prices and it seems very unlikely. In most cases that will simply be passed on to other family members, and while many will be sold on, many more will hold onto it if only for a better price, whether it comes or not.

I think the reality is that a lot of the current generation that can't afford a home will be stuck with that going into the future. Millennials and Gen Z to be sure, but many from Gen X are in that boat as well. And even then, banks won't sell off homes on the cheap because they aren't profitable anymore. They'll try to sell off the land to developers, anything to pull one last profit from it.

Not a voicemail, but other memories come up in the same light for me.

I had a woman who was my best friend, a big sister to me, and sadly she died, over 10 years ago now. I miss her every day, and even though she could be a little direct and sometimes unemotional, one of the last messages I ever got from her was possibly the most incredible and supportive messages I could've ever asked for.

She passed away suddenly, and I treasured that text - for about a month or three. I had a T-Mobile Sidekick at the time, and those phones didn't locally cache anything beyond reboots. When the T-Mobile Sidekick servers went down when Microsoft bought Danger, they advised I try restarting knowing what was going on, and what effects it could have.

I lost that message, and all of our communications forever.

Do your best to make sure your data is securely backed up, and don't pass up opportunities to make more good memories with your people.

I've signed up following my uncle's need for one. Turned out I was a.match but an older woman was also a match, and it seemed they wanted to go in that direction since I was younger. Not sure if there was an assumption that she would be less likely to have issues in life requiring their own transplant.

Don't forget there are other good options for donation too, I have been on the bone marrow registry since I was like 25 because my boss's son got leukemia (sadly he didn't survive, but left an amazing legacy).

"Raise the dead," they said, "It'll be fun,' they said.

Ok, they never said that. The one thing they did say was never to experiment with necromancy. Surely, resurrection didn't count though, right? That's animating skeletons and liches and stuff. This should be a positive thing, at any rate.

I guess it helps to know who or what you're resurrecting, though.

Magic is hereditary, and while nobody knows exactly where it began, and sometimes an anomaly does pop up, for the most part magic runs in the blood, and it's that simple. As such family lineages go back at least a few hundred years for most, a thousand or so for a few select families. Know someone who was "descended from Charlemagne"? Chances are they're magic. Or full of it.

In any case, nobody's lineages go back much past that, and right now you were sincerely wishing they did. With a few fateful words you had brought back to the world something that should have stayed dead - that you wished had. And it was sizing you up.

Sanavar, The End of Hope, among other epithets, stood before you, and when they spoke, your marrow chilled in your bones. "Greetings, my progeny." The words were... felt, not heard. "You are powerful for one so young."

Stammering you answered, not exactly knowing what you'd say as the words dribbled out. "Thank you, I'm a bit of a natural" you said, already feeling like being too proud of your accomplishments today is a mistake. Still, you babbled a bit because you knew who you were speaking to, and didn't know what else to say. "I mean, I study whatever I can get my hands on." The spell you'd pulled out from the abandoned magical library lingered in your mind. Casting your eyes to the floor, if only to break the gaze of Sanavar, you fumbled behind you to bring the scroll forward, the thought of a way to undo this passes over your mind.

Seizing upon the dusty parchment and bringing it around in front of you, you look up and suddenly realize Sanavar towers directly in front of you, and they reach out and snatch your wrist. "Old magic indeed," a voice of flame and smoke reverberates in your mind as they appraise the scroll, as your wrist feels frozen and smoldering at once. "This place is a source of immense power, and you were wise to try this ritual here. By our wisdom we shall make of you our Emissary to this world, and you shall bring them under my heel. Kneel, progeny."

Wrist still in an iron grip, you do as commanded. A hand that seems to shimmer in reality, there and not, reaches out to touch your forehead. Your free hand behind you, and with all your concentration, you make a symbol that your master taught you, something to be used in direst emergency. Finishing not a moment too soon, you feel an inrush of seeming incomprehensible thought, and the realm around you swims and shifts.

"Rise," commands the voice of terror. Shakily clambering to stand, your vision swims violently in a manner you've never contemplated. Behind the unholy being a light so bright it causes you disorientation and pain explodes into view, a luminous being emerges. Hearing your name as if from a great distance you wince and double over, only feeling the aftermath of what happened.

Sanavar roared as the blast of magic impacted them, and you felt the blastwave washed past you. Glimpsing him from between Sanavar's legs, your old master and grand master of your order completed another spell lifting Sanavar off the ground and into the wall behind you. Scrambling to your feet you summon what energy you have and steady yourself as Sanavar prepared to counter attack.

Remembering a spell you'd once read through the brain fog, your master's blast was caught and deflected by Sanavar as if he'd sent a training flare. Adrenaline slowed your perception of time and seeing an opening, you unleash a swarm of razor-like voids in space. It tore at Sanavar's flesh, and over the sound of pain, in your mind you hear that darkest voice in rage and shock, "You dare to attack with my own magic, progeny!?!"

Mid summon, your master was staring at you in something between appraisal and horror. Focusing to clear your mind and appreciating what had just been said, you realize you never studied that spell, or even heard of it.

Like a splinter in your mind, a spell calls to you. A brief flick of your wrist sharpens your recollection, the memory of the scroll you'd had before clarifies. Sanavar, seeing the curl of your lip, takes a defensive stance, ready to deflect your spell. A complex twisting produces a burst of electricity in the air. Directing your motion directly at The End of Hope, the deflecting spell starts, but stops as quickly as it started. A gentle gust of wind enters the room through boarded up windows, and Sanavar fades to mist.

"Master, I..."

"We will talk about this," he says sharply, but then, softening, "after some rest."

"And much more," you think to yourself, without meaning to.

Your master's eyes widen in shock.

Leshy.

*Leshy stops, then starts slowly backing away*

As a Jew I would be aghast and know my life had gone seriously off the rails if someone like Putin were to be excited over my election. Shows you that there's some bad vibes in the universe when Yoni dies heroically and his shitty brother rides that wave into fanatical right wing expansionism.

Having been to Tom's once (save yourself the time, service is terrible and food is mediocre at best, and prices reflect their assumed popularity), and having lived in that neighborhood, it really does sum up that neighborhood well.

That said, yes, it's a fantastic song, and it's just got this quality to it that is beautiful.

I would very much like to sleep with my dreams. They're pretty hot.

I'm about a season ahead of you right now! :)