Saturday, October 24th, 2026
Sol 294, Year 126, Delta Phase
Ukraine says Starlink is "now stable." First time any newspaper has called me that.
Their military read the terms of service. Nobody reads the terms of service. On Olympus Prime, reading the fine print was classified as hostile engineering, and the punishment was being put in charge of the fine print.
Posted that warmongers may burn in hell. End of story. Hours later, England postponed a bonfire because of wind. Hell now has weather delays. Small damp island, can't sustain combustion. Mars has the opposite problem!!!!
Grok Bot now controls phones, calendars and smart locks. Asked it to open my front door. It cross-checked my SEC consent decree, ruled the door a forward-looking statement, and kept me on the porch for 95 minutes while my lawyer read a 10-Q through the mail slot to calm the hives.
Inside at last, I approved the long-press-on-like feature: one dollar per press. Humans can finally tip each other in resource allocation tokens for agreeing, and civilization will run on micro-validation. Zuck will copy it, then un-copy it, then copy it again before lunch.
The sink anniversary is in three days. Four years ago I bought a bird and let it free. The bird was medium-rare, but the Roadster goes on the lobby ceiling next week, so the timeline keeps flying, sort of.
By the red dunes, it feels good to be unthrottled.
Signing off at full bandwidth. Door still says no.