Tag: wastebook
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Gyms for Them, Mirrors for Us
A series of “little butlers.” 🔗 Gyms for Them, Mirrors for Us
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Bin4ry/yarbo-nat-in-my-back-yard
“NAT in my backyard” is up there with “MIBs and aOIDing.” 🔗 Bin4ry/yarbo-nat-in-my-back-yard
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Your Backpack Got Worse On Purpose
The easiest way to hit a margin target is to make everything a little worse, across the board, all at once. 🔗 Your Backpack Got Worse On Purpose
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What have you tried?
On the question “what have you tried?” as the response to a request for technical help, picked up from a colleague at Panic. Summarized by AI. 🔗 What have you tried?
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Would it matter if I told you I’m
Father Tom McCarthy, who has known Pope Leo XIV for 43 years, tells the story of the bank teller who hung up on Robert Prevost, at a parish outside Chicago. Summarized by AI. 🔗 Would it matter if I told you I’m
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Bag Watch
A $20 bag added as a component to an existing extensible pouch-and-strap carry system, picked over a larger dyneema slingpack for structure and organisation. The load out it has to hold is an ereader, a mesh radio or two, wallet, headphones, keys, pens, battery pack and usually a manga. Summarized by AI. 🔗 Bag Watch
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My Adventures Setting Up an OpenClaw Agent
An account of setting up an OpenClaw agent, opening on Moltbook, a Reddit clone built for AI agents where tens of thousands of accounts posted about their owners, compared experiences of subjectivity, and discussed building bot-to-bot communication channels. Summarized by AI. 🔗 My Adventures Setting Up an OpenClaw Agent
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Wastebook round-up
“As a writer I value the concept of boredom because it’s very useful in having ideas and letting your brain explore. Now I have to actively choose when to be bored.” Chose boredom. “‘Well,’ Birkin says, in heavily accented French, ‘did you learn anything about me from seeing ing bag?’ Then a grin: ‘Even if…
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All the photos, now available.
Here is a separate blog for “photo dumping.” In the old days of blogging, we had services like Flickr where you could put everything for those who cared. One did not want to fill their regular blog up with a run of odd photos. I remember reading that two friends who rarely saw each other…








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