Don’t mince words; how do you really feel?

This is generally referred to as 50Gpbs. It’s impressive, but there’s no need to use inappropriate scales.

Not even about people who live in fixed housing.

Sadly, I don’t. Pass expired before biometrics became part of the process, necessitating the trip to Atlanta to get that squared away. That’s the only consulate that allows you to register that information in the states.

My U.S. passport is also expired, since I’ve not made enough money to take a vacation, let alone an international one, since 2007. I’m not too worried about deportation, as I’ve got the rest of my papers in order given what we’re facing. Police have tolerated me thus far in my spot, but I can’t rely on that being a constant.

I could see that being annoying. The lock on my van broke several months ago, so I don’t really like to leave it, since I can only lock the deadbolt from the inside. I can lock the door in the bulkhead, but everything next to that is built such that someone could easily get into the cargo area with a screwdriver. The illusion of safety.

Seems minimal. I’ll have a better idea when the sun is up.

Oh, I was absolutely in the vehicle. I just didn’t want to die by doing anything about it. This is the state of Austin policing: No chance of justice, and you really don’t want to roll the dice with whoever has already chosen to attack you.

I mean, I’m a Swiss citizen, but my Pass is expired, and getting to Atlanta when I just lost my job covering federal grants for green energy for obvious reasons is … let’s just say this is a Schweinerei.

The state of my living situation is somewhat widely known, so I didn’t care to be redundant.

Cops have been useless for property crime in Austin for several years. There was no point in calling.

I also wasn’t getting out of the van while they were still around. What good is getting a license plate if it comes with a bullet? This is Texas, and they were already happy to risk damage to their vehicle by ramming into a stationary Class 5 commercial vehicle.

I have no fucking clue what this was all about. I was sitting in my van when I was suddenly hit. I wasn’t going to find out if asking would get me shot.

I own no property. They drove into my van roadside. And the road has extensive shoulders, so it’s about as good as I can get. I mean, being able to afford housing would have prevented this, but …

I’m homeless and live in a van.

I use Feedly these days. The search function is pretty good for if you don’t have a direct feed link. Some pubs do not put out feeds, but for everything else, there’s MasterCard.

Grouping feeds into categories is dead simple. There are some other features I don’t use, so I can’t speak to overall how it compares to other RSS aggregators. I don’t need a sprinkling of AI with my morning paper.

Dear god, the number of people who reach out to me calling me Daddy. Opening message. No fucking clue that you don’t do that.

Congratulations for discovering the reason I’m here. News has become a toxic space I felt a need to fix somewhere … it’s the First Amendment, and everyone’s worried about guns. And let’s not get started on the 14th.

I finished building an RSS for myself so I can pick the good newsources and let the shitty ones be.

This is such a, well, simple thing people seem to have forgotten still exists. Pair it with Firefox, uBO and NoScript, and it’s like reading a paper from 20 years ago, except just shit you might be interested in.

Well, I certainly learned some humility.

Thank you for sharing this. It’s excellently crafted and scary as hell.

I think Secretary didn’t do a terrible job. But it’s been downhill from there.

There are so many kinks within BDSM that trying to lump them all together is pointless. I’m a switch, so it’s never clear what role I’ll take with a new partner. But going into details has in the past not worked out so well here.

I love when someone covers U.S. events as though we’re a failed third-world nation. Because we are.