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hen the last trees are cut down to make room for hyperscaler datacenters,
when the last rivers and lakes are dried up to refresh hyperscaler datacenters,
when air turns unbreathable by generators to power hyperscaler datacenters,
will there be any intelligence left to realize that we couldn’t breathe, drink or eat slop?

when birds can’t be heard because of the noise, when bees are gone,
when plants won’t grow and multiply for lack of water and pollination,
when animals, even humans, perish without food, water and oxygen,
what will be left to realize there was no intelligence in this foolish pursuit?

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Feels like the week ended, seriously

don’t know why, but it feels like a Friday today. Friday is still far away and it’ll be our wedding anniversary.

On Thursday we promised we’d like to spend hours with the parents, then an hour or so with the birds at the park. Friday: cards, celebrations, drinking. Saturday: day out, visit to Town. Sunday: rest. Monday: long trips to 3 places.

We’ve had a generally calm and productive month. More so after 9/11.

I think that the more I get done, the faster time passes. They say boredom “slows down” passage of time (in one’s mind of body clock).

I doubt I’ll ever become an elderly person who only gets up to open the blinds, then watches TV (or whatever) until shutting the blinds again. Such a life would be pointless.

Unless it’s humour, which is how he excuses this (and at the same time endorsing violence).

Earlier this month: Calling People “Nazis”

n the feeble mind of Garrett, everything that he does not agree with is instantaneously labeled something truly awful. He seems to not understand that when he does so he may be defaming people, in effect associating them with banned expressions/activities. Some of them respond to that today:

Their opinion, not mine.

Despite being facetious and tongue-in-cheek (and rude by default), he makes it sound like 1) he needs a million bucks and 2) he’s looking for a job now.

Assorted stories

t’s September 15. Half way through the month and soon “officially” autumn here, based on all mainstream calendars.

Today I’ll focus on the role of politics in GNU/Linux [1, 2] and later continue coverage regarding a law firm hiding its assets while promoting extreme politics.

I am still very interested in illuminating how the UK’s SLAPP industry works.

It’ll be our anniversary this week, then Software Freedom Day 2026 [1, 2], then GNU turns 43.

recently heard, repeatedly, the song “Bright Eyes“. I not only liked the song, I always liked the video. It’s relaxing except for one part.

Maybe one day we’ll buy rabbits.

In a music venue?

am not going to comment on Obama as a president (or compare presidents), I will only say that it looks like he is cashing in a decade after leaving Public Office and this time almost 10,000 people can help him bag a million bucks in one night (overseas, across the road from us).

This concert hall is typically for music, boxing, wrestling etc. Now it’s politics.

Notice how much they charge per seat.

Even the BBC talked about it.

recently wrote about water readiness now that our government formally^* advises the population to be prepared for war or other crises (it has mentioned climate too) because when everyone knows about a crisis, then it’s already too late to acquire things, primarily due to shortages (surge in demand) rather than safety outdoors.

Minutes ago I read about a “Major” [Army] Veteran “Mobilisation” in the UK due to rising tensions with Russia and Sweden helps Finland with border patrols.

I hope for no crisis, I want the Ukraine war to end before it turns 5, but for now this is what we have.

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^* If you’re going to hurl insults like paranoid at someone, hurl them at Westminster.