Holy shit, I’m almost positive I have Cystic Fibrosis at this point. This is just fucking absurd. A full ten day regimen of Doxycycline, Albuterol, Prednisone, and I’m still not actually better yet. It feels like someone laced one of my joints with industrial abrasive. I guess I have to go back to a doctor and see what the hell they say, which is just ridiculous, because God damn.

I can’t just live at the clinic.

Tried working this week with the cough going on, it didn’t go great. I got some stuff done, but certainly not as efficiently as I could at 100%. In any case, I’m home and bored and recovering right now. I’m starting to feel better. I’m producing gunk from my lungs and the more I remove from my lungs, the better I feel. It’s almost as though I can impactfully feel elevated oxygen levels in my body. I probably can, in all honesty, but I don’t have an oxygen sensor to definitively track it.

Kamala Harris needs a personality coach if she’s going to make the needle move this election cycle. I’ve checked her voting record, and it’s pretty far left. She’s going to have to find some swagger as well as some common ground with people that I’m sure she’s upturned her nose at for a considerable amount of her life. That was always something Biden seemed to struggle with, getting into public shouting matches with construction workers and other randoms.

I’m a firm believer that when something absolutely shits the bed as hard as the CrowdStrike Agent software has, they should be reporting directly to Congress on what happened, why it happened, and how it could be prevented in the future.

I would also love to see exploratory hearings on opening this sort of software up, making code transparent, and fostering sharing among security professionals. Truly, this is the way forward for humanity, and the only thing in the way is greed and arrogance.

It’s an odd thing to think about, but I think it speaks to the maturity of our species. Most of my life I remember physics being the search for grand and unifying models and equations that explain all processes and activity from the micro-world of muons to the macro-world of quarks. As a species it does appear as though we’re entering a new era of discovery, and part of that new era is realigning our expectations of the data we gather. So far we have seen unexpected maths popping up in odd places and maths that you would expect to cleanly explain things just fall apart with little deference.

Yesterday marked the absolute most absurd incompetence ever displayed by the United States Secret Service that the country has ever witnessed. They absolutely screwed the pooch. They may as well have been a monkey fucking a football in the corner. This twenty something managed to crawl his ass up to a rooftop of a building that was occupied by useless donut-swallowers. Then this Reddit-obsessed soyboy proceeded to fail to hit a target no fewer than eight times despite spending a pretty penny on some serious kit. Charles Whitman is frowning from his grave. Thomas Crooks will have died for absolutely nothing, without contributing anything to humanity, and for absolutely no reason. What a waste. His mom should’ve swallowed him.

Okay, I wrote the last post, and I kind of regret it. I do have something to say, I was just hesitant to say it. Realistically, I have a lot to say right now, but I’m trying to be selective about it. But I also know that getting things off my chest feels pretty good, so I think I’m going to lean into that with this post.

My mother and my sister are apparently far right “anti-vaxx” goons. My sister has wanted to be a physical therapy assistant since she was small and had seen PT’s working with disabled children on TV commercials. “I want to do that!” she would say. Then COVID happened. My sister got some weird ideas stuck in her head from the inbred morons she was dating. She got into “mudding” and “pink camo”, so that tells you what sort of garbage she found herself dating. I guess the garbage rubbed off, because she refused to get vaccinated when the COVID vaccines finally hit. Now my sister has given up on this supposedly life-long dream in order to pursue a lower paying career that doesn’t have vaccine requirements.

I’ve typed and erased the first line of this post a few times already. Sometimes the hardest part of having your own soapbox is not knowing what you want to say in the moment. I guess I don’t always have opinions that are actively trying to claw their way out of my brain. Sometimes my opinions are more than happy to exist without popping their heads up or making themselves known. I know it doesn’t look that way on the outset, but it’s true.