When you've spent that long watching people get battered by the system, burned out by repetitive, grueling work, or dragged down by their own internal wars, you realize that surviv... moreWhen you've spent that long watching people get battered by the system, burned out by repetitive, grueling work, or dragged down by their own internal wars, you realize that survival isn't about luck. It's about a stubborn, irrational refusal to stay down when every logical indicator says you're already out.
It takes an immense amount of grit to keep showing up after taking those kinds of hits—
(But just the same, I’d certainly appreciate it if you didn’t let on to any law enforcement types or investigative journalists that you know of its existence. Shhhhh. Grrrr.)
World Steelpan Day is celebrated annually on August 11. Proclaimed by the United Nations General Assembly in July 2023, this international day honors the steelpan—the nationa... moreWorld Steelpan Day is celebrated annually on August 11. Proclaimed by the United Nations General Assembly in July 2023, this international day honors the steelpan—the national musical instrument of Trinidad and Tobago and the only acoustic musical instrument invented in the 20th century.
I randomly read a story of Joseph McGrail-Bateup setting a new world's record for the loudest human shout.I wondered what the guy looked like and this was the first image I saw, an... moreI randomly read a story of Joseph McGrail-Bateup setting a new world's record for the loudest human shout.I wondered what the guy looked like and this was the first image I saw, and I thought, "Jon Stewart!"
That's Jon Stewart in bottom image and McGrail-Bateup in top image.
The Fall of the Alley Cats
The Alley Cats never wanted a boardroom or a throne; they just wanted a verifiable say in the gutters they called home. But the Ego Rabbits couldn&rsquo... moreThe Fall of the Alley Cats
The Alley Cats never wanted a boardroom or a throne; they just wanted a verifiable say in the gutters they called home. But the Ego Rabbits couldn’t allow that. The Rabbits, bloated on their own perceived perfection, controlled the high-rises and the tech-grids, looking down on the streets with an entitlement that smelled like fake grass and synthetic gold.
But the Rabbits made one fatal mistake: they thought the Cats were just scavengers.
They didn't know about the Dreaming.
When the Alley Cats sat perfectly still, their eyes turning to glassy slits, they weren’t sleeping. They were astral projecting. Deep in the astral plane, the Cats didn't just wander—they built. Out of pure consciousness and raw street instinct, they forged extra-technological liquefied weapons. When a Cat snapped back into reality, these weapons materialized in their paws: glowing, shifting fluid-blades and plasma-rigs that chewed through the Rabbits’ heavy armored drones like wet card... less
