AngryDutchman

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devops monkey | ex-infosec | iot | perl | video games | boats | sailing | spicy food lover | blues | rock | cat person | amateur bass player | languages: nl, en, fr, de, id | MDNI

In the past few hours I have mentally written 2 blog posts, a multibase encoder/decoder, and an admin ui for my PDS. I should be sleeping but I can't. I need to sleep but I can't. #insomnia is a cruel bastard.

Have ADHD and ever find yourself wracked with guilt and shame about how you have left all your friends on read for days, weeks, or months? And when you do finally muster up the courage to speak, it feels pathetic? Take heart. You will always be better at comms than Trust and Safety.

(sigh) sometimes I have to :facepalm: when the super junior dev at $orkplace asks me questions, but I try to be zen about it. I'll give the answer first, I'll leave the original question (and reason for asking) as exercise to the reader. The answer: "$number % 2".

Yesterday I pulled overt references of queerness off my site, my very successful store that sells my books that have queer main characters. Because a few days ago, Meta emailed saying my advertising on their platform will be restricted - my site was categorized as "sexuality and gender identity."

I've been wanting to write something about the recent Bluesky moderation thing (or lack of, for that matter) but I just can't find the energy to write it in a way where I don't come off like a raving madman because I'm *ahem* a little peeved at how it's playing out. Been there, done that...

Fuck. Fuckity fucking fuckballs. Bookmarks fucking when @bsky.app ? I was scrolling on my phone during the morning 3S and saw an interesting thing someone posted and was like oh well I'll see it in my timeline on desktop but now it's not there and I really wanted to fucking read what they linked.