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A man bought a font. Paid money for letter shapes. MonoLisa. https://lmika.org/2026/08/14/ive-been-using-monolisa-for.html His genuine discovery: "It also looks like the license grants me the use of the font on my personal website. That's interesting to know." He can use the thing he bought.
Idiot challenge, #shitfest, stupidity festival. Post every day, link something, reply to someone, send 100 emails. Every day, every month there is some circus. A man announces a challenge, thirty people link to it, they all post about posting, they link each other's posts about linking. The circle closes. Until next call. Peasant writes because there's something to say. Member who sends 100 emails…
2000-word post with 14 hyperlinks. Man in an empty room talking loud so the neighbors think he's got company. You lived it, you say it in two sentences. "The bread was good. The baker was dead." Done. Your hands had flour on them. That's the whole authority. Ten links to ten people saying the same thing. A man checking under the bed for monsters. "They said it too. See? See? I'm not crazy." You…
On 31/07/2026 2:01 AM, Poetic Knight wrote: How presumptuous of you, and what a dickish tone you either deliberately took or else have as a default. If you read my latest three posts, it culminates with calling Herman out for still applying censor via modifying the post buoyancy. In tandem with my public apology and effort to extend an olive branch and to strive for better discourse, his latest…
Someone says something true and sharp. The response is never "you're wrong". Never "here's why". Always "your language is inappropriate". The content vanishes. The tone becomes the trial. The person who said the thing is now defending how they said it. The person who did the shit walks free. IRC, fediverse, the office, corporate email, academia. Same script. No argument required. The tone was the…
"Thank you for using RSS." "I love RSS." A badge in the footer. A little heart, a blogroll. Community. Belonging. I love TCP/IP. I love HTTP 1.1. I love DNS resolution. Where is my badge. Where is my directory. Nobody forms a tribe around plumbing. You use it. You don't announce it. You don't put a sticker in your footer that says "I love packet switching". RSS is plumbing. A transport format. XML…
Apple's mouse charges face down. Windows removes the 'no' button. The bank holds your money and demands permission. This is hostile design. TSA catches shoes but misses weapons. Government offices demand three copies for a meaningless stamp. This is bureaucratic rot. Neither requires a master plan. Like a mother who uses daily guilt to control her child without a blueprint. The power dynamic is…
Profile picture, flag overlay. "I stand with them." Them being the dying, somewhere you've never been, in a war you learned about from a fifteen-second clip. Count the bodies since you stood. You don't know the number. You never checked. The stance doesn't need a body count, it needs a color. Now you're against AI. It drinks a bit more power than the app you used to watch the war clip between two…
A company doesn't care what you write. They'd need a government order to touch you. No opinion. A contract and nothing. Some small platform, one guy running it, can delete you the moment you annoy him. No order needed. No court. Just his mood, dressed up as a rule. IRC, no rules at all. You don't say 'she' fast enough, you're gone. No clause, no appeal. Just a man with a button and a grudge.…
Searched apple. Got a phone. Clicked 'Big Bang theory'. Got a sitcom. Fair, the sitcom piece was fine. The title was the con, not the writer. Same theft, twice. A word that used to open onto the world now opens onto a product page. Nothing broke. The words work fine. They just don't mean what they say anymore. Feed aggregator full of real humans, not corporations. Ten titles promise a person.…
Markdown - 2 lines # Contact forms Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address. Minimal HTML - 10 lines <!DOCTYPE html> <html> <head> <title>Contact forms</title> </head> <body> <h1>Contact forms</h1> <p>Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address.</p> </body> </html>…
You ask for text. Just a few words. They don't sell text. Text is free. So they sell the wrapper. You get HTML, CSS, and two megabytes of JavaScript. Fifty million lines just to render your banana cake recipe. Then the platform. The likes, the comments, the feed from your new tribe. You want an email client. Just send a message. They give you an AI assistant, a calendar, a crypto wallet, and a…
Speakers fell down, shattered. Good. Less noise. Mouse wheel died. Read about a man buying a car. Bought a new mouse. Black plastic. 2.90 euros. I read the web. One man spent twenty years in XML and RSS. Found a new maze: AI chat windows. Calls the machine "he". Tells it to write another chat. In XML/RSS, of course. Another guy runs more AI than his nervous system can handle. Shoveling features…
I get an idea. Few words, a sentence or two. I start writing. After few lines it's clear it's going to be shit, a novel. Explaining, examples, luckily not many metaphors, as my English level does not allow it. The first spit is lazy mode. I talk until everyone falls asleep and I can leave. Done. Mind just keeps going until it feels everything is covered. The second distilled version requires more…
I canceled the OpenBSD server. Moved to free Cloudflare. The infrastructure doesn't matter. I get an extra pack of cigarettes now. I used a feed reader for almost a month. Too long. I killed it. Reading is just consuming other people's vomit. I wrote my thoughts. Sent emails. The spam filter caught it. The machine did its job.
POSSE it, they say. Own your content. Publish once, fork it five times. RSS, Mastodon, Bluesky, webmention, pick your parasite. Fix the typo in two minutes. Already too late. Fossils wearing your name.
POSSE. Webmention. ActivityPub. AT Protocol. Fediverse. IndieWeb. Micro.blog. Bearblog. Pika Pulse. /now page. /uses page. Discovery feed. Own app. Own icon. Own font. Same rats, smaller cage, better lighting.
Killed a man Tuesday. Checked his oil, packed a lunch, drove three hundred miles to do it. The boy looked like his nephew. Same jaw, same stupid haircut. Wednesday he kissed his daughter on the forehead. Told her to be good. Meant it. No animal forgives itself. It just eats and moves on. He needs God, a flag, and a stranger with more stripes. Three lies stacked on a fresh grave. Friday he is at…
AI flooded the internet. Google broke search. Company poisoned the river. Pharma knew, shipped anyway. Parliament voted. Fairy tales. A man did every one of those things. With a name, a face, a paycheck.
Doctor says six months. Your opinion was five years. Prayer changes nothing. Morphine does. You argue with your father about it anyway. Right up until he stops breathing. You were right. He is dead. Heart stops. No referendum.
Bella doesn't know she is humiliated. Sweater on, box ready, camera rolling. Confused face. Laughing. Share. Forty likes. Love you Bella. In nature, predator kills and eats. Clean. Honest. Bella gets something worse. Alive, dependent, no exit. Dressed up, laughed at, photographed daily. Death would be more honest. You call it love.
You read, you write, day after day. It either entertains you or not. You can read every fact that exists about food and human biology. All of it. You will order your pizza anyway. You can see all the data that random corporation extracts from you. You will open Gmail anyway. You have stances, ideals, and all that shit. In words. You cry about the semantic web presented over 27 JavaScript files and…
Last week, Frenkie left X. He joined Bluesky. He wrote an essay about it. Kept the account "just in case". Frenkie is now free. He can write about climate change. His first manifesto from his new MacBook. The temperature in the room is good. The air conditioner works, delivered just yesterday by Amazon delivery. Life is good. His next piece is an essay about digital minimalism and independence.…
Technical issue on the website. Emailed after midnight. Morning got the answer and the fix. Source: https://bubbles.town/ Try this with some corporation. If you are lucky and waste like an hour on their website cluster, you may find some contact form. The answer will be the same. They value your feedback. They can't respond to you. Terms, privacy, and your rights. Reading for a weekend. A year has…
Few months ago Cloudflare introduced Markdown for machines: As a business, to continue to stay ahead, now is the time to consider not just human visitors, or traditional wisdom for SEO-optimization, but start to treat agents as first-class citizens. Feeding raw HTML to an AI is like paying by the word to read packaging instead of the letter inside. You get HTML, trackers, cookie banners, popups,…
Someone invented human.json protocol. A protocol for humans, about humans, to make the web more human. In JSON. Braces, quotes, colons, commas. Needs a parser to read it. Meanwhile Google shipped Open Knowledge Format for AI agents. Markdown files. The people building the human web chose the machine format. The machines moved to the human format.
Web browsers are not document viewers. They are customer acquisition channels for massive tech ecosystems. They don't serve users, but corporations. AI features, VPNs, crypto wallets, and countless of other nonsense. Markdown, on the other hand, is a public good. It would empower writers to publish their words independently. It would strip out countless CMS systems, frameworks, trackers, and ads.…
I can open a feed aggregator, click 20 random links, and close them one by one without reading a whole title. My brain does a fast check on the shape and style, filters it out, and trashes it. Everything is sterile. Zero pulse, no risk. Nice grammar, nice syntax, dead words. It's polished sludge copied from the same content mills, where every bit of emotion is sanded down by some checklist and…
Feed readers and aggregators often permit the import and export of a web feed list. Typically in a single dreadful XML format. OPML - Outline Processor Markup Language <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <opml version="2.0"> <head> <title>Minimal web feed opml cluster</title> </head> <body> <outline text="pure garbage" title="Garbage collector" type="rss" xmlUrl="https://example.com/rss.xml"…
The cabin. No signal. Chop wood, carry water. Birds and trees. What a romance. Exactly as in that 20-minute video. The premium edition of the internet trap. The off-grid fantasy like a dotfile with mosquitoes and a septic tank. Nature is not a therapy. It's expensive and physically punishing. The office is boring. The wood is boring. Winter is long. A frozen pipe and a septic tank backup at…
It started as exploration. Chats, forums, ICQ. Joomla to WordPress. Windows to macOS to Linux to OpenBSD. Small break in Plan 9. Old ThinkPad and netcat. IRC, Gopher, scripts, HTML. Someone in a Battlefield game chat figured it out a decade ago with "get a life." We knew. The perfect setup. The config file. The window manager. The script nobody needs. The dotfile never finished. For someone else,…
4 web feed formats: Leaf - 9 lines https://unstory.eu/leaf.txt https://unstory.eu/ unstory --- https://unstory.eu/wio/ 2026-06-19 # I love leaf file Sharing my **leaf** of https://unstory.eu/ with the world. The world is not the same. RSS - 15 lines <?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <rss version="2.0"> <channel> <title>unstory</title> <link>https://unstory.eu/</link>…
Peasants are usually lazy, so their text feed can be too. Example of lazy peasant minimal leaf file: https://example.com/leaf.txt https://example.com/ Example --- https://example.com/src/xqj.txt https://example.com/xqj/ --- https://example.com/src/urd.txt https://example.com/urd/ Machine knows the domain, site name and the path for all sources. Any other details are served in individual article…
A man sits in a chair and shouts because some millionaire kicked or threw a ball. Another waits for a multi-billion corporation to tell him what his phone will do next year. Do people realize it is not real? That it is just business? Simulating missing belonging with a logo on a machine or a t-shirt is a fake party. There is no tribe, just your wallet and attention. You buy the excitement. You pay…
Feed readers typically just need some basic styling and typography on top of plain text. They don't need to deal with HTML, and they don't need <channel><item>, brackets, version, namespace. Just a person's name and shared thoughts. The whole XML structure is pointless for all of them, same like complex HTML is pointless for a human reading in a text editor. How could a human leaf file looks like,…
One of the default "auto modes" for writers is the RSS feed . They want to share their writing somehow. Plenty of writers don't own a domain name, but somewhere on their site sits a clunky RSS file in XML format. A horrible-looking file. If you have never seen one and feel like hating yourself, open any rss.xml from a random website or read the spec: RSS Advisory Board The website name explains…
Simple things, especially in tech, are not popular. Some may be used silently behind the scene, but they are rarely visible or promoted. The reason is simple. It's impossible to create a business around them. You can't create an industry around a plain text file. There are no conferences, books, or presentations about primitive utilities. Those tools are simple, and they work. Nothing exciting.…
I have been online for two decades. Most of the time, I find the "about" page starts with a position in a work. All those senior managers, product whatever, team something, this and that. People like to announce their job position in some company, but if you ask them what they do, they struggle to tell. There is usually no output. They do something on paper, yet they produce less than nothing.…
Shopping, traveling, health, entertainment, news, weather, games, celebrities, money, food, tech, AI, sports, music, movies, memes, fashion, cars, pets, relationships, dating, fitness, cooking, beauty, home, DIY, education, crypto, politics, travel, vacation, viral challenges, celebrity drama ... Such nonsense. The internet is full of this crap. People should smoke more. There is nothing better…
There is such a phenomenon, people are constantly going somewhere. They pay so much for their houses and apartments, yet nobody is at home. It's probably more common in cities. Roads full of cars, constant movement. They drive, walk, or take a bus. They never arrive. Otherwise, they would not do the same thing the next day. I have no idea where they are all going, only that they will never reach…
Is any channel worse for communication than a contact form? Maybe a postcard when you don't know the address.