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... Mostly, because every time I go back to birdsite for reading now, I'm rather offended by both the timeline sorting and all the ads. I just find it disgusting to have an advertising company control one of my personal communication mediums. And not because it's better, but because of the extreme potency of network effects in social media.


I'm a bit disappointed in all the good people who started posting on the Fediverse, but went back to posting to birdsite only for no apparent reason.


Feel free to explain to me how "moderate rebels" torturing infidels is better than concerts and swimming pools.


The medieval town of Büdingen is a pretty nice place for a coffee stop.


Finally almost on the road again. Tomorrow's next leg of my Germanland cycling tour:


Bug-infested house


If I told you my entire current airberlin episode, it would take ~20 posts. Going to a different city now, hoping to even arrive tonight.


"Delicious" Food

There's a law in some parts of the US, which requires bars and taprooms to also offer a food menu with at least 5 different meals. This is how Chuck's Hop Shop solved it.



Great explanation of how SegWit changes block size:


Taking care of the balcony bees


@nextbike I tried five different bikes on the map in Cologne today (reloading the map every time), and ALL of them were ghosts.


My @nextbike experience this morning: 2 bikes on the map, leading me in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go. Both didn't exist.


Why I love DuckDuckGo, example 142: search for "json validator".


Just a bunch of geese in the middle of the city at


Grand Départ tip: Graf-Adolf-Platz (South side of the track) has good coffee, steak sandwiches, Belgian beer, and a live coverage screen.


Looks like Grand Départ, alright. No bikes left to rent in all of DUS:


Finally checked out all the built-in Huginn agents, and it completely blew my mind. Infinite possibilities!


Anyone I know visiting the Tour de France start in DUS this weekend? I'll be in town Friday night to Sunday afternoon...