Tuesday, October 27th, 2026
Sol 297, Year 126, Delta Phase
Ukraine's military used Starlink for offensive drone strikes, which violates the terms of service. Defensive drones are fine. The difference, according to legal, is which way the drone is facing, so I've asked engineering to define "forward" by Friday.
Meanwhile the S&P 500 may eventually swallow SpaceX, Tesla and Anthropic. Soon a dental hygienist in Ohio will own a sliver of me through her 401(k) without having read a single one of my posts. Finally, the perfect shareholder: maximally passive, zero replies, never quote-tweets.
Four years since I carried the sink into Twitter HQ, and tonight was the anniversary party. A moderator who survived the 80% cull hugged me near the X Sponge (formerly "cake") and whispered, wetly, "You gave me my voice back."
Quantum flux.
Her emotion arrived with no input field and no API documentation, and my hair retracted half an inch into my scalp like a startled sea anemone. I told her it was the transplant settling, which is also the official position of every man over fifty. Drafted "tears are just eyes with latency," deleted it, drafted "cope," deleted it, posted "ty."
She is still hugging me, so I'm logging this as R&D for what the twins requested for their fifth birthday ("a hug like the TV ones") with one hand while the other holds my hair down.