A weekly-ish email to my internet friends




Written by dominik on

Hello internet friends,

this dispatch (woah) reaches you deep from the dark bowels of a hotel lobby where I procrastinate writing this by creepily looking through the big windows to watch the ~locals~ walk home after their day at work. It is also a day late because I frankly had something better to do yesterday evening. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’ve been at a conference the last two days (beyond tellerrand if you need more details about my whereabouts) and what I’ve noticed during the breaks when everybody stormed outside to get some fresh air: there were a lot of vapists. (Turns out: vapists don’t like being called vapists.) But it is one thing when people who go to tech conferences do that, it is another thing when teens do it. And as it ~turns out~ the teens are at it: The Promise of Vaping and the Rise of Juul

I don’t really have the words to add anything useful and/or worthwhile to this, so just go and read it, it is very good: My name is Wil Wheaton. I live with chronic Depression, and I am not ashamed.

Meanwhile at the department of “The Struggle Is Real:” Oh No, the Proles Are Invading the Airport Lounges!
I mean, ugh. What’s the whole point og lounges when everyone can go there?

Well, that’s it for this week. Have a good one.
Be kind.