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I charged a bunch of stuff

‘Lo childs,

Mea culpa, and so forth. It’s so very, very late at night here, and apparently that’s what kind of creature I am naturally, a lurky night-dwelling thing. It’s that horrendous period between about 8:00AM and noon that I can’t stand — I just prefer to see it from the backside, as it were. I wish to greet the sun as it crests the horizon like a supple bottom of cosmic proportions, and then retire to my bunk to process the experience in peace. It’s no time for eating or talking, that’s for damn sure.

No, I don’t feel the slightest need to justify this further. It’s justifying itself.

This newsletter is delightfully mobile and futuristic, as it comes to you via my phone. Do you whippersnappers do everything on your phones these days? I can’t do it; I’m spoiled by the speed of my computer, and the level of phone I can afford without shackling myself to a corporation is usually pretty old and slow. It’s just not functional to do much on it.

But the allure of getting paid to talk to you, O Best Beloved, was too much to resist. I know I whitter on about capitalism a lot here, but that’s because it’s an ongoing problem, as you may have noticed, one that fucks our…