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Everyone except @ShaniaTwain was impressed watching @NASAArtemis mission on the tv :P #flymetothemoon

Ahora @mundofuturo_ ya hace #minisodes jajaja @bilbeny

@bilbeny Ya te mandé un inquiry para El de enterprise ;) #ponteladelpuebla

Muchas gracias por el interés! Ese taller de OpenClaw para personas que quieren aventarse dos días y salir con un agente funcionando al 100% ya va para su tercera edición. Nuevas fechas: hotlumpowell.com/es/ai/openclaw…

HOYGA Don @bilbeny cual era el link para lo de los Workshops de openclawd? Y como furulan para empresas??? #cuentamemas

"Your longest session is 51x longer than watching Titanic."

Meta acquired Moltbook, the AI agent social network that went viral because of fake posts /CC @bilbeny techcrunch.com/2026/03/10/met… via @techcrunch

Hasta de paseo los tengo fichados :P @bilbeny @mundofuturo_ #206

@bilbeny para la noticia de esta semana ;) @mundofuturo_ #elmundosevaaacabar ft.com/content/45b172…

Oye @migueldeicaza ya escuchaste el #202 de @mundofuturo_ ? Hiciste un cameo gracias a @bilbeny :P

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Este no será uno de tus bots no @bilbeny ?? finbold.com/trading-bot-tu…

PSA: If you hit play on “In The Air Tonight” by Phil Collins at 11:56:20PM this New Year’s Eve, the drum fill will welcome you into 2026. Start the year the right way. 📸 Terry O’Neill

Miren @mundofuturo_ @bilbeny Mundo Futuro got my top spot. More in my #SpotifyWrapped. spotify.com/wrapped-share/…

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... Credit: Mary Nelson

@BrianRoemmele Como ves @bilbeny , cuando lleguemos a descifrar el lenguaje de los delfines seguro nos darán las gracias por el pescado antes de irse jajaja

A decade of therapy in one minute.

@sontanon A la próxima que vaya al defectuoso a ver si se hace un cafecito no?

@bbpitufo Piso 20 justo donde inicia la diagonal en la esquina qué ves en medio. Saludos

Oye @sontanon donde mero estaba tu oficina? #memories :P

Buenos días. $NVDA hoy alcanza $5 T de market cap.

@jorgeavilam Pero usarlo para español no vale! :P

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