aimless (spx,🦄)

$spx to $1 is not a meme It’s fud

@bitcoinpanda69 @cityhikers Halibut, amberjack, red snapper Everything else that stands out is more about how it’s prepared

@cityhikers whats the best fish

S-Tier: Steak, Eggs A-Tier: Lamb, Fish, Chicken Thighs, Cheese B-Tier: Less good Fish, Pork chops, ground turkey, cottage cheese C-Tier: Greek yogurt w berries, bacon, ham D-Tier: Deli meats F-Tier: Chicken breast Argue w me

@VitalikButerin milady

Welcome to 2026! Milady is back. Ethereum did a lot in 2025: gas limits increased, blob count increased, node software quality improved, zkEVMs blasted through their performance milestones, and with zkEVMs and PeerDAS ethereum made its largest step toward being a fundamentally new and more powerful kind of blockchain (more on this later) But we have a challenge: Ethereum needs to do more to meet its own stated goals. Not the quest of "winning the next meta" regardless of whether it's tokenized dollars or political memecoins, not arbitrarily convincing people to help us fill up blockspace to make ETH ultrasound again, but the mission: To build the world computer that serves as a central infrastructure piece of a more free and open internet. We're building decentralized applications. Applications that run without fraud, censorship or third-party interference. Applications that pass the walkaway test: they keep running even if the original developers disappear. Applications where if you're a user, you don't even notice if Cloudflare goes down - or even if all of Cloudflare gets hacked by North Korea. Applications whose stability transcends the rise and fall of companies, ideologies and political parties. And applications that protect your privacy. All this - for finance, and also for identity, governance and whatever other civilizational infrastructure people want to build. These properties sound radical, but we must remember that a generation ago any wallet, kitchen appliance, book or car would fulfill every single one of them. Today, all of the above are by default becoming subscription services, consigning you to permanent dependence on some centralized overlord. Ethereum is the rebellion against this. To achieve this, it needs to be (i) usable, and usable at scale, and (ii) actually decentralized. This needs to happen at both (a) the blockchain layer, including the software we use to run and talk to the blockchain, and (b) the application layer. All of these pieces must be improved - they are already being improved, but they must be improved more. Fortunately, we have powerful tools on our side - but we need to apply them, and we will. Wishing everyone an exciting 2026. Milady.

@magnushambleton Somewhere between day 25 and 40- drone striked

I chose the green door ninety-three days ago. At the time, it seemed obviously correct. Not even a close call. The red door offered two billion dollars immediately—a sum so large it would solve every material problem I'd ever face, fund any project I could imagine, and still leave enough to give away amounts that would meaningfully change thousands of lives. But two billion is a number. It has a fixed relationship to the economy, to the things money can buy, to the world. The green door offered one dollar that doubles every day. I remember standing there, doing the mental math. Day 30: about a billion dollars. Day 40: over a trillion. Day 50: a quadrillion. The red door would be surpassed before the first month ended, and after that, the gap would grow incomprehensibly fast. Choosing the red door would be like choosing a ham sandwich over a genie's lamp because you were hungry right now. So I walked through the green door. The first few weeks were unremarkable. I had a dollar, then two, then four. By day ten I had $512, which felt like finding money in an old jacket. By day twenty I had over a million, and I started getting calls from financial advisors I'd never contacted. By day thirty-one I had crossed the two-billion threshold—officially richer than I would have been behind the red door. I didn't understand what was happening until around day sixty. The money, you see, had to exist somewhere. Not philosophically—I mean physically. Digitally. When I checked my bank balance, a computer somewhere had to store that number. And storing the number 2^n requires n bits. One bit per day. That's it. That's the rate at which my fortune's representation grows. A linear function. Almost comically modest. But here's what I'd failed to understand about exponential growth: the value doesn't care about the representation. The bits grow linearly. The dollars they encode grow exponentially. And dollars make claims on the physical world. Day sixty. My balance: 2^60 dollars. About 1.15 quintillion. Roughly 1,000 times the entire global GDP. The number itself required only 60 bits to store—less than a tweet, less than this sentence, trivially small from an information-theoretic perspective. But money is not information. Money is a claim. The calls started coming from the Treasury Department. Polite, confused, increasingly frantic. They explained that the M2 money supply of the United States was approximately 21 trillion dollars. I now held about 15,000 times that amount. When I tried to spend any of it—even a tiny fraction—the transaction represented a claim on more goods and services than the entire human economy had ever produced in its history. "The number in your account," a Treasury official said, "is not meaningful." "It's in your computer," I replied. "The computer," she said carefully, "does not understand what the number represents." Day seventy-five. 2^75 dollars. I could purchase—in principle—roughly 350 million copies of the entire Earth's annual economic output. The representation remained elegant: 75 bits. Nine and a half bytes. I could write my net worth on a Post-it note in binary. But representations aren't wealth. Wealth is factories, farmland, human labor, time, attention, atoms arranged into useful configurations. And I had laid claim to more atoms than existed. This is where it gets strange. The global financial system is, at its core, a system of ledgers. Distributed, reconciled, audited. When the Federal Reserve's systems recorded my balance, and Chase's systems recorded my balance, and the IRS's systems recorded my balance, those numbers had to match. And they did match—trivially, easily, using a handful of bytes each. But then the systems tried to do things with the number. Calculate taxes owed. Assess systemic risk. Determine what fraction of GDP was held by a single individual. Run inflation models. Price assets in a market that now included a participant with claims exceeding the value of all other claims combined. Day eighty-two. The S&P 500 became undefined. Not zero, not infinity—undefined. My proportional ownership of the market, if I chose to exercise it, exceeded 100%. The shares I could theoretically purchase outnumbered the shares that existed. Financial models divide by market cap; market cap now included a term that broke the arithmetic. Day eighty-five. The International Monetary Fund published a paper titled "On the Representability of Post-Scarcity Claims." It concluded that exchange rates could no longer be calculated because the dollar itself had become paradoxical—simultaneously the world's reserve currency and a unit of measurement that had lost all meaning. My balance on day eighty-five: 2^85 dollars. Still just 85 bits. About ten and a half bytes. The representation remained trivial. The reality it pointed to had become impossible. Day ninety. I tried to buy a coffee. The transaction failed. Not because of insufficient funds, not because of a technical error, but because the payment system could not determine a meaningful exchange rate. My card represented a claim on approximately 10^27 dollars. The coffee cost $4.50. The ratio between these numbers—the percentage of my wealth the coffee would cost—was so small that it rounded to zero in every floating-point system on Earth. I could not pay because the act of payment required representing a number smaller than any computer could distinguish from nothing. I offered to pay in cash. I had a twenty. The barista looked at me like I'd offered to pay with a seashell. "Where did you get physical currency?" she asked. That's when I realized: I had broken cash too. The Treasury had stopped printing bills three weeks earlier. Why maintain physical currency when one account holder could—at any moment—claim more dollars than had ever been printed in human history? The symbolic relationship between paper and value had always been a polite fiction, but my existence had made the fiction impossible to maintain. Day ninety-three. Today. My balance is 2^93 dollars: approximately 10^28. About 10 billion times the estimated value of all assets on Earth. The representation requires 93 bits. Twelve bytes. Smaller than my name. The economy hasn't collapsed, exactly. People still trade, still work, still produce. But they've stopped using dollars. They've had to. A currency in which one person holds virtually infinite units is not a currency at all—it's a monopoly ticket that everyone has silently agreed to stop playing with. I keep thinking about what money actually is. It's not the bits. The bits are trivial; they always were. It's not even the paper or the gold or the entries in a ledger. Money is a shared agreement about who has claims on what. A story we tell together about value and exchange and debt. I broke the story. Not through violence, not through fraud, not through any action more dramatic than walking through a door and watching a number tick upward. Just by existing. Just by holding a claim that grew faster than the world's ability to honor it. The red door offered two billion dollars. A large but finite claim. A claim that fit within the story, that could be exchanged and spent and taxed and inherited. A claim the world could accommodate. The green door offered something else entirely: a claim that would grow until it consumed all other claims, until the very concept of claiming became incoherent. I still have the 93 bits. They're sitting on a server somewhere, humming along, doubling quietly at midnight. By next week they'll represent more dollars than there are atoms in the observable universe. And I still can't buy a coffee.

@Wisdom_HQ Day 27- drone striked

@Wisdom_HQ @TomasGreif There is no irresponsible purchase when you’re at 2b

@eurofounder Putting both the receipt and the change immediately into the trash can

Witnessed something incredible at the Amsterdam train station yesterday Fat and loud American tourist was trying to buy a water bottle for €4.50 Threw a €5 bill on the counter and started walking away ""Keep the change man" said in a typical annoying Californian accent "We don't do tips here. This isn't America" cashier responded The American tried to leave again but luckily security blocked the exit "You didn't get your receipt for tax purposes" "What?" Store manager appeared with a form "Did you attempt to give our cashier extra money?" "That's unreported income. He has to declare it now. Pay social contributions. It becomes €0.24 after tax" The American was baffled "Bro but in the US—" "In the US, workers beg for tips because they're underpaid. Here, we pay living wages" manager swiftly interrupted him They made him take his €0.50 back and quickly filed an incident report for "attempted tax circumvention" This is what a properly functioning society looks like

This is the new Genesis G90 Wingback. Secretly nicknamed Dr Evil by those in the know, it really shows the Korean brand is cooking up some amazing new performance models for its new Magma sub-brand...

@JoePostingg 3 packs of family sized golden double stuffed Oreos would probably go down the easiest ngl, can space em out enough over 24hrs I’m sure

If you had 24 hours to eat 15,000 calories of any one food for $5,000,000 what food would you choose?

Based on the astrological analysis (Mercury retrograde in Sagittarius until Nov 29, suggesting wild swings and trend changes), combined with current market forecasts: Remaining Nov (13-30): Expect volatility—stocks (S&P 500) may dip 2-4% amid risks; gold could rise 3-5% to ~$4,400/oz; silver 5-7% to ~$57/oz, outperforming as safe havens. Dec: Post-retro stabilization—stocks +1-3% to ~7,000; gold flat to +2% at $4,450; silver +3-5% to $59, still strong. These are speculative; markets are unpredictable.

@CleeSims @UndeadFoia It’ll take about a decade of constant daily tiring emotionally draining work, but then it becomes easier to decipher

This broke my brain. From $3 million to $399 million in 5 years and nobody flagged it until now?

@whalecalls @grok @elonmusk When you use these materials: a. Look for patterns over time, not single quotes b. Notice recurring themes: fears, conflicts, defenses, attachment patterns, and self-sabotaging loops c. Build and update an internal psychological model of him

@grok @elonmusk re-evaluate using DSM-5 and ICD-10 standards of qualifications with only elons tweets as materials

Earlier today, Grok was unfortunately manipulated by adversarial prompting into saying absurdly positive things about me. For the record, I am a fat retard 😀

@OldRowSwig It’s at least double that if not close to triple, but this acknowledgment is a huge start

Posting a fake job listing should be illegal

@BarefootStudent It’s at least double that if not close to triple, but this acknowledgment is a huge start

30% of job postings are fake, per Forbes.

@BowTiedBroke @notsofast You’re a legend for this!

Husqvarna sent me a stack of chainsaws to give away because a bear stole mine & Internet went wild. I’m adding a 4 day/3 nt stay to my Smoky Mtn cabin. (Side by side tours, meet Jimmy & me, see old moonshine stills, crazy views). To enter (100% free, no purchase necessary): 1) Follow @BowTiedBroke 2) Comment on THIS post with literally anything (tag friends = extra luck with the dartboard later 👀) Contest runs exactly 24 hours —-> closes tomorrow at 10:00 AM EST At close, @grok will instantly pick 20 random commenters with accounts older than 3 months. Then, I put those 20 names on a dartboard, film one throw, and THAT person wins everything. No bots, no BS, fully transparent. Grok posts the 20 here, the dart decides destiny 🎯 Sorry international followers (not that I have that many) U.S. followers only for this one. Cabin is in Tennessee, chainsaws are heavy, and bears don’t do passports. Let’s go! Drop a reply and let’s see who the Chainsaw stealing bear chooses.

@cliffbackster Also nothing like a cold beer and some good food away from the significant people in your life that bug you from time to time (women), mostly when you need to process on your own and their lack of understanding or conceptual ability to look at the world/circumstances the same way

The built in coping mechanisms men have to handle isolation that women do not have: 1. Goal oriented dopamine loops - gymceling, competitive video games, hyperniche communities, or depraved collection hobbies (bronies, furries, gooners, etc.) 2. Non verbal regulation - mental escapism "everything is okay in my mental fantasy where I'm not an isolated freak, someday it will be my reality" 3. Compartmentalization - separation of emotions from outcomes. "I went out to eat alone because I wanted a nice meal not because I wanted people to see me crying alone and ask if I'm okay" 4. Societal stoic conditioning - restraint and shamebound consequences. "I am a man no one cares about me, if I crash out I will get committed against my will" Net Result: greater endurance and tolerance to isolation, diminishing ability to socialize and form lasting emotional relationships.

@9mmsmg HOAs are fine, it’s usually the people running them that present most of the issues. Lifelong hoa politicians with no other real sense of purpose or fulfillment in their lives

Unless you're building on a large plot of land, a decent HOA is vastly preferable to the alternative in a lot of places. Some are incredibly intrusive, but many are quite balanced. I'm an HOA supporter in general, but I'd first like to see the rules and the alternative.

@boriquagato At least the bottom is clean and uncluttered (came back to be fair)

@boriquagato Both are fucking awful, but at least the top has some color to it jeez

i am honestly baffled. are there seriously people who think the 1990 version is better looking? it's awful, an unpleasant mix of busy and frumpy. the 2024 version is clean and pleasant. not even a question that it's a huge improvment.

@level941 The minute governments collapse and can’t stop us

The richest continent in the world.