Club PA Newsletter #90 (Patreon)

So, yes; it is by now well established that the cream of this enterprise is routinely slurped straight off the top by the wicked and mercurial Gabriel.  I have given numerous examples - interstellar drones, questionable "muscle" supplements, to say nothing of other things in scary  quotation marks meant to interrogate their veracity.

Gabriel has seized my rightful property and given it to his children, that's the long and short of it - heaping it into the gulf between them, trying to make a bridge.  Whoa!  Okay, that's probably too much.  Let me reel that back in a little bit.  They're playing with Snap Ships a ton at his house apparently, they slot neatly into the Lego Maniac phenotype and offer some different options.  Of course, my interest is in something they announced at GenCon, which is a box full of measurement tools, scenarios, bases, and rules to make your creations fully fledged units in a wargame.  In any case, the conversation in the strip (except for the very last part) is all completely true.

It's fascinating: the realm in which we emerged, one where you secured a URL or whatever and then undertook something like a homesteading action is utterly incoherent to Noah.  TLDs aren't even the Internet to him, it's like dialing a BBS.  The infrastructure you emerge from now - Instagram, Twitch, YouTube, TikTok - these are all what my previous IT incarnation would have called Intranets.  Wholly owned and operated, mercurially policed realms to capture the generation of talent they missed in the oughts.  It's like 9:40am, and I'm already feeling like a drink.

I won't actually do it,

(CW)TB