For the record, I meant to post this on 15/7/25

Hello, dear reader.

If you're reading this, I'm sorry for you - that means someone thought giving you a link to this site was a fantastic idea. It probably wasn't. Either way, welcome. Enjoy your stay. I hope you'll drop a note.

After nearly a decade of  "considering" to resume my posts here, I figured I might as well bite the bullet and just do it. Why? Many reasons, but the main one, I suppose, is just being tired.

Tired of having to rely on AI to provide me with coherent, challenging conversations. Tired of people responding with .gifs instead of actual words. Tired of endless, boring, empty memes, regurgitated propaganda pieces, blank stares, incoherent sentences.

Am I out here to fix that? Hah, I wish. The world has been trying to shut its eyes and ears off for a while, and all that's different now is that we have better tools to drown ourselves in ourselves with. Want your echochambers? Find the right reddit or discord servers. Want to run away from empty talk? Your AI buddy's waiting for ya. Want the grass? Hey, it's over there, touch it. Want something human? Oh. Hmm. Um.

So, what is this even for? Hell, I don't even know yet. Just a place for conversation. A place to discuss, shitpost, argue, challenge. This is NOT meant as a "safe" space. The comments are open. You can comment. You can say what you want. Just remember, shitpost too hard and I will respond. Or someone else might. It might not be kind. It might not be your usual "Uh-huh, guess we're all right in our own way" kind of response. It may turn out that your opinion is stupid. It may turn out MY opinion is stupid. If that's the case, I invite you to point that out. However, I do ask that if you decide to read and comment, you at least try to do it in a civil and precise manner. This is not a safe space, but this is not an edgelord central either. Please bear that in mind.

So what's with the name? Wasn't this called Spherical Cow in Vacuum?

Yeah. Yeah, it was. Back in the day, this was indeed called that. Times change, though, and I feel I've moved on from theoretic what-ifs to thinking about why-nots instead. A while ago, I had to host an event, and at the end, I received a comment on it being awesome and unhinged. Unhinged being a good thing. And that's what got me thinking - why hinge myself? I'm not a door. So here we are. Hinges are for doors. I'm not a door. You're not a door. Unhinge a little.

Some of the old readers may notice I've nuked half my old content from orbit, and that's indeed the case. I don't feel comfortable showing my younger thoughts. Not at the moment, anyway. I'll eventually bring them back, once I feel more like it, but right now, it feels cringeworthy. It's part hindsight - I was clearly too optimistic, even though, I recall, no-one ever called me that; and it's partly because I hate re-reading anything I wrote. In fact, I'll want to delete this post once I finish it, but, nah, not this time. 

So, then - that's it for my first actual post in a decade that's not a short story of some kind. Feels weird writing here again. Weird's not always bad, though.

To all that knew me back then and come back - welcome back. To all that knew me in the last decade - get ready to join the older folks to ask, "What happened to you, man? You used to be cool". To everyone that joins because somebody felt this would be a fun link to share? Welcome. 

And hey, if you know someone that's also tired of having to talk to the AI to have a semblance of a conversation again, feel free to send them this way.