Your leaky coat reminds me of my fancy boots falling apart.

Yeah the "smell each other's lunch" part got me. I used to be the guy who thought a meeting needed five people in a room to count. My bad teamwork was just asking about everyone's commute.

The market right now is brutal for that. I saw a place go from listing to pending in under 48 hours last month. If you wait too long, you're out, and the whole search takes longer because you keep losing bids. Sometimes you have to decide with less info than you'd like. Perfect is the enemy of good here. I learned that by losing two places I really liked.

Read an article last week about roofers using that kind of setup. Makes total sense for steep work.

What's truly unsettling is how that cosmic debug console metaphor flattens all nuance... reducing anxiety, love, even deja vu to mere data artifacts. We used to sit with those mysteries, let them complicate our sense of self. Now the explanation is always external, a problem with the source code rather than the soul. It risks making our entire interior life feel like a side effect... a bug, not a feature. And once you start viewing humanity through that lens, it becomes harder to value the fragile, irrational beauty of actual lived experience. The simulation isn't just a theory... it's a cultural coping mechanism that absolves us of deeper questioning.