Day 3: conveyor belts line my mind. The factory must grow. I refuse to automate the production of belts and item movers in favor of building architecture that pleases me more. I have begun creating a train hub, where trains will hopefully go to refuel themselves. I have begun processing oil to make solid fuel for this.
The locals haven't given me much trouble, but then I have always struck first and been exact in my extermination.
Resources in my base are beginning to dwindle. Stone and iron are drying up, which makes creating those mines my next goal.
My plans for the future are hubs for each process; trains transporting resources from mines to factories, and then trains taking processed resources from the factories to a central hub containing every possible item I could want.
The factory must grow.
Bitchat – A decentralized messaging app that works over Bluetooth mesh networks
https://github.com/jackjackbits/bitchat
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=44485342
I am glad to announce that I will now become a hermit in the distant mountains because the election has driven me insane.
Waste ya later
Going on a cross-country road trip (America is the country), Virginia to California. Anyone have any recommendations for things to see or do on the way?
I am going to get a morbillion art fight points when I submit a fully 3D modeled, rigged, and animated submission of a silly character
Low-key don't support either the oren or kiwi party. All of this rampant campaigning is a huge turn-off
Man I forgot how cool 3D animation is. Now I just need to muster the strength to model characters 
A quick question to my fellow americans;
should the draft come about, would you rather be drafted or take the jail time?
I would like to announce I am running for president. If I win everyone will get as many quarters as they desire.
Albuquerque you say?
Well. . .
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Daww, big bowl of sauerkraut Every single morning
It was driving me crazy
I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut
Until I was twenty six and a half years old
learning a slavic language is fun until you get sent to albuquerque by the albuquerque boogeyman