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  1. @jankrupa @sirber @netblocks I'm out of home, but my tailscale can connect to my self-hosted headscale. So #ebox is working for me.

  2. @jankrupa @sirber @netblocks I'm out of home, but my tailscale can connect to my self-hosted headscale. So #ebox is working for me.

  3. @jankrupa @sirber @netblocks I'm out of home, but my tailscale can connect to my self-hosted headscale. So #ebox is working for me.

  4. I have a title for my #catgirls stories: Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust

    #IAmWriting

  5. 🤔 Ah, the philosophical musings of heads and tails, complete with a riveting #game #theory lesson featuring #Alice and #Bob, the notorious truth-benders. 💡 Spoiler alert: trusting the liar yields predictable yawn-worthy results. 🎭
    eieio.games/blog/two-heads-are #philosophy #trust #issues #truth #bending #HackerNews #ngated

  6. 🥱 So, #Tailscale is rolling out "easier" access controls, because apparently, reading ACL syntax is just too much for our fragile developer brains. 🚀 But fear not, you can now binge on buzzwords like "Zero Trust" and "AI Workloads" while pretending you understand them. 🙄
    tailscale.com/blog/grants-ga #AccessControls #ZeroTrust #AIWorkloads #DeveloperHumor #TechNews #HackerNews #ngated

  7. #WordWeavers 2026.03.03 —Introduce your MC without telling us their age, gender, job and who they are to others (e.g. friend, parent etc.).

    [I write in 1st person. —RS] #microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

    My name? Bolt, Lightning Bolt. I use that name because: I. Fly. Fast. Maybe not the fastest in an all-out sprint through the sky, but just try following me in the city. At roof level, I can handle turbulence, eddies, and thermals like a sparrow. Near street level—through alleys, weaving through boulevard traffic, signs, lampposts, and sidewalk trees—you can't keep up with me. Spoilers. Nobody can.

    Believe it or not, I didn't fledge until I was almost 11! I was afraid of falling! Since you lack wings like mine—aren't they fabulous!—I'll share that 11 years old was exceptionally late. Most fledglings fledge by age 3. I hated my therapist, which should have been a reason to fledge all by itself. I made up for all the flying I missed by being obsessed with finding my limits, by making all the boys compete against my perseverance and prowess (getting me lots of guy friends, oddly enough), and by becoming legendary at aerial stunts that threw my PE teachers and the principal into fits. I spent my first flight, all two hours of it, doing my best to stay in the air, only able to land with mother's help. But, by the time I'd lost my fear in the fascination of what I could do, so buoyed up by my sudden freedom, I didn't want to land at all. Mom wisely forced me down before my wings crumpled from exhaustion.

    Getting shoved off a cliff by your uncle, and having to fly or die, really twists your brain!

    I learned my wings can do things most day angels never try, like flying so close to someone that your feather gravity fields tangle together and provide erratic lift, making you think you'll collide. Their first tailspin or stall-out a few stories high sends most feathers into a molt; the wimps never go on to explore their possibilities! When I learned I could decompensate my own feathers and throw gravity gradients like eddies behind me, I learned I could both maintain lift and push or pull against trees and buildings, and with a good wind, rocket straight upward for a few stories against the side of a building or a tree. Gotta watch out for litter and trash flying in my wake. I'm hard to follow, naturally! Assuming you got close in the first place.

    You ain't gonna.

    Not that you have any chance of getting close me, since you live in two-dimensions. Looking at you, I have to tell myself: You. Aren't. Crippled. Your wings weren't amputated. Still. It must be sad to see birds soaring through the sky, or me with my glorious blue wings, only to realize your feet are stuck to the ground.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

    #BoostingIsSharing

    #gender #fiction #writer #author
    #Cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
    #writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
    #RSdiscussion
    #RSstory #RSReluctanceStory

  8. Thanks to Christmas, my full cast of LEGO Sonic characters (Tails included) is now complete! Love that Metal Sonic figure ❤️

    Happy early New Year’s! Still at work in stop motion animation, stay tuned!

    #lego #sonicthehedgehog #actionfigures #diorama #christmashaul #legohaul #haul

  9. In the meantime -- here's a throwback to the very important discussion we had about whether bears had tails (bc of the myth the Zeus took a bear by the tail and threw it into the night sky to create Ursa Major)...

    #WhatAboutZeus #Bears #CreatureCorner #UrsaMajor #Ursa #mythology #GreekMythology #nature #humor #silly #podcast

  10. Photo of the Day 26th November 2024.

     

    A6-EKF, Airbus A300B4-605R, Emirates, at Manchester Airport, some time in the 1990s.
      Tails Tuesday 26th November 2024.
    N12114, Boeing 757-224, Continental Airlines, taxiing out to Runway 24 at Manchester Airport, some time in the late 1980s.
      Tails Tuesday 2 26th November 2024.
    B-HUA, Boeing 747-467, Cathay Pacific, taxiing past the Airport Hotel pub just before turning on to Runway 24 at Manchester Airport, some time after August 1997.

     

    #a300 #airbus #AirportHotel #avgeek #aviation #b747 #b757 #boeing #CathayPacific #Continental #egcc #emirates #man #manchester #photography #planespotting #runway24 #TailsTuesday