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You Might Want to Sit Down for This

The first five minutes after I wake up are pure, unfiltered honesty—before the self-censorship kicks in. This post is a raw dive into the daily internal war between rage and restraint, and why I’m done holding back just to make people comfortable.

Signal Drift

Signal Drift: Chapter 9

Cronauer took a step closer, then another. He laughed, then choked, then laughed harder—tears forming before he could stop them.

“You kept it,” he said, voice cracking. “Jesus Christ, I thought it got crushed.”

Bill grinned and gave the truck’s fender a smack. “Still runs. Still kicks. She’s been resting, but she’s hungry.”

Across the tailgate, in faded black spray paint, the name still read: THE BEETLE BOMB.

Signal Drift

Signal Drift: Chapter 8

Cronauer has been walking for days, sleeping in abandoned sheds and listening to static on the radio — until a clipped, coded broadcast near Richland Center sparks something familiar. The Viroqua repeater is offline, and it sounds like Norm’s voice behind the warning. Now, with the rain returning and Viroqua on the horizon, he pushes forward — hoping he’s not too late.

Chronicles

Dear Apple: Finish the Job

Apple talks a lot about accessibility, but for users who rely on dictation, SMS, and cellular connectivity, the tools are still incomplete. This is a call to finish what they’ve started — because “almost accessible” isn’t good enough.