The core problem of Airbnb I think is that they won't let you post negative reviews of listings It's an idiotic concept that results in somethig I call Airbnb PTSD where you never know if the listing you just booked is actually like the photos and the solely positive reviews That is until you arrive Why they don't show negative reviews? I have no idea, I feel it's some archaic relic where they tried to optimize for KPI of bookings made instead of satisfied customers

if you're an email power user disregard everything i am saying. this is only for power users whereby power is defined as having reached sufficient status and station in life to hate email, literally despise it, to thusly opt out of it and never use it and merely try to minimize its risk and its violence to you as a deeply inherent security vector. as much as humanly possible. i don't even know where to start. i've used fastmail for two seconds and it's the best i've seen. for one, i thought fast meant like, whatever. get set up with an email fast. who cares. like really doesn't everyone have email. no. apparently fast actually means fast. it's blindingly fast on browser. i don't use chrome for obvious reasons and let me tell you, nothing is fast on safari. and yet. fastmail is literally shockingly fast. puts gmail to shame. i don't know how it is so fast. the fastmail app is fine. it's not super fast. i think it's faster than the gmail app. but i only really notice the app is not "super fast" because the browser is ungodly fast. i imported the first 33 gigabytes of email and it was as if it was 33 kilobytes. their SLA on replies is insane. i got a reply to the first question i asked in one fucking hour. they've got a hey do you want to answer with ai first and i tried it but the button bugged out. maybe they should fix that. i filed a ticket instead. and then. A FUCKING HUMAN. FLESH BAG. FROM FELLOW MEATSPACE. RESPONDED TO ME AND ANSWERED. AND I HADN'T EVEN PAID THEM MONEY YET i just checked the time stamps. it wasn't even an hour. it was 31 fucking minutes. the first time i asked proton a question was after i'd prepaid their most expensive tier for a year on like half a dozen accounts specifically to get priority support and i think it took a week. the tldr on proton is they're too swiss to function. that's the good news. everything about security is meticulous. the bad news is the swissness. nothing fucking works. and they don't care. they do not fucking care about something as plebeian and uncouth as things working. i mean. if proton wasn't legitimately so good at having actually hardened login i'd say: no worries. rest easy. because when an attacker gets in, they won't be able to find anything important either. don't ask me how much i've paid fucking google. is it $10,000? is it twenty? they can't help you. they literally cannot. they have no concept of helping. and you pay google like it's a bygone conclusion. it's like, death and taxes and google workspaces. and yet their products barely work. do you know you once could partial word search match. not anymore. i guess it's too computationally expensive. now you only get exact match. i mean. sort of. if you search taxes in our year two thousand twenty six it will surface your taxes from 2016 before the ones from yesterday. thanks google. in the era of infinite compute for tokens, how can it can be too expensive to search my email. to be clear, the proton thing is my fault. for importing 60 million gigabytes of email to proton. i got so excited it was possible. that you could even vacuum entire inboxes in there, with folder structures retained and everything. after the first one worked, i did them all. i didn't do a test search. why would i? you've got to be able to search emails right. right? is that not minimum viable function? proton's like who cares if it works. it's secure. whatever. so now i'm rolling back proton. at first it's not so bad. you go to a label, you select all, then it pops up asking, do you want to select ALL ALL, like the all in the label option appears. would you like to delete 16,217 emails? why yes. whoosh. goodbye. so i'm doing that. label by label. then i accidentally delete a label before it rendered that anything was in it. because it loads as fucking slow as fucking mud. and there was, i don't know, probably 39,000 emails in that label. ok. no big deal. i remember what label it was. so i use search to specify and get pulled up the correct, but now unlabeled, 39,000 emails. tried to delete from there. but no. there's no select ALL ALL anymore. there's only select 50. one page at a time. fine. i mean not fine. but the child is watching a movie. i'm sitting on the couch with him. we're having a nice time together. it's perfectly cozy as i crank out 50 pages. 50 pages of, select, select all 50 emails, delete. do you want to really delete? yes. whoosh. goodbye. we've gone from 792 pages of 50 emails each down to 742 pages. i refresh. you know. just to check. there's nothing in the trash. what the fuck. i reload the search. the 50 pages of 50 emails are still fucking there. i tested a bunch of different views and nuances to find: in what cases, if any, does proton actually delete your email when you hit delete? turns out basically none. eventually i found one. one single way. now you're asking: why did i still do it manual? why didn't i just spin up an agent to do it? well because i like the pain. sometimes pain is good. with every painful delete i am more committed to fastmail. no. not really. i am more committed to never ever having email again. i've embraced the fate now. i look briefly at every page as it goes by. i'm so fast at clicking you only get a tenth of a second to see, because. you know. it takes so fucking long to load. and it's like a little tour down memory lane. cathartic really. i mean, it's just play deleting. it's only gone from this stupid swiss bank account that has no money in it, only fucking email. which i have all backed up anyway. as i'm going, i start to feel like. well. fastmail was so fast to import literal gigatons of email. it was so fucking fast that maybe i don't need it perma loaded into fastmail after all. i realize it's enough to know that, unlike proton or eaglefiler or thunderbird, i COULD action the mbox files in the future. i could pop them into fastmail, like a memory stick, and find exactly delightfully what i need. and, then, with only a slightly longer wait time than the lag of hitting macbook eject, i could basically hurl the data back out. for the slog that is web based software is this not nearly indistinguishable from magic? i'm clicking fast. by the time each page loads, emails are already going gone. i see flashes of emails and the emails are like old friends. well not old friends, i think, as i cast them down a black hole. but they're emails i remember agonizing over sending. getting the tone right. they're so well written. a thousand million dust bunnies. "delete permanently". confirm. whoosh. goodbye. 642 pages down. only a hundred more pages to go. the child is watching totoro. husband showed it to him. i've never seen it before. we're at the part where the child in the movie gives totoro an umbrella. the rain mists the umbrella. you know. it's just ambient rain. i was busy hating email but i gather totoro is some sort of enormous magical beast and he's clearly got too much mass to notice the harmless ambient rain. even as we inferior humans, you become accustomed to things. if you walk in the rain you get used to it. after few minutes you get accustomed to it and it just doesn't bother you at all. you get wet and then you're wet and you're like ok i'm going to be wet who cares. most of the unpleasant feeling of rain is you get wet. but once you're already wet walking in the rain is actually reasonably pleasant. except. the trees dripping on you is always unpleasant. it's the big fat drops from the trees that get you. no matter how wet you are or how much of a zen monk you are getting water dropped on your head is not pleasant. so totoro is standing there at the bus stop with the child in the movie. totoro is not that impressed. he's like why am i holding this thing that does nothing. then come the louder drops. like the ones down from the trees. the kind that kind of hit your head in an insulting way if you don't have an umbrella. you see totoro light up. like it's an outsized physical visceral reaction from an entire life in the rain under trees getting the insulting drops. the drops don't get him. they get the umbrella. he jumps realizing the umbrella makes him invincible. you should hear the child laugh. not the child in the movie. the real child, mine, in the room with me. he is 5 years old and i've never heard him laugh like this not once in his entire life. he is broken wide open by the whimsy. this is a magical beast that can fly and walk up trees and summon shapeshifting cat buses and the humble human umbrella is actually still a useful new superpower to him. it's very tough to sum up totoro. it's ridiculous. the concept of totoro is so ridiculous. the whole thing is so ridiculous and nonsensical and basically nothing happens in the entire movie. most of the time when there's a haunted house and a haunted forrest there must be some dark evil force at work and somehow the grownups aren't paying attention and the children have to go defend against it. we have lots of stories like this. we have lots of stories where the children are absurdly comically brave in the face of grave danger because the grownups have lost the plot. but we have nothing in the entire western canon where it turns out haunted is not dark and evil it's such a delightful idea that there's this unwieldy magical beast that takes an interest in the children and helping them. and he likes the umbrella so much. even when it's not raining. he still has it. he likes it so much. he carries it around with him. i think to myself, i like very few things as much as this cheshire not-a-cat with rabbit ears likes the dumb umbrella. email is not one of those things. i do not want to carry it around with me. it only took an hour to delete it all. do you know how much i would have paid for this level of mental clarity? had i known this is the relief i would get? for the feeling of having everything tucked away, away from me, warm in bed, in an mbox on a cloud. that now i could take it out anytime and load it and unload it again. a hundred thousand emails. humans should not have any emails. whoosh. goodbye.

if you're an email power user disregard everything i am saying. this is only for power users whereby power is defined as having reached sufficient status and station in life to hate email, literally despise it, to thusly opt out of it and never use it and merely try to minimize its risk and its violence to you as a deeply inherent security vector. as much as humanly possible. i don't even know where to start. i've used fastmail for two seconds and it's the best i've seen. for one, i thought fast meant like, whatever. get set up with an email fast. who cares. like really doesn't everyone have email. no. apparently fast actually means fast. it's blindingly fast on browser. i don't use chrome for obvious reasons and let me tell you, nothing is fast on safari. and yet. fastmail is literally shockingly fast. puts gmail to shame. i don't know how it is so fast. the fastmail app is fine. it's not super fast. i think it's faster than the gmail app. but i only really notice the app is not "super fast" because the browser is ungodly fast. i imported the first 33 gigabytes of email and it was as if it was 33 kilobytes. their SLA on replies is insane. i got a reply to the first question i asked in one fucking hour. they've got a hey do you want to answer with ai first and i tried it but the button bugged out. maybe they should fix that. i filed a ticket instead. and then. A FUCKING HUMAN. FLESH BAG. FROM FELLOW MEATSPACE. RESPONDED TO ME AND ANSWERED. AND I HADN'T EVEN PAID THEM MONEY YET i just checked the time stamps. it wasn't even an hour. it was 31 fucking minutes. the first time i asked proton a question was after i'd prepaid their most expensive tier for a year on like half a dozen accounts specifically to get priority support and i think it took a week. the tldr on proton is they're too swiss to function. that's the good news. everything about security is meticulous. the bad news is the swissness. nothing fucking works. and they don't care. they do not fucking care about something as plebeian and uncouth as things working. i mean. if proton wasn't legitimately so good at having actually hardened login i'd say: no worries. rest easy. because when an attacker gets in, they won't be able to find anything important either. don't ask me how much i've paid fucking google. is it $10,000? is it twenty? they can't help you. they literally cannot. they have no concept of helping. and you pay google like it's a bygone conclusion. it's like, death and taxes and google workspaces. and yet their products barely work. do you know you once could partial word search match. not anymore. i guess it's too computationally expensive. now you only get exact match. i mean. sort of. if you search taxes in our year two thousand twenty six it will surface your taxes from 2016 before the ones from yesterday. thanks google. in the era of infinite compute for tokens, how can it can be too expensive to search my email. to be clear, the proton thing is my fault. for importing 60 million gigabytes of email to proton. i got so excited it was possible. that you could even vacuum entire inboxes in there, with folder structures retained and everything. after the first one worked, i did them all. i didn't do a test search. why would i? you've got to be able to search emails right. right? is that not minimum viable function? proton's like who cares if it works. it's secure. whatever. so now i'm rolling back proton. at first it's not so bad. you go to a label, you select all, then it pops up asking, do you want to select ALL ALL, like the all in the label option appears. would you like to delete 16,217 emails? why yes. whoosh. goodbye. so i'm doing that. label by label. then i accidentally delete a label before it rendered that anything was in it. because it loads as fucking slow as fucking mud. and there was, i don't know, probably 39,000 emails in that label. ok. no big deal. i remember what label it was. so i use search to specify and get pulled up the correct, but now unlabeled, 39,000 emails. tried to delete from there. but no. there's no select ALL ALL anymore. there's only select 50. one page at a time. fine. i mean not fine. but the child is watching a movie. i'm sitting on the couch with him. we're having a nice time together. it's perfectly cozy as i crank out 50 pages. 50 pages of, select, select all 50 emails, delete. do you want to really delete? yes. whoosh. goodbye. we've gone from 792 pages of 50 emails each down to 742 pages. i refresh. you know. just to check. there's nothing in the trash. what the fuck. i reload the search. the 50 pages of 50 emails are still fucking there. i tested a bunch of different views and nuances to find: in what cases, if any, does proton actually delete your email when you hit delete? turns out basically none. eventually i found one. one single way. now you're asking: why did i still do it manual? why didn't i just spin up an agent to do it? well because i like the pain. sometimes pain is good. with every painful delete i am more committed to fastmail. no. not really. i am more committed to never ever having email again. i've embraced the fate now. i look briefly at every page as it goes by. i'm so fast at clicking you only get a tenth of a second to see, because. you know. it takes so fucking long to load. and it's like a little tour down memory lane. cathartic really. i mean, it's just play deleting. it's only gone from this stupid swiss bank account that has no money in it, only fucking email. which i have all backed up anyway. as i'm going, i start to feel like. well. fastmail was so fast to import literal gigatons of email. it was so fucking fast that maybe i don't need it perma loaded into fastmail after all. i realize it's enough to know that, unlike proton or eaglefiler or thunderbird, i COULD action the mbox files in the future. i could pop them into fastmail, like a memory stick, and find exactly delightfully what i need. and, then, with only a slightly longer wait time than the lag of hitting macbook eject, i could basically hurl the data back out. for the slog that is web based software is this not nearly indistinguishable from magic? i'm clicking fast. by the time each page loads, emails are already going gone. i see flashes of emails and the emails are like old friends. well not old friends, i think, as i cast them down a black hole. but they're emails i remember agonizing over sending. getting the tone right. they're so well written. a thousand million dust bunnies. "delete permanently". confirm. whoosh. goodbye. 642 pages down. only a hundred more pages to go. the child is watching totoro. husband showed it to him. i've never seen it before. we're at the part where the child in the movie gives totoro an umbrella. the rain mists the umbrella. you know. it's just ambient rain. i was busy hating email but i gather totoro is some sort of enormous magical beast and he's clearly got too much mass to notice the harmless ambient rain. even as we inferior humans, you become accustomed to things. if you walk in the rain you get used to it. after few minutes you get accustomed to it and it just doesn't bother you at all. you get wet and then you're wet and you're like ok i'm going to be wet who cares. most of the unpleasant feeling of rain is you get wet. but once you're already wet walking in the rain is actually reasonably pleasant. except. the trees dripping on you is always unpleasant. it's the big fat drops from the trees that get you. no matter how wet you are or how much of a zen monk you are getting water dropped on your head is not pleasant. so totoro is standing there at the bus stop with the child in the movie. totoro is not that impressed. he's like why am i holding this thing that does nothing. then come the louder drops. like the ones down from the trees. the kind that kind of hit your head in an insulting way if you don't have an umbrella. you see totoro light up. like it's an outsized physical visceral reaction from an entire life in the rain under trees getting the insulting drops. the drops don't get him. they get the umbrella. he jumps realizing the umbrella makes him invincible. you should hear the child laugh. not the child in the movie. the real child, mine, in the room with me. he is 5 years old and i've never heard him laugh like this not once in his entire life. he is broken wide open by the whimsy. this is a magical beast that can fly and walk up trees and summon shapeshifting cat buses and the humble human umbrella is actually still a useful new superpower to him. it's very tough to sum up totoro. it's ridiculous. the concept of totoro is so ridiculous. the whole thing is so ridiculous and nonsensical and basically nothing happens in the entire movie. most of the time when there's a haunted house and a haunted forrest there must be some dark evil force at work and somehow the grownups aren't paying attention and the children have to go defend against it. we have lots of stories like this. we have lots of stories where the children are absurdly comically brave in the face of grave danger because the grownups have lost the plot. but we have nothing in the entire western canon where it turns out haunted is not dark and evil it's such a delightful idea that there's this unwieldy magical beast that takes an interest in the children and helping them. and he likes the umbrella so much. even when it's not raining. he still has it. he likes it so much. he carries it around with him. i think to myself, i like very few things as much as this cheshire not-a-cat with rabbit ears likes the dumb umbrella. email is not one of those things. i do not want to carry it around with me. it only took an hour to delete it all. do you know how much i would have paid for this level of mental clarity? had i known this is the relief i would get? for the feeling of having everything tucked away, away from me, warm in bed, in an mbox on a cloud. that now i could take it out anytime and load it and unload it again. a hundred thousand emails. humans should not have any emails. whoosh. goodbye.

if you're an email power user disregard everything i am saying. this is only for power users whereby power is defined as having reached sufficient status and station in life to hate email, literally despise it, to thusly opt out of it and never use it and merely try to minimize its risk and its violence to you as a deeply inherent security vector. as much as humanly possible. i don't even know where to start. i've used fastmail for two seconds and it's the best i've seen. for one, i thought fast meant like, whatever. get set up with an email fast. who cares. like really doesn't everyone have email. no. apparently fast actually means fast. it's blindingly fast on browser. i don't use chrome for obvious reasons and let me tell you, nothing is fast on safari. and yet. fastmail is literally shockingly fast. puts gmail to shame. i don't know how it is so fast. the fastmail app is fine. it's not super fast. i think it's faster than the gmail app. but i only really notice the app is not "super fast" because the browser is ungodly fast. i imported the first 33 gigabytes of email and it was as if it was 33 kilobytes. their SLA on replies is insane. i got a reply to the first question i asked in one fucking hour. they've got a hey do you want to answer with ai first and i tried it but the button bugged out. maybe they should fix that. i filed a ticket instead. and then. A FUCKING HUMAN. FLESH BAG. FROM FELLOW MEATSPACE. RESPONDED TO ME AND ANSWERED. AND I HADN'T EVEN PAID THEM MONEY YET i just checked the time stamps. it wasn't even an hour. it was 31 fucking minutes. the first time i asked proton a question was after i'd prepaid their most expensive tier for a year on like half a dozen accounts specifically to get priority support and i think it took a week. the tldr on proton is they're too swiss to function. that's the good news. everything about security is meticulous. the bad news is the swissness. nothing fucking works. and they don't care. they do not fucking care about something as plebeian and uncouth as things working. i mean. if proton wasn't legitimately so good at having actually hardened login i'd say: no worries. rest easy. because when an attacker gets in, they won't be able to find anything important either. don't ask me how much i've paid fucking google. is it $10,000? is it twenty? they can't help you. they literally cannot. they have no concept of helping. and you pay google like it's a bygone conclusion. it's like, death and taxes and google workspaces. and yet their products barely work. do you know you once could partial word search match. not anymore. i guess it's too computationally expensive. now you only get exact match. i mean. sort of. if you search taxes in our year two thousand twenty six it will surface your taxes from 2016 before the ones from yesterday. thanks google. in the era of infinite compute for tokens, how can it can be too expensive to search my email. to be clear, the proton thing is my fault. for importing 60 million gigabytes of email to proton. i got so excited it was possible. that you could even vacuum entire inboxes in there, with folder structures retained and everything. after the first one worked, i did them all. i didn't do a test search. why would i? you've got to be able to search emails right. right? is that not minimum viable function? proton's like who cares if it works. it's secure. whatever. so now i'm rolling back proton. at first it's not so bad. you go to a label, you select all, then it pops up asking, do you want to select ALL ALL, like the all in the label option appears. would you like to delete 16,217 emails? why yes. whoosh. goodbye. so i'm doing that. label by label. then i accidentally delete a label before it rendered that anything was in it. because it loads as fucking slow as fucking mud. and there was, i don't know, probably 39,000 emails in that label. ok. no big deal. i remember what label it was. so i use search to specify and get pulled up the correct, but now unlabeled, 39,000 emails. tried to delete from there. but no. there's no select ALL ALL anymore. there's only select 50. one page at a time. fine. i mean not fine. but the child is watching a movie. i'm sitting on the couch with him. we're having a nice time together. it's perfectly cozy as i crank out 50 pages. 50 pages of, select, select all 50 emails, delete. do you want to really delete? yes. whoosh. goodbye. we've gone from 792 pages of 50 emails each down to 742 pages. i refresh. you know. just to check. there's nothing in the trash. what the fuck. i reload the search. the 50 pages of 50 emails are still fucking there. i tested a bunch of different views and nuances to find: in what cases, if any, does proton actually delete your email when you hit delete? turns out basically none. eventually i found one. one single way. now you're asking: why did i still do it manual? why didn't i just spin up an agent to do it? well because i like the pain. sometimes pain is good. with every painful delete i am more committed to fastmail. no. not really. i am more committed to never ever having email again. i've embraced the fate now. i look briefly at every page as it goes by. i'm so fast at clicking you only get a tenth of a second to see, because. you know. it takes so fucking long to load. and it's like a little tour down memory lane. cathartic really. i mean, it's just play deleting. it's only gone from this stupid swiss bank account that has no money in it, only fucking email. which i have all backed up anyway. as i'm going, i start to feel like. well. fastmail was so fast to import literal gigatons of email. it was so fucking fast that maybe i don't need it perma loaded into fastmail after all. i realize it's enough to know that, unlike proton or eaglefiler or thunderbird, i COULD action the mbox files in the future. i could pop them into fastmail, like a memory stick, and find exactly delightfully what i need. and, then, with only a slightly longer wait time than the lag of hitting macbook eject, i could basically hurl the data back out. for the slog that is web based software is this not nearly indistinguishable from magic? i'm clicking fast. by the time each page loads, emails are already going gone. i see flashes of emails and the emails are like old friends. well not old friends, i think, as i cast them down a black hole. but they're emails i remember agonizing over sending. getting the tone right. they're so well written. a thousand million dust bunnies. "delete permanently". confirm. whoosh. goodbye. 642 pages down. only a hundred more pages to go. the child is watching totoro. husband showed it to him. i've never seen it before. we're at the part where the child in the movie gives totoro an umbrella. the rain mists the umbrella. you know. it's just ambient rain. i was busy hating email but i gather totoro is some sort of enormous magical beast and he's clearly got too much mass to notice the harmless ambient rain. even as we inferior humans, you become accustomed to things. if you walk in the rain you get used to it. after few minutes you get accustomed to it and it just doesn't bother you at all. you get wet and then you're wet and you're like ok i'm going to be wet who cares. most of the unpleasant feeling of rain is you get wet. but once you're already wet walking in the rain is actually reasonably pleasant. except. the trees dripping on you is always unpleasant. it's the big fat drops from the trees that get you. no matter how wet you are or how much of a zen monk you are getting water dropped on your head is not pleasant. so totoro is standing there at the bus stop with the child in the movie. totoro is not that impressed. he's like why am i holding this thing that does nothing. then come the louder drops. like the ones down from the trees. the kind that kind of hit your head in an insulting way if you don't have an umbrella. you see totoro light up. like it's an outsized physical visceral reaction from an entire life in the rain under trees getting the insulting drops. the drops don't get him. they get the umbrella. he jumps realizing the umbrella makes him invincible. you should hear the child laugh. not the child in the movie. the real child, mine, in the room with me. he is 5 years old and i've never heard him laugh like this not once in his entire life. he is broken wide open by the whimsy. this is a magical beast that can fly and walk up trees and summon shapeshifting cat buses and the humble human umbrella is actually still a useful new superpower to him. it's very tough to sum up totoro. it's ridiculous. the concept of totoro is so ridiculous. the whole thing is so ridiculous and nonsensical and basically nothing happens in the entire movie. most of the time when there's a haunted house and a haunted forrest there must be some dark evil force at work and somehow the grownups aren't paying attention and the children have to go defend against it. we have lots of stories like this. we have lots of stories where the children are absurdly comically brave in the face of grave danger because the grownups have lost the plot. but we have nothing in the entire western canon where it turns out haunted is not dark and evil it's such a delightful idea that there's this unwieldy magical beast that takes an interest in the children and helping them. and he likes the umbrella so much. even when it's not raining. he still has it. he likes it so much. he carries it around with him. i think to myself, i like very few things as much as this cheshire not-a-cat with rabbit ears likes the dumb umbrella. email is not one of those things. i do not want to carry it around with me. it only took an hour to delete it all. do you know how much i would have paid for this level of mental clarity? had i known this is the relief i would get? for the feeling of having everything tucked away, away from me, warm in bed, in an mbox on a cloud. that now i could take it out anytime and load it and unload it again. a hundred thousand emails. humans should not have any emails. whoosh. goodbye.

if you're an email power user disregard everything i am saying. this is only for power users whereby power is defined as having reached sufficient status and station in life to hate email, literally despise it, to thusly opt out of it and never use it and merely try to minimize its risk and its violence to you as a deeply inherent security vector. as much as humanly possible. i don't even know where to start. i've used fastmail for two seconds and it's the best i've seen. for one, i thought fast meant like, whatever. get set up with an email fast. who cares. like really doesn't everyone have email. no. apparently fast actually means fast. it's blindingly fast on browser. i don't use chrome for obvious reasons and let me tell you, nothing is fast on safari. and yet. fastmail is literally shockingly fast. puts gmail to shame. i don't know how it is so fast. the fastmail app is fine. it's not super fast. i think it's faster than the gmail app. but i only really notice the app is not "super fast" because the browser is ungodly fast. i imported the first 33 gigabytes of email and it was as if it was 33 kilobytes. their SLA on replies is insane. i got a reply to the first question i asked in one fucking hour. they've got a hey do you want to answer with ai first and i tried it but the button bugged out. maybe they should fix that. i filed a ticket instead. and then. A FUCKING HUMAN. FLESH BAG. FROM FELLOW MEATSPACE. RESPONDED TO ME AND ANSWERED. AND I HADN'T EVEN PAID THEM MONEY YET i just checked the time stamps. it wasn't even an hour. it was 31 fucking minutes. the first time i asked proton a question was after i'd prepaid their most expensive tier for a year on like half a dozen accounts specifically to get priority support and i think it took a week. the tldr on proton is they're too swiss to function. that's the good news. everything about security is meticulous. the bad news is the swissness. nothing fucking works. and they don't care. they do not fucking care about something as plebeian and uncouth as things working. i mean. if proton wasn't legitimately so good at having actually hardened login i'd say: no worries. rest easy. because when an attacker gets in, they won't be able to find anything important either. don't ask me how much i've paid fucking google. is it $10,000? is it twenty? they can't help you. they literally cannot. they have no concept of helping. and you pay google like it's a bygone conclusion. it's like, death and taxes and google workspaces. and yet their products barely work. do you know you once could partial word search match. not anymore. i guess it's too computationally expensive. now you only get exact match. i mean. sort of. if you search taxes in our year two thousand twenty six it will surface your taxes from 2016 before the ones from yesterday. thanks google. in the era of infinite compute for tokens, how can it can be too expensive to search my email. to be clear, the proton thing is my fault. for importing 60 million gigabytes of email to proton. i got so excited it was possible. that you could even vacuum entire inboxes in there, with folder structures retained and everything. after the first one worked, i did them all. i didn't do a test search. why would i? you've got to be able to search emails right. right? is that not minimum viable function? proton's like who cares if it works. it's secure. whatever. so now i'm rolling back proton. at first it's not so bad. you go to a label, you select all, then it pops up asking, do you want to select ALL ALL, like the all in the label option appears. would you like to delete 16,217 emails? why yes. whoosh. goodbye. so i'm doing that. label by label. then i accidentally delete a label before it rendered that anything was in it. because it loads as fucking slow as fucking mud. and there was, i don't know, probably 39,000 emails in that label. ok. no big deal. i remember what label it was. so i use search to specify and get pulled up the correct, but now unlabeled, 39,000 emails. tried to delete from there. but no. there's no select ALL ALL anymore. there's only select 50. one page at a time. fine. i mean not fine. but the child is watching a movie. i'm sitting on the couch with him. we're having a nice time together. it's perfectly cozy as i crank out 50 pages. 50 pages of, select, select all 50 emails, delete. do you want to really delete? yes. whoosh. goodbye. we've gone from 792 pages of 50 emails each down to 742 pages. i refresh. you know. just to check. there's nothing in the trash. what the fuck. i reload the search. the 50 pages of 50 emails are still fucking there. i tested a bunch of different views and nuances to find: in what cases, if any, does proton actually delete your email when you hit delete? turns out basically none. eventually i found one. one single way. now you're asking: why did i still do it manual? why didn't i just spin up an agent to do it? well because i like the pain. sometimes pain is good. with every painful delete i am more committed to fastmail. no. not really. i am more committed to never ever having email again. i've embraced the fate now. i look briefly at every page as it goes by. i'm so fast at clicking you only get a tenth of a second to see, because. you know. it takes so fucking long to load. and it's like a little tour down memory lane. cathartic really. i mean, it's just play deleting. it's only gone from this stupid swiss bank account that has no money in it, only fucking email. which i have all backed up anyway. as i'm going, i start to feel like. well. fastmail was so fast to import literal gigatons of email. it was so fucking fast that maybe i don't need it perma loaded into fastmail after all. i realize it's enough to know that, unlike proton or eaglefiler or thunderbird, i COULD action the mbox files in the future. i could pop them into fastmail, like a memory stick, and find exactly delightfully what i need. and, then, with only a slightly longer wait time than the lag of hitting macbook eject, i could basically hurl the data back out. for the slog that is web based software is this not nearly indistinguishable from magic? i'm clicking fast. by the time each page loads, emails are already going gone. i see flashes of emails and the emails are like old friends. well not old friends, i think, as i cast them down a black hole. but they're emails i remember agonizing over sending. getting the tone right. they're so well written. a thousand million dust bunnies. "delete permanently". confirm. whoosh. goodbye. 642 pages down. only a hundred more pages to go. the child is watching totoro. husband showed it to him. i've never seen it before. we're at the part where the child in the movie gives totoro an umbrella. the rain mists the umbrella. you know. it's just ambient rain. i was busy hating email but i gather totoro is some sort of enormous magical beast and he's clearly got too much mass to notice the harmless ambient rain. even as we inferior humans, you become accustomed to things. if you walk in the rain you get used to it. after few minutes you get accustomed to it and it just doesn't bother you at all. you get wet and then you're wet and you're like ok i'm going to be wet who cares. most of the unpleasant feeling of rain is you get wet. but once you're already wet walking in the rain is actually reasonably pleasant. except. the trees dripping on you is always unpleasant. it's the big fat drops from the trees that get you. no matter how wet you are or how much of a zen monk you are getting water dropped on your head is not pleasant. so totoro is standing there at the bus stop with the child in the movie. totoro is not that impressed. he's like why am i holding this thing that does nothing. then come the louder drops. like the ones down from the trees. the kind that kind of hit your head in an insulting way if you don't have an umbrella. you see totoro light up. like it's an outsized physical visceral reaction from an entire life in the rain under trees getting the insulting drops. the drops don't get him. they get the umbrella. he jumps realizing the umbrella makes him invincible. you should hear the child laugh. not the child in the movie. the real child, mine, in the room with me. he is 5 years old and i've never heard him laugh like this not once in his entire life. he is broken wide open by the whimsy. this is a magical beast that can fly and walk up trees and summon shapeshifting cat buses and the humble human umbrella is actually still a useful new superpower to him. it's very tough to sum up totoro. it's ridiculous. the concept of totoro is so ridiculous. the whole thing is so ridiculous and nonsensical and basically nothing happens in the entire movie. most of the time when there's a haunted house and a haunted forrest there must be some dark evil force at work and somehow the grownups aren't paying attention and the children have to go defend against it. we have lots of stories like this. we have lots of stories where the children are absurdly comically brave in the face of grave danger because the grownups have lost the plot. but we have nothing in the entire western canon where it turns out haunted is not dark and evil it's such a delightful idea that there's this unwieldy magical beast that takes an interest in the children and helping them. and he likes the umbrella so much. even when it's not raining. he still has it. he likes it so much. he carries it around with him. i think to myself, i like very few things as much as this cheshire not-a-cat with rabbit ears likes the dumb umbrella. email is not one of those things. i do not want to carry it around with me. it only took an hour to delete it all. do you know how much i would have paid for this level of mental clarity? had i known this is the relief i would get? for the feeling of having everything tucked away, away from me, warm in bed, in an mbox on a cloud. that now i could take it out anytime and load it and unload it again. a hundred thousand emails. humans should not have any emails. whoosh. goodbye.

if you're an email power user disregard everything i am saying. this is only for power users whereby power is defined as having reached sufficient status and station in life to hate email, literally despise it, to thusly opt out of it and never use it and merely try to minimize its risk and its violence to you as a deeply inherent security vector. as much as humanly possible. i don't even know where to start. i've used fastmail for two seconds and it's the best i've seen. for one, i thought fast meant like, whatever. get set up with an email fast. who cares. like really doesn't everyone have email. no. apparently fast actually means fast. it's blindingly fast on browser. i don't use chrome for obvious reasons and let me tell you, nothing is fast on safari. and yet. fastmail is literally shockingly fast. puts gmail to shame. i don't know how it is so fast. the fastmail app is fine. it's not super fast. i think it's faster than the gmail app. but i only really notice the app is not "super fast" because the browser is ungodly fast. i imported the first 33 gigabytes of email and it was as if it was 33 kilobytes. their SLA on replies is insane. i got a reply to the first question i asked in one fucking hour. they've got a hey do you want to answer with ai first and i tried it but the button bugged out. maybe they should fix that. i filed a ticket instead. and then. A FUCKING HUMAN. FLESH BAG. FROM FELLOW MEATSPACE. RESPONDED TO ME AND ANSWERED. AND I HADN'T EVEN PAID THEM MONEY YET i just checked the time stamps. it wasn't even an hour. it was 31 fucking minutes. the first time i asked proton a question was after i'd prepaid their most expensive tier for a year on like half a dozen accounts specifically to get priority support and i think it took a week. the tldr on proton is they're too swiss to function. that's the good news. everything about security is meticulous. the bad news is the swissness. nothing fucking works. and they don't care. they do not fucking care about something as plebeian and uncouth as things working. i mean. if proton wasn't legitimately so good at having actually hardened login i'd say: no worries. rest easy. because when an attacker gets in, they won't be able to find anything important either. don't ask me how much i've paid fucking google. is it $10,000? is it twenty? they can't help you. they literally cannot. they have no concept of helping. and you pay google like it's a bygone conclusion. it's like, death and taxes and google workspaces. and yet their products barely work. do you know you once could partial word search match. not anymore. i guess it's too computationally expensive. now you only get exact match. i mean. sort of. if you search taxes in our year two thousand twenty six it will surface your taxes from 2016 before the ones from yesterday. thanks google. in the era of infinite compute for tokens, how can it can be too expensive to search my email. to be clear, the proton thing is my fault. for importing 60 million gigabytes of email to proton. i got so excited it was possible. that you could even vacuum entire inboxes in there, with folder structures retained and everything. after the first one worked, i did them all. i didn't do a test search. why would i? you've got to be able to search emails right. right? is that not minimum viable function? proton's like who cares if it works. it's secure. whatever. so now i'm rolling back proton. at first it's not so bad. you go to a label, you select all, then it pops up asking, do you want to select ALL ALL, like the all in the label option appears. would you like to delete 16,217 emails? why yes. whoosh. goodbye. so i'm doing that. label by label. then i accidentally delete a label before it rendered that anything was in it. because it loads as fucking slow as fucking mud. and there was, i don't know, probably 39,000 emails in that label. ok. no big deal. i remember what label it was. so i use search to specify and get pulled up the correct, but now unlabeled, 39,000 emails. tried to delete from there. but no. there's no select ALL ALL anymore. there's only select 50. one page at a time. fine. i mean not fine. but the child is watching a movie. i'm sitting on the couch with him. we're having a nice time together. it's perfectly cozy as i crank out 50 pages. 50 pages of, select, select all 50 emails, delete. do you want to really delete? yes. whoosh. goodbye. we've gone from 792 pages of 50 emails each down to 742 pages. i refresh. you know. just to check. there's nothing in the trash. what the fuck. i reload the search. the 50 pages of 50 emails are still fucking there. i tested a bunch of different views and nuances to find: in what cases, if any, does proton actually delete your email when you hit delete? turns out basically none. eventually i found one. one single way. now you're asking: why did i still do it manual? why didn't i just spin up an agent to do it? well because i like the pain. sometimes pain is good. with every painful delete i am more committed to fastmail. no. not really. i am more committed to never ever having email again. i've embraced the fate now. i look briefly at every page as it goes by. i'm so fast at clicking you only get a tenth of a second to see, because. you know. it takes so fucking long to load. and it's like a little tour down memory lane. cathartic really. i mean, it's just play deleting. it's only gone from this stupid swiss bank account that has no money in it, only fucking email. which i have all backed up anyway. as i'm going, i start to feel like. well. fastmail was so fast to import literal gigatons of email. it was so fucking fast that maybe i don't need it perma loaded into fastmail after all. i realize it's enough to know that, unlike proton or eaglefiler or thunderbird, i COULD action the mbox files in the future. i could pop them into fastmail, like a memory stick, and find exactly delightfully what i need. and, then, with only a slightly longer wait time than the lag of hitting macbook eject, i could basically hurl the data back out. for the slog that is web based software is this not nearly indistinguishable from magic? i'm clicking fast. by the time each page loads, emails are already going gone. i see flashes of emails and the emails are like old friends. well not old friends, i think, as i cast them down a black hole. but they're emails i remember agonizing over sending. getting the tone right. they're so well written. a thousand million dust bunnies. "delete permanently". confirm. whoosh. goodbye. 642 pages down. only a hundred more pages to go. the child is watching totoro. husband showed it to him. i've never seen it before. we're at the part where the child in the movie gives totoro an umbrella. the rain mists the umbrella. you know. it's just ambient rain. i was busy hating email but i gather totoro is some sort of enormous magical beast and he's clearly got too much mass to notice the harmless ambient rain. even as we inferior humans, you become accustomed to things. if you walk in the rain you get used to it. after few minutes you get accustomed to it and it just doesn't bother you at all. you get wet and then you're wet and you're like ok i'm going to be wet who cares. most of the unpleasant feeling of rain is you get wet. but once you're already wet walking in the rain is actually reasonably pleasant. except. the trees dripping on you is always unpleasant. it's the big fat drops from the trees that get you. no matter how wet you are or how much of a zen monk you are getting water dropped on your head is not pleasant. so totoro is standing there at the bus stop with the child in the movie. totoro is not that impressed. he's like why am i holding this thing that does nothing. then come the louder drops. like the ones down from the trees. the kind that kind of hit your head in an insulting way if you don't have an umbrella. you see totoro light up. like it's an outsized physical visceral reaction from an entire life in the rain under trees getting the insulting drops. the drops don't get him. they get the umbrella. he jumps realizing the umbrella makes him invincible. you should hear the child laugh. not the child in the movie. the real child, mine, in the room with me. he is 5 years old and i've never heard him laugh like this not once in his entire life. he is broken wide open by the whimsy. this is a magical beast that can fly and walk up trees and summon shapeshifting cat buses and the humble human umbrella is actually still a useful new superpower to him. it's very tough to sum up totoro. it's ridiculous. the concept of totoro is so ridiculous. the whole thing is so ridiculous and nonsensical and basically nothing happens in the entire movie. most of the time when there's a haunted house and a haunted forrest there must be some dark evil force at work and somehow the grownups aren't paying attention and the children have to go defend against it. we have lots of stories like this. we have lots of stories where the children are absurdly comically brave in the face of grave danger because the grownups have lost the plot. but we have nothing in the entire western canon where it turns out haunted is not dark and evil it's such a delightful idea that there's this unwieldy magical beast that takes an interest in the children and helping them. and he likes the umbrella so much. even when it's not raining. he still has it. he likes it so much. he carries it around with him. i think to myself, i like very few things as much as this cheshire not-a-cat with rabbit ears likes the dumb umbrella. email is not one of those things. i do not want to carry it around with me. it only took an hour to delete it all. do you know how much i would have paid for this level of mental clarity? had i known this is the relief i would get? for the feeling of having everything tucked away, away from me, warm in bed, in an mbox on a cloud. that now i could take it out anytime and load it and unload it again. a hundred thousand emails. humans should not have any emails. whoosh. goodbye.

did something change? i just saw three posts with >400 characters visible before the show more fold. the last post i did had 297 characters, i knew there'd be a fold after 280. there's no fold. meanwhile a post i did a few weeks ago, at only 186 characters, now has a fold. is it now line height not character limit? this post is 396 characters. i will post and test. i expect there to be no fold