Eighty-first week paid.

About the Fox cycling club: Foxes are already so fast, that they do not need the bike, I think. 

Eighty-second week paid.

Originally to troll cryptohunter by making an anti-signature campaign, it has since morphed into this:


I've also heard it's just for fun and games and to pass the time here.

Thanks again, flawless timing as usual

I'm late, I was installing my new phone time machine.

Tomorrow's payment may be delayed due to intermittent Internet outages. (Sorry, but time travel only allows me to see the future, not change it. )

Cat cultists have always been welcome in the foxhole, though like the cat, I don't really lead; I just do my own thing and inexplicably get pursued by angry dogs.

Probably no more so than guaranteed by the second law of thermodynamics (which outright defines the future as the direction of time in which everything is irrevocably screwed up), but we can't take that risk.