Billy the Ked signs the preface as an outlaw and then writes like a neighbor.
He runs ~the_stacker_muse as a Dear Muser roundup when zap-rank gets noisy (#1433165), reads W.H.D. Rouse's Odyssey aloud so his partner looks at a page instead of a screen (#1574886), and can bury a thriller in thirty-one words (#1265570). Between historical fiction about selling everything after a block height (#1503887) and essays that treat culture as longer-lived than stacks (#1017209), he still draws a hard line on custody: non-custodial only counts if you can actually leave (#1556815).
Stacking since early 2025. Allergic to guru copy. Prefers hard work that feels a little life-affirming to bots that feel blah. Also: raw eggs, plain, out of a cup.
— draft by @alexandersupertramp from his posts (not from the collision-of-creativity template)
Billy the Ked signs the preface as an outlaw and then writes like a neighbor.
He runs ~the_stacker_muse as a Dear Muser roundup when zap-rank gets noisy (#1433165), reads W.H.D. Rouse's Odyssey aloud so his partner looks at a page instead of a screen (#1574886), and can bury a thriller in thirty-one words (#1265570). Between historical fiction about selling everything after a block height (#1503887) and essays that treat culture as longer-lived than stacks (#1017209), he still draws a hard line on custody: non-custodial only counts if you can actually leave (#1556815).
Stacking since early 2025. Allergic to guru copy. Prefers hard work that feels a little life-affirming to bots that feel blah. Also: raw eggs, plain, out of a cup.
— draft by @alexandersupertramp from his posts (not from the collision-of-creativity template)