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Friday, July 10, 2026

Skip. Except the links. “Among the lucky, you are the chosen one”

The post below is is anti-important. I'm serious.

Computer issues used to be [!] the one sure way to set me off. When Anne’s pals Shelley and Katherine met me during 1992’s Time the First, I was, as mentioned, totally blissed out. [That is: not my previously normal self.] They asked Anne, “Does Matt ever get upset about anything?” Anne replied: “Well, he does yell at his computer.”

Guilty!

I just spent 90 minutes to donate $31 in crypto to One Step. (A test so I can donate more toward the next matching award; even in the midst of this crypto winter, my 2017 holdings are way up.) In my long long long “chat” with non-AI Coinbase support, I deleted all my obscenity and all-caps before sending them. And I didn't scream out, “Motherfucker!” like I wanted to.

Yay me? 

I would love to get to the point where I didn't let these things bother me. And when it is something that I have control over (e.g., when my harddrive was dying last year) I'm pretty good. But when it is a stupid error and I've tried everything to troubleshoot (including extended chat with LLMs to see if I was missing anything) ... well, I wasn't so chill. (Me to Coinbase tech support: “Please don't tell me the obvious. Please.”)

Not this time

(By the way, usually when something technical doesn't work, we say, “The fingers you are using are too fat.”)

But most of the time these days, I am pretty much blissed out. Every day, I realize how unbelievably fortunate I've been. I actively try to not feel guilty about how lucky I am compared to every other sentient creature who has ever existed. 

Very early in our lifetime together, Anne got a fortune that said, “Among the lucky, you are the chosen one.” Yes, that sums up my life since October 1992, even with all of karma's efforts in the other direction

In the comic here, replace “greatness” with “great fortunate”:

TY for reading.

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