Should be working on my first post for Substack, but my brain has other ideas currently. Why write an introductory post when you could be reading about intermediate range ballistic missiles and loitering munitions? Do anti-loitering laws apply to drones? Serious business. . .

Brains are weird. Can get an absurd amount of work done in a rather short period of time, just as long as it isn't the thing that is supposed to be getting done. Still haven't figured out why mine is convinced that 0200 is the best time to run the vacuum cleaner.

Probably has something to do with the fact that at the end of the day we're just critters with delusions of grandeur. Could explain our preference for cocaine over churu.

Definitely makes our penchant for violence make more sense. Murder turkeys with multiple independently targetable reentry vehicles. Say hi MIRV!

Don't know how we wandered down this rabbit hole but we seem to have ended up with critter photos, which is probably the best you can hope for when procrastinating. Now where did that typewriter get to? Alright, enough of this, time to get to work (again). Don't forget to pet the critters for me!