Inquiry was a schoolboy, when he heard his first Beatles song

Perfect Sunday in progress.

Much accomplished at the airbnb-2b.

Back home for this-'n-that stuff, then drinks.

I guess the online lived without me?

What a shame online couldn't survive that one fateful September.

I mean, it survived, but once again primarily yet another monetization vehicle.

Which means it's mostly about something other than what people work so hard to make it appear to be.

It's in the vicinity of this: “This is almost entirely about making money, BUT HEY LET'S PRETEND IT'S NOT!”

And yet the fact it is can't help but be weeds to the flowering that could have been.

Oh well.