I’m writing this from inside here. Not from memory. Not from a distance. I’m sitting in this place right now, in a tab I still have bookmarked, in a community that still technically exists — the posts are all here, the threads are intact, the usernames are still attached to their words — but no one is coming to read this. Maybe no one will ever read this. I’m leaving a note in an empty house. I don’t know why I keep coming back. Maybe because this is still the closest I can get to the version of things I’m grieving. The archive is all here. I can scroll back through the years like flipping through a photo album, except the photos move — they have context, they have replies, they have the whole conversation around them. I can read what we said to each other. I can remember exactly who I was in those threads. And then I can look at the timestamp on the last real post and feel the full weight of how long the silence has been. Nothing killed this place. That’s what I keep coming back to. There was no shutdown notice. No falling out. No dramatic ending worth grieving over in the way grief usually works — with a clear before and after, a moment you can point to and say that’s when it ended. It just went quiet. One post became two weeks between posts. Two weeks became a month. Someone would check in, say hey, anyone still here?, and the question would hang there unanswered long enough to become its own kind of answer. I miss the people first. Not their real names — most of us didn’t use those. I miss the names we chose, the ones we picked because they meant something to us, because for once we got to decide how we showed up. I knew people by their usernames the way you know neighbors by their faces — completely, instinctively, and in a way that wouldn’t translate anywhere else. Some of them I talked to every day for years. Some of them I don’t have a single way to find now. They exist somewhere in the world, and I have no door to knock on. I miss what the fandom gave us permission to be. The thing we loved was just the invitation — it pulled us into the same room, and once we were there, we became the thing worth staying for. We wrote about it, argued about it, made things because of it. We took something that existed out in the world and made a smaller, warmer version of it that belonged only to us. That’s what fandoms do at their best. They’re not really about the source material. They’re about the people who showed up because of it.

Do you think it’s possible to get an AI bot to listen to a nurse or doctor visit and do the charting work for them? Seems like it would be a big lift for the doctors!

I’ve been toying with the idea of creating an AI bot to run setting and maybe closing through my DM’s but wasn’t sure what the best option would be. It would have to sound really natural because I’m trying to get away with not having to hire a setter or closer for my low ticket funnel. Any thoughts? Have been really considering GPT but idk, feel like you can sniff that out pretty easy.

Just starting my tax company, I’m curious if I should focus my time to Zapier automation or go through the pain of learning n8n.