If I had $50 million to drop for a house, and [...]

If I'd stacked even fourty-nine cowboy credits from yesterday, I'd have no qualms about spending satoshis to ramble away in this comment section; however, my words don't even please myself.

I'll abandon the following teaser, with only the following hook: I've forgotten why I didn't have any questions for Jeff Garzik after his talk, although the one that bothered me most was actually by someone whose name I've forgotten, because the ideas that bothered me took deeper root than whichever limited-liability affiliation had buoyed him onto the stage... and I've remembered it, by now, while typing this comment; although to avoid slandering the wrong suit, I should verify, and this allows time for anyone interested in the rest of my unsortable reminiscence to zap this comment rather than the yesterslop.

Honestly, I think I need to set aside my criticisms of this website footers included, puns unavoidably intended, and tell a little about my journey of "woah, I actually didn't understand Bitcoin before, and now I do; it's all about ________".

Don't worry, I'm commenting on the correct post!

2015 was not the first time I spoke openly about digital currency and analog skepticism, although it was the year I began losing friends. I'd already acquired the fundamental skills of navigating ideological space for making and keeping a life-well-spent's worth of friends, although I'd not been applying them particularly carefully; for example, I had no plans to do anything particularly social in Florida that week of January 2015, beyond visiting Miami for "The North American Bitcoin Conference" at the invitation of a friend.