iVoyeur: Dogfood and the Art of Self-Awareness

Yesterday, I ate lunch in a bar in Northwest Montana. I munched on their fish-and-chips plate (which was way better than it had any business being) and tried to ignore the Bones re-run playing in 4k clarity while the old-timers drank and argued behind me.

The argument concerned a certain very old copper mine with a long and storied history of screwing over everyone but their board of directors. I won’t get into the politics of it with you, or bore you with my opinions, but suffice to say I could tell who was in the right, and I think you could too if you were there.