Exodus (1960) and Frank Sinatra sparked a Keren Yarhi Milo/Anne Frank “Kitty” association. Lana Del Rey’s “American” played under it.
Avril’s “I’m With You” met Exodus images of Eva Marie Saint. Sinatra’s “L’chaim” and Worley’s “Have You Forgotten?” shifted to Israel, 10-7.
One boat, one flag: survivors packed on deck, choosing freedom over fear. AngryPages is another Exodus ship—small, stubborn, keeping Israel speaking first.
A Trump-style gut feeling and a White House note framed a family memorial. News of two relatives in U.S. service fed a God-shaped calling.
A September 2024 Trump post timestamp landed 38 hours before the Florida attempt. He wanted the Facebook post preserved.
Walter Isaacson and NYT’s Sulzberger sharpened a storytelling impulse. King Arthur and Halo’s “Demon” lines kept it marching.
Security worries and Red Hat talk ran alongside “milk and honey” hopes. I left Facebook to build on my own ground.
Rust security notes, a Sri Lanka culture flashpoint, and Halo nostalgia—ending in a rough, restless mood.
A cozy afternoon drift: an all-time favorite ant-defense game, then Ina Garten’s lentil soup basics—wash leeks, add cumin, build that earthy flavor—ending in a calm, satisfying “you can’t make lentil soup without lentils.”
Nostalgia scroll turns into security jitters: Teenage Dirtbag, whisper-secrets, Halo scores, mysterious hackers. Hillary becomes a General Leia symbol.
A quick look at the AI arms-race chart sparks one sharp thought: maybe I’m smarter than I let myself admit—and built to lead.
Sheryl Crow and Alan Jackson keep it humble, small comforts steady the day—then the real win: the Akamai server comes back up and the work moves on.
Swift’s “Trouble” sparks Pauline flashback, then a cat-in-water video hits.Halo+Avril “Nobody’s Fool”: build California, choose America.
Emailed Akamai; Linode custom ISO failed. Decided AWS for stronger hosting, while stepping back from Facebook noise.
Opus 4 burned $15; Ars Technica CVEs and hacker fears kept him awake. Akamai and Danny Lewin stayed on his mind.
Taylor Swift lyric videos and Halo 3 clips ran all morning. A Legally Blonde quote capped a push to self-publish the diary.
Halo 3 clips and Tylenol grenades made day fly. Red Hat and SELinux headaches sent him coding, dreaming of 32v32 matches.
Lovin’ Spoonful lyrics play as Reservoir Dogs clips loop. Trump’s red phone montage and Cybernews hacking video spark a quick hobby aside.
Failed maths, then watched a Sam Altman whistleblower clip. Church banter and a 30% tariff sharpened the California–Delaware plan and SurveyMonkey courts.
A Trump rally image framed belief in divine protection. FATCA and taxes felt like a brake on U.S. growth and innovation.
Lawrence Summers’ NYT art shows a wheelchair sketch and “look after themselves” scold. Augustana’s “Boston” lyric frames it as satire over apathy.
BBC park clips: pink guitar, tattooed bassist, and Busted’s “Year 3000.” A “GAME OVER” screen and a Trump portrait riff close it.
AngryPages went online 19 minutes before midnight in California after the DC cutoff slipped. Linode, Akamai, and Halo 3 marked the Fourth.
“Stuck in the Middle” recalls Reservoir Dogs and Michael Madsen. Tarantino’s diner crew image seals a late-night tribute.
Red Bull pool vortex clip triggers a Krauthammer memory. Shallow-water reflections feel deceptive, so diving stays off-limits.
Halo 3 skulls and Hayabusa helmet nostalgia hit hard. Gaga’s “Hair” and a Trump-plot headline sharpened one rule: write simply, no shame.
Cuomo and Adams: no NYC surcharges; dignity comes from jobs. Sleepless in Seattle winter hits; the diary is the magic.
Augustana’s “Boston” becomes a map for leaving baggage behind—two people caught, caring, and pretending not to. The hook lands as a concrete plan: first earned dollar since 2017, a clean restart away from surveillance.
Halo 3 with Dad sparked Microsoft loyalty; Scarface played nearby. Trump felt kinglike; a B-2 flew by, ending on a cheer.
AWOLNATION’s “Run” and “Sail” played while I skimmed a ChatGPT bomb glossary. It brought back Singapore F-16 awe near Lee Kuan Yew.
Terminator 2 on LaserDisc resurfaced beside Fox News. It became a snapshot of Dad’s shelf, ending on snakes and doubt.
Shawn Ryan on Tucker led me to Trump’s book discovery. Taylor Swift’s “Florida!!!” and a quote reframed it, ending as diary fuel.
Windsurf felt like magic with “You Can Do Magic.” A Fox News Iran screenshot and Trump watercolor kept me focused, ending grateful.
I updated the website, queued a Stripe test invoice. Saint Elmo’s Fire played; “Hypnotize” and an ACLU photo framed the night.
BBC’s first female MI6 chief impressed me; Trump–Israel–Iran headlines lingered. “King James” lyrics nudged mercy, ending: “we will offer humanity.”
Fox’s Army 250 parade framed pride in Hashani’s US Army captaincy. I joked about Delta Force, then chose croissant in Kiss-Marry-Kill.
Scarface Horses, Iran ChatterScarface quotes and a MacArthur video looped beside Fox Iran headlines. A Steve Jobs line reframed it, ending: write your own diary.
Elton John’s “Imagine” sparked a reflection on gay service members. I pictured Arlington headstones, insisting love and patriotism deserved equal honor.
An Affair to Remember opened; French lines weighed lies. A WSJ Trump clip hit: “Enough with the nice,” ending in boss mode.
Lana Del Rey played as an LA protest burned an American flag. It made me miss old America; I kept faith.
Dehiwala’s stolen macaw headline hit as Blue Oyster Cult played. Fox clips and cannoli cravings pushed me to drop problems, reset.
True Colors played; a tuxedo scene said, “I could come with you.” “Don’t Fear the Reaper” followed, ending with a backward goodbye.
A Fox Harvey Milk rename story sparked a defense of gay and trans rights, with Madonna nostalgia. Taylor Swift’s “But Daddy I Love Him” closed it.
You’ve Got Mail pushed my web app to launch. Right Here Waiting played; I wished Sri Lanka felt like that café.
Trump “Fight” memes, kids books, and Bingo filled the day. You linked songs, wanted a lawyer, then ended with a Samael joke.
I quit Facebook and coded nonstop to deploy. Exhausted, a screaming face on a map lingered as I imagined treats and change.
Hosted Thilanga and Samadara, brewed french-press coffee, then returned to coding. Later I listed dream seatmates, riffing about Leia and Trump.
Indecent Proposal nostalgia lands hard, then an F-117 tour takes over the night. The cockpit details trigger childhood play, ending on simple wonder.
A 51st-state governor dream hinged on Trump’s team. Diego Garcia was excluded; the plane couldn’t land, ending the idea.
BMICH memorial event sparked a Vasanthi Chathurani sighting. Politics gripes and hiring fantasies circled Trump and Thiel, ending with coffee and sleep.
Trump loyalty hardens as launch nears and truth feels impossible. Movie rants cite Quentin and lawyers, ending on a soldier-calm stance.
Trump’s Arlington Memorial Day images looped beside “A Few Good Men.” The lyrics fixated on courage and truth, ending on “He just needs a few good men.”
Linode signup was flagged as fraud, then support reactivated the account with a $100 credit. Chumbawamba’s “Tubthumping” played as resilience replaced panic.
HK417 clips and a Britney “Sometimes” replay set off Dad nostalgia. A Guinness pick and beer-brand daydreams followed, ending on stubborn independence.
EFF and ACLU pages framed the night before Blink-182 and Gates nostalgia hit. Airports, Xbox pride, and pop lyrics blended into freedom’s defense.
Rosie O’Donnell nostalgia sparked a swipe at Ground News. Sean Curran got a crowd body-tagging pitch; emails went to Bigman.
Trump’s Fox segment sparked “Make America Healthy Again” praise. Forbes touted Bill Gates; coding drove an ASAP launch after two coffees.
Walter Isaacson came up while Apple Park videos played. IRS Form SS-4 for AngryPages Inc and Sopranos’ “Made in America” ending anchored the night.
Mary Harron’s Patrick Bateman edits were praised as art. Steve Jobs iPhone clips fueled Trump comparisons and late-night ambition.
OpenAI’s Codex demo prompted a late-night urge to try it. Ivanka and Jared were imagined getting the diary, framed as restrained dark humor.
