Nat "SP" Bos

A top view angle of a black open-top sedan style ride-on toy car sitting broken in a patch of wet grass and leaves along a slope. The steering wheel is bent off the column, and the front dash/control panel is popped off its mounting points, exposing multi colour wires under the plastic shell. The silver seat and wheels remain in fair condition though the black paint of the body is scratched in several high-contact areas. Water sits in the base of the inner body's shell, covering the left half of the floor.

Life goes fast, so don't wait.

Do things you love, with people you care about, and make the most of every second. Make your world better for yourself and others. How you spend your time defines your life, so be active in defining your life and feel better for it.

Have this broken toy ride-on car.

Bnuy

Having family members perpetuating the same types of social/political harm that were definitional to our family's history as immigrants is frustrating in many ways.

Because HORSEVOLTRON is a blursed entity, and we must have more

It's funny talking to both tabletop game devs & video game devs because apparently they have two entirely distinct understandings of how games are allowed to work despite being related spaces.

Devs I've met tell war stories of how different implementation vocabs lead to communication issues.

Wild.

A low to the ground image of a forested path in autumn. A damp gravel road leads up towards a tree with a deep s curve in its trunk, bending from the base out to the side. Fallen leaves litter the path in reds, oranges, and browns. The sky is grey, and the damp remnants of a recent rain cover all surfaces.

Drives me crazy that when older people talk about the "good old days" it usually refers to times where there were no upheld social standards and they didn't think about other people when interacting with them.

When I talk to [traumatized] elders and [depressed] youths, they feel too similar. Suffering, bullying, ignorance, get normalized to them and destroy healthy relationships.

Yet they often can't help each other because their worlds are different.
Time creates a cultural language barrier.
It's buns.

Do it for the bit

Split image. Left side, text chat snippet cut off. Right side, suspended account page. Texts: Anon: "saying they wanted to play a game and sent me a fake tournament link i clicked it got hacked and honestly thought it was you. The handle were nearly identical i panicked and filed the report with my friends without double checking, and now i realize that might have been a huge mistake." My reply: "I had a similar copy paste "I reported your account" scammer send me a message on discord several months back. Can I get any verification I'm speaking to a real human right now and not a scam bot?"

Asked if they were a scammer/bot and the account instantly nuked itself. Personally haven't seen that one before. Hopefully that means they won't be using that account to phish more people.

Stay safe online lol.

A picture of Juneau, Alaska. Taken from the railing of a cruise ship, just above the Cruise Pier Juneau. In the foreground, the pier walkway sits high above the waterline on massive wooden posts. People walk back and forth along the coastline, and a variety of tourists settle themselves by some advertising booths and a totem pole. A small park of light green trees and grass patches sits several residents having a cookout. The bright blue Historic Merchant's Wharf ends off the visible portion of the pier on the left side, underlining the business district. The city of Juneau's pale-coloured, low-rise buildings create a partial dividing line along the center of the image. Hidden behind those buildings, the roofs of the housing district can be seen peaking out on a hill. The density of both trail off towards the right as the town's end gets squished between Mount Roberts and the Gastineau Channel. The top half of the image is dominated by Mount Juneau, covered in wispy white clouds that rise like steam into a fog that hovers over the thick evergreen forest. Sun bathes the areas unblocked by mountains and fog. Closer, the sloping hill of the much less foggy Mount Roberts covers the upper right third image.

It's hard to work together when using different base definitions for everything. Trying to reason terms of engagement takes up most of any conversation.

Dealing with people who struggle to accept redefinition of ideas always feels like insanity. It's taught me how deeply important communication is.

For my birthday I want you to do something good for someone else. Don't care who or how big that something is. 2 words, 5 seconds, go do it.
Here's to another year of life.

I think it's the 293 but not entirely sure.
Using/defending the rig to gradually strip armour and expose a weakpoint on a huge enemy or mothership would be a very cool boss mission!

The road to [severe interpersonal conflict] is paved with [failed communication].

I'm constantly reminded that age doesn't necessitate experience, and experience doesn't inherently mean learning happened.

I just watched an old person I care for do something very clearly dumb and face the (mild) consequences.

I respect the elderly, but many still have lots to learn and discover!

Alouette lake. A dirt cliff sets the base of the image, littered with small greens and dry branches. Below, a large lake ripples from the wind, only half lit on the left side due to the late afternoon sun. Along the left side of the image, a beach front (North Beach) is populated by afternoon swimmers/sunbathers. A sand bank stretches out into the water, where some people swim and play with stones. Across the lake, a backdrop of massive evergreen forested hills dominates the upper half of the image, with clear blue skies peaking above. The hills opposite the viewer are visibly shadowed by clouds and unseen hills.

Going to talks and conventions (Game dev, Art, TTRPG) and meeting lots of people has been awesome.

Everyone just wants to engage, create, do. There's a lot of inherent anxiety to that, but the common ground helps people share their experiences and enjoy the process.

Start stuff, community follows.

It's hard to sleep while the concentrated wills of the power hungry burn down the lives of the people you love.

But we must. (I say, sleep deprived.)

Have to trust. Gotta rest. We'll each do our part to build a better future. It's a marathon, and everyone needs the energy to keep moving forwards..

A shallow pool in a rocky stream where cool clear water flows through. The gravel and rocks vary wildly in size, colour, and shape. Soft natural light illuminates the greener tones of various mossy stones, while the reflection of a clear blue sky imparts a blue hue to the water. Camouflaged amongst the rocks, somewhat central to the image, a small fish fry swims. (I honestly could not tell you the species).

No thoughts, only feesh.

A bucket wheel excavator. (They're enormous, Kaiju scale)

So hear me out:

Building a healthy bond with your sibling is easy and fun.
Talk honestly and be nice to them, and they'll be nice back.

Be generous, give them food, and they'll randomly drop you a piece of tiramisu at 1am. Piece of cake (literal).

Appending &format=original onto the end of image links SOMETIMES gets you the source format.. if they didn't use a webp file in the first place.
Pain.

Clear skies overtop a vibrant day in Vancouver. Picture taken from Vanier Park, overlooking the entrance to the False Creek Inlet where boats whip by and the SeaBus ferries through. On the opposite shore sits downtown, with high rises staggered across the skyline. People are picnicking and sunbathing down on the beach, and many are walking along the long sea wall that follows the shoreline. The north shore mountains are layered behind everything else, prominently backing the thick forests of Stanley Park which grounds the left third of the opposing shore. In the foreground, some large rocks shore up the edge of a grassy plain. A single sparsely blooming bush rises from the stones.

Every person I've ever met who's an ass or bigot:
1. Doesn't know any better
2. Is scared of the consequences of being wrong
Holding others accountable is a hopeful act. Hoping they override fear, accept consequences, become better. It's our responsibility to each other.

Have this pic of Vancouver.

I found structuring "limbo" time allowances between events where I literally have no choice but to just wait helped keep me going during/post burn-out.

Reducing density by adding 10-20min gaps to everything stops my tendency to overwhelm/work/play myself.

Burn out sucks, recover well and have fun.

A bright, clear day over the Sturgeon Banks Wildlife Management area. The clear sky dominates the upper half of the image, with sparse clouds hovering mountains far in the horizon. A grove of trees trails off from the left side of the horizon, and dense tall grasses and bushes paint the landscape varying shades of green. In the foreground, a group of cows and calves stand grazing, black with white fur banding around their torsos. The majority of them stand around a single stripped driftwood log. Wire fences, stripped logs, and wooden posts divide the small grazing area from a gravel pedestrian path up on a small dyke, from where the photo is being taken.

As my friend groups age, most recent discussions seem focused on what being friends means. How we act in reference to each other, and why.

I see a pattern of relationships lasting through honest discussion, with active accountability from all parties.
Maturity displayed as care, effort, acceptance.

Community cures fear and isolation.

The lonely become selfish and vulnerable because they're all they have.

When you talk to people around you, learn more about them, and create lasting relationships, you never feel alone.

Make friends. Look out for each other. Prevent kings before they happen.

A Great Blue Heron sitting on an old, mossy log in the sediment-blasted waters of the Fraser river. The Heron's head is tucked in, neck bent around to inspect something on its own body. The log the Heron sits on is braced against a metal pole and its end is caught up in driftwood amassed along the shore. The shoreline backdrops the image but is itself hidden, covered by overhangs of blooming bushes and other foliage.

I lied reflexively as a child, feeling unsafe with myself and the world. Lies mold themselves to expectations, spreading like a virus and getting you and everyone else sick.

Be honest with yourself, care about others health, and make safe spaces for discourse. It empowers everyone to do their best.

Pride is knowing you do your best for those you care about.
That you're yourself in a way that your future would approve of.

I hope you each can feel proud. If not now, then later. 🏳️‍🌈

But have you tried Rubber Duck Debugging your moral code?

Note to self: Stop talking to the narcissist like they care about anybody but their own interest. It doesn't matter how well they mask it, they're always going to misconstrue every point towards their self obsession. All regardless of conscious intent, and you shouldn't fault having empathy to them.

Forcing myself to write things down over the past couple years made me engage in more active thinking. Iterating on concepts tangibly has helped me organize, plan, and memorize better.

Ideas can be anything in your head, but if you can't describe them to others through any medium, they aren't real.

A reflective freshwater lake, surrounded by vibrant pine forest. The opposite shore of the lake cuts the image in half, with young trees and a couple large stones on its edge. A small, lonely island of decent growth rests close to the opposite shore. Above the endless sea of trees, the mountain hills in the background roll like the ripples of the water below. Brush and branches peek in from all sides of the image, framing the scene.

May unfortunate circumstances never kill your desire to do, create, and experience cool things.