Cybercoin lovers, we love y'all. Like Beyonce says, "looking so crazy in love."
There's a fine tradition on Publish0x, and dear readers know we wanna support it - from Panda to Paul, everyone comes on to testify for love to the miraculous, astounding Publish0x and every single soul on it- for hitting milestones of time, followers, or just randomly (us.) But THIS time, thanks for reaching 600, congrats us! You know who you are!! We are forming AN ARMY!!! Apologies to any offended, and y'all know we love you, Absolute Unit, HippoCrypto, where-ever y'all are, we know inner and outer beauty in all ways. We are deeply grateful.
The funniest call from the trading floor (usually a cue to freak out and warp analytical code still in dev) was this: " Run the numbers, how much it would cost, what if we, we want to buy ALL THE LOTTERY TICKETS FOR THE POWERBALL!!" Hard not to laugh, sorry boss, it don't work that way!
So let's get uppity now in that spirit. 
WE ARE THE 600!! You will know us by our trail of dead!!!! Actually, in the case of the 600 here, by the stream of fugees we free hah!
Are we a FLEA ON THE ARSE of the Financial TImes yet!!??!! Run the numbers bwah!!!! step kick STEP KICK D_MN YOU!! The FT is the biggest dog (we see you! Go THROUGH Hoss ) in all financial reporting. 1.25MM views on the FT daily, not top ten with Japan, Indian and Chinese papers, but no sneezin. So, the biggest British dog why that's Freddy! no he's tallest. Balthazar!! 
at 15 stone, that's over 95000 grams. Ahh, that's not much, we weighed just under SEVENTEEN STONE, 235lbs, by the time we finished the "Food Olympics" that was our working night school MBA scholarship.
A hungry male flea can make weigh-in under a half gram. A flea on a big dawg's arse at 0.5 gram divided by Balthazar, we got .000005, or 0.0005% in units of flea/arseweight. The FT is super heavyweight class, so we, the 600, are really 600 divided by 1,250,000 = 0.0005 or 0.05% - the sig digs' look aiight - in units of 0xen / FTviewer YES WE ARE a flea on their ass!! WAhoooooOOO!! Hey the FT might only be a NORMAL big dawg, say 100 lbs = 45 kilograms, divide a nice fat happy flea of 1 gram by 45000 grams it's .00002, or 0.002% no, that don't work, don't show THOSE calcs to the trading desk erm wait YES IT DOES!!
Together, we are twenty five happy fleas on the FT!!??! If we, the 600 crank 1500 views we are like SIXTY FLEAS!! "ON HER LIKE A FLEA" as fatty chasers everywhere and one Colombian friend at work used to say before he rose above us on wings of flame, bless ya pocket hercules Oswaldo where ever ya are. THANK YOU US!! 
well, we prolly can't pull that off, can't clear THAT bar. But ya know what we can do for us oh 0xen?
Riding our first 550 from New Orleans to Ohio for a funeral, the windshield broke, hit us in the helmet, we lost our nerve and hitch hiked. Took forever to get there (AND we skipped the funeral?!) While gone, our friend moved us into the cheapest complex in the Houston paper. Many friends were robbed there, we lost it. Think motorcycles in upstairs apartments, punching holes in the walls for (good bass response) speakers, etc.
To play the crazy card, we did screaming rain-dances In the rare tropical downpours. Shouting into the lightning, going for the good pose, pretentiously swinging bike chains & an iron trucker's come-along w/ monkey wrench handle & hooked chain. Wearing a dripping California "skunk" racing jacket, spoils of war from a brawl after our band "The Terrorists" ( lol, can't play "Terrorist Activity" no more) played our one and only gig (at a Italian/Irish/really Mexican bar. )
AND WE PROMISE TO DO THAT WITH Y'ALL, brothers and sisters. Hear us now, heed us later, mighty FT. We are crowdsourced Borg, resistance is futile. We are the combat AI in cyberpunk favorite Richard K Morgan's Altered Carbon books - at first we can be cut back by a lawnmower, but give our evolving ass time. We double pinky promise ! Wall street / City chestnut #3 - "call em like ya see em ref."
Did the security strategy work in Pine Terrace, south of the Astrodome?? Lol, who knows! We noticed our clothes worn by randos cause left in the laundromat, but hey. Tiny apartment was not robbed even though we split town back to N'Orleans with the door not just unlocked but ajar, lol! But that was Cauldwell, our crazy strong / hardass, armed, alky, next-door black neighbor, who kept the place safe all weekend while leaving the door just like he found it- open!!!! ROFL!! & in there was a drumkit, bass amp, coffee table made out of a swiped “WATER” iron manhole cover covered with quarters & semi precious stones lol, cheap guitar on a waterbed built into the wall & heated by a stolen streetlight...
Cause that's community, 0xers, fams. In the words of a favorite drummer, "Let's show em! LETS SHOW EM!! @#^@&&*#$@*^&#!!!! EM !!! LETS REALLY REALLY SHOW THEM!!!! " *
Peace, love, distributed computing & crowdsourcing,
Dave
*Glenbo "Randy" Dirt Boy #1 Owl, drummer from HouTex ( pronounced "used tongue") as we went on in a punk club in Dallas.
Sadly, we really needed the pep talk. Cops in dallas only allowed one punk club at a time to stay open. This club, next to a cop speakeasy had drunken cops arrest everyone the night before, leaving three or four hardcore punks (who did love our tight thrashing drunk rock) as OUR audience. Bonus funny- the headliners ran on after us. Kevin stepped to the mike, shouted " We just drove six hours to be here tonight" as the cops cut the power.
love
Dave Owl
