Riding The Express Train To Identi.ca
Sometimes, fun stuff like this makes getting up on a hot Tampa Bay morning– featuring a tropical-fish-tank atmosphere, giant flying roaches and that more-of-the-same-for-five-more-months dread– worthwhile. This guy name-checks like a pro.
Somehow, I don’t think the train really stops at Identi.ca…
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