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Lucio's Rambles

la bomba

February 28, 2026

Hello lads. It’s a saturday morning, I am idly poking away on Instagram, when an alarm clock rings. Not my alarm clock, no no, but rather a giant siren several kilometers from my house, blasting the loudest horn you could imagine, waking up everyone who was trying to use the weekend to catch up on lost sleep.

For you see, dear readers, we have attacked Iran as of this morning. Yes, again. The loud-ass siren didn’t wake us up to warn us we were being attacked, no, the government just wanted us to know that they attacked in Tehran and were very proud of themselves.

Later in the day we were actually attacked by Iran, prompting me to go to my new building’s bomb shelter for the first time, and WOW this is a deluxe shelter if I’ve ever seen one. I’m used to hiding in staircases, small metal rooms with a bed because it was being used as someone’s bedroom, but this time - this was a giant ass shelter. It had a wifi router, it had toilets and showers, it had a worktable, several sofas; this was a fallout shelter if anything. Very comfortable place to sit in while hearing faraway shockwaves rattling the doors of the building.

Other than that? I’m doing pretty good, all things considering.

Actually there is one thing I’m worried about right now - my plane tickets. I am supposed to fly to San Francisco in a about 8 days to go to GDC 2026, and if this bombing run escalates into a proper war, I’m going to miss that, which would suck. I planned this for about 8 months now and am going to meet up with a friend from the US who I planned on bunking with, so I really am hoping this ends up being nothing.

Always bet on nothing, as they say.

Possibly delusional considering I was just in the bomb shelter this morning, but a man can dream.

Anyways i’m doing chill. Spent this morning reading some academic papers and working on my paper for school, tried installing Cookie Clicker and turns out Linux can’t even run the thing (a blessing in disguise really), watered my plants, played some deadlock… life’s chill.