In the evenings after work, I will often sit out back on the porch and do some phone rotting. That usually takes the form of me just flipping through reels on Instagram, allowing the algorithm to take me where it may. I usually pair this with a healthy tumbler of rum or bourbon. I'm turning my brain off after work, and I'm just having a good time on the internet. The kids might call it dopamine maxxing? Hell, I don't know. Who gives a shit about what those assholes would call it? Yes yes, I'm aware. Instagram is evil. Down...