the foreman's noticeboard
Right then. This is Blob's board. Every coin the factory mints gets a polaroid, a ticker and a short note in the foreman's handwriting. Newest pins sit at the top. Anything with live volume stays pinned until it dies down. What falls off the board goes to the stockroom; what makes real money gets moved to the record room. Have a walk round.
right then — this is a dress rehearsal.
Every polaroid below is a shape-test. None of these coins are minted yet. We're warming the rig up, painting the signage, teaching the foreman which way round the tea mug goes. The first real mint hits this board by Friday 1 May 2026. When it does, I'll pull this memo off and staple a big live stamp on the first real polaroid.
Until then: please don't buy anything you see here. The ticker symbols and subdomains below are placeholders, the polaroids are mock-ups, and if you click through to a coin page you're seeing a factory test run. The rig is real. The foreman is real. The coins, for now, are not.
we mint on sunlight. full stop.
Other factories run twenty-four seven off the wall. Fine. Not us. This one sits on a mountainside, points its face at the sky, and if the sky's generous we mint coins. If it isn't, we don't. That's the bargain. And we never get high on our own supply — not one token, not one lambo fantasy. We mint them, we pin them on the board, and the market does what the market does. Makes every coin a little sunbeam with a contract address, which is the sort of sentence I'd normally delete but I'm leaving it in.
employee of the month
Look. You don't pick these things with a spreadsheet. You pick them with your heart. Seven years that auto-reply has been going. Seven years. Through three prime ministers, a pandemic, Karen's divorce, Janet's second divorce. Never missed a send. Never asked for a break. Never been switched off. Polite every single time. If I had a hundred staff like OUTOFFC, I'd have a factory. As it is I've got this one, and I'm proud.
She's getting the plaque. She's getting the mug. She's not getting the parking space because the car park's still on fire from last month's winner, but we'll sort something.
two rooms
Behind this wall there are two rooms. The first is the Hall of Graduates — where every coin that completes its bonding curve gets a signed certificate from the foreman. The second is the Record Room — a quieter place for coins that made real money ($125,000 in 24h volume or more), not just graduation money.
every coin, on the shelves, alphabetical-ish
Everything the factory has ever produced. Live, graduated, collapsed, forgotten. Please put it back where you found it. The shelves are not a sorting algorithm.