With ADA having shed nearly 10% in seven days, investors are now engaged in their favorite pastime: debating whether this is a sign of exhausted sellers or the opening act of a larger, more theatrical performance. One can only hope the curtain hasn’t already fallen. 🎭
Nick Szabo, the cryptographer who conjured Bit Gold (Bitcoin’s ghostly twin), and rumored to be the elusive Satoshi Nakamoto, returned to the public sphere like a phoenix from the ashes of Twitter. One might call it a resurrection-or a midlife crisis with better math.
Picture this: a $666.7M DEX outflow and a swarm of Future market sellers, all waving red flags, yet Solana struts around with a stratospheric $150B TVL. Who knew DeFi’s growth was a marvellous masquerade ball where long-term rosy cheeks overshadow the bear’s snarling dance move?
Now, our dear Mr. Demeter is to don his new cap with aplomb, poised to lead an audacious global expansion, whilst fortifying those oh-so-influential institutional partnerships. One can’t help but wonder if he will be sending out invitations embossed with gold leaf to the bigwigs in the U.S., demanding their attention like a dog at dinner time. 🐶
It appears the gilded cages of corporate treasuries have begun to overflow with Solana’s radiant tokens – a staggering 20.9 million SOL, to be precise. A paltry 3.64% of the grand total, you say? Perhaps. But the avarice of the powerful is rarely measured in mere percentages. It’s a symptom, I tell you, a symptom of a deeper, unsettling desire for…something. Something they can’t quite name, much like a man haunted by a lost memory. 🧐
Contrary to those murmured prophecies of doom, staking flows and long-term strongholds persist in locking ETH with unwavering conviction, providing a robust underpinning beneath its capricious price.
“The industry definition of ‘mNAV’ needs to be deleted and forgotten,” Cipolaro grumbles in a note, half-hidden among the financial valleys and rolling hills of the crypto nations. “Market cap to bitcoin/digital asset value,” he mused, “is nothing more than a siren call leading ships astray, a lighthouse without light, a bread without the meat.” And there you have it: the grand old industry lies skulking behind the curtain, that grand ruse laid bare.
CryptoPotato, that chronicler of chaos, reported in August that the Pi Network Core Team, ever the architects of confusion, devised a new way to engage its Pioneers: a hackathon. The 2025 event, which began on August 21, will culminate on October 15, with a midpoint check-in on September 19-a date as ominous as a funeral bell.
Mr. Durov, with a twinkle in his eye and a scroll of policies in hand, shared on his beloved Telegram (and X, because why not?) that French intelligence sent a mysterious intermediary to Paris last year. Their mission? To convince him to delete Moldovan channels before their presidential elections. “Unacceptable on several levels,” he declared, as if sipping tea while foiling a heist. 🍵🕵️♂️
When Bitcoin’s price flutters like a confused bumblebee on a sugar rush, traditional investors watch their dreams dissolve into digital dust. But cloud mining? Oh, it’s just chugging along, mining coins like a cosmic version of a tea kettle. Instead of betting on the universe’s whims (which, let’s be honest, are terrible), you’re generating Bitcoin daily. It’s like having a pet black hole that spits out coins instead of sucking in stars. Genius!
