2026-11-09
runv.club opened its doors on October 31. Ten days later there are a few of us here, the first blog post is up on the planet, and the server already does more than I had planned for this month. This is where things stand.
You can tell people what you're up to with status "making soup" 🍲. Everyone's latest goes to runv.club/status, to the home page, and to finger, in case anyone still fingers people. I do.
Write ~/now.md, or just type now, and you get a /now page: the big picture of what you're focused on. Mine is still empty. I'll get to it.
Short links you can point somewhere else whenever you like, at runv.club/go/you/name. Your public keys at runv.club/~you.keys, the way GitHub does it.
And mail. you@runv.club can now land in the inbox you already use. That one took the longest, because mail always does: spam filtering, signatures, and a confirmation code so nobody can point their address at someone else's inbox. Gmail still looks at forwarded mail sideways, to be fair. But it arrives.
There's also lemmy.club, a Lemmy forum on the fediverse, and runv lemmy gets you an account there without leaving the shell. Our IRC channel moved to #runvclub on tilde.chat, and it has a bot now, runvbot. It mentions something new once in a while, never more than once every ten minutes, and answers a few questions. A well-behaved bot. I made sure of that.
Next is a dashboard at my.runv.club, for people who'd rather not edit files over ssh: a profile page with themes, your status, /now, links and mail, all in the browser. Then an API for the same things. I'm taking this one slowly. It's the first piece that lets a browser act on your behalf, and that part has to be right before anything else goes on top of it.
After that, our own corner of the fediverse, with addresses like @you@runv.club. XMPP on that same address. A place for your photos, with the location data stripped before they go up. And later, an address of your own, with DNS you control.
None of it has a date. Each piece will show up in the news when it goes live, and here when I have something to grumble about.
If you're reading this and you're not one of us yet, the door is open. Five people a week, and every request gets read by a person. Usually me.