A picture for once

Yep pretty much ready to upload a picture here & there.

I mean honestly it's a lot of work now that I still have to write each and every letter out with a finger instead of multiples of them.

So here's a picture I took:

Smol AI update

Fairly consistent with irregular consultations with ablorgmentioned AI machines. ChatGPT, Sakura, Siri; the usual, what.

Sunny skies in T.O.! ^_^

A prayer for the North Americans § Une prière pour les Américains

yeah yeah. bad ports on Switch.

Work work work work work work

I looked at a job career page in 'bumfuck'-Arkansas.

Hours of work?

Every day.

Nope.

Nope.

I'm good.

I'll stick to Canada.

It is a lot more difficult to:

Hey.

Getting up in the morning is difficult when you sleep below future sea levels.

So basements are good for people who don't sleep well at night.

I don't sleep well at night.

Time to lease another basement apartment - or not!

Listening to: Basshunter

When there are no friends nearby, it is difficult to ascertain where they might be located - especially when they travel/fly all over the place.

Hi, T. 

Let's see what the new boss is saying:

same as the old boss btw...

Burying the poetry

... as I wait in line to queue for a possibility to feel better and ignore the pain and danger brewing around me.

It is brewing, because beer was legalized in corner stores yesterday.

Yup. It's not a scientific use of judicial systems, but at least I care more about Sumeru than this fucking place I live in.

People drinking everywhere.

Drink driving.

Glass strewn on the ground.

People locked inside shells of ghosts of machines.

Machines not working properly.

People not voting.

Some fucked up system I will not bury; for sensitivity is key.

I hate lobbed laws

Okay. This blog is literally inspired by XKCD.com.

The reason I have a copyright symbol on my page?

I have no clue what people/AI are doing with MY data.

So I put a symbol up to protect my data.

Now here's the issue.

I just tried to link today's XKCD funny comic, and because I'm not citing it in their exact, preferred style (which is actually more difficult than it seems to them), I just won't put the image that made me laugh this morning, because the time it takes for me to figure out how to put it on here is just painful.

So, like, why do you bother being someone with humor if you're so stringent on how your humor is used, Mr. Monroe?

I just decided not to link today's XKCD comic out of fear they'll come after me too for "stealing" their ideas.

Oh and I got rid of the random button because it was very far removed from "true" randomness.

Honestly,

Karma Inspiration Eyeless etc.

I don't care what Jordan Peterson says:

A human being is not a they.

YOu all suck

Seriously.

What the fuck is wrong with you people.

I don't use this place as a place to cry or anything.

How many times have tears streamed down my face trying to get my fucking point across to you useless former friends.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. I THOUGHT YOU SUPPORTED MY PROJECT.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, LEAVE A FUCKING COMMENT. DON'T GET SOME RANDOM !@#$%? FROM !@#$? KNOWS WHERE TO SLIP ME A JOINT AND EXPECT THINGS TO WORK OUT.

FUCK ALL OF MY FAKE FRIENDS; I'M DONE WITH YOUR FRAKE SHANGRI-LAS TOO.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE - THAT INCLUDES YOU. AT LEAST GABE TRIES.

L'heure de l'histoire humanitaire

ChatGPT consulted once more this week. And for good reason, man, I'm bored and accessing .ru websites for fun again.

It really doesn't last very long: Anette (it might be with two Ns) Olzon (this one I'm 95% certain of) is MY favourite Nightwish singer.

I still don't consider that I have done a full playthrough of ImaginÆrum (yes I know it's the wrong alt code - bear with me: I'm still having organizational issues because I am rediscovering old non-automaton-based ideas).

Anyway.

Don't really care about my life; why should I care about yours? Story of my recent, that last clause is, and I decided to turn callous and cruel for good reason.

A modus ponens?

Correlation does necessarily imply causation, because correlation wouldn't have been made in the first place!

A post-pre-modern rant

Let's see.

How can I justify the terrifying secret of waste of time, space, and money?

Fairly easily: I never deal with all three at once.

This title definitely not AI-generated (but unfortunately slightly correlated)

 ... so it kind of sucks that you have to wait for Ethernet but that, that I don't want to speed it up...

... previously, a thought I was having... "so basically StumbleUpon led to Omegle, which became a replacement for the 'fuge (formerly Refuge Chat, which was of course based on DigiChat architecture), which itself was a much needed escape for me when I turned 20 years of age (which, by the way, is officially an age that I read at some point in time in some non-foreign, non-extinct french dictionary that was defining the word "adolescent" which, of course, is the same as "teenager" (and, of course, isn't the same from an etymological standpoint but I've learned to let the argument-from-etymology go after some voices/echoes told me so). ...

... I refuse to cut out most (if not at all) of the aforementioned because what I am getting at is I've been more and more worried about cybercrime lately. Not the bad shit (like extortion and revenge porn and horrific things like personalized drugs and so-called 'test-tube' human beings, which I do think about sometimes), but moreso the history of it, and the history of crime in general while we're at it) ...

... I mean it makes sense. I "made" it back to U of T again after a short (obv. in their standards) 'sabbatical' away, and obviously my academic writing has degraded in its intensity somewhat, and now I'm trying to figure out a way to spend my time better. So far this year, so good ...

... I, and the bike I was on, also made it to TMU. I was not the least bit impressed, both with population control (in far better words: crowd management of architecture, kind of like Michel Foucault (another author I've barely read any of, for the record, before the record gets co-opted by more citation fears again)), and with the facilities. I mean, yes, I get that rebranding costs money, but to me it seems they could have rebranded a little more than the lettering on their logo. I don't think it's a bad rebrand name necessarily - I just expected more from a public university. *cough* ...

York University is still the same old. The strike hit me close to home, for once: the terrible TTC system north of St. Clair West (excluding the functioning subway, mind you) of course, but I also lost my job because yet another York student had nothing better to do than work to improve the system from the ground-up (which, by the way, I also had to do to afford potential tuition after we lost with Wynne again).

Anyway I figure publishing this, and ofc not labelling it as freewrite (still my current get-out-of-publishing-jail-free card), can probably only improve the aforementioned terrible democratic institutional system I literally bikeride in every year (and other than citing all the colleges I visited today, which would be too many to count singlehandedly, there's also le lac Ontario that I visited and unfortunately did NOT dip my legs in and did NOT take a picture of with my Hasselblad-lensed OnePlus) because it's just what I like doing and, finally, fuck you very much, run-on sentences - I will write how I please, mister Vonnegut - I ain't in it for the money.

Chaotic mess

Listening to (& from (I'm trying out Tidal this month)) Silverstein:

Chaotic mess.

It's what I feel sometimes, when I think of my life. It cuts so deep, the emo music, and yet it's so shallow, so am I really being honest when I say it cuts at all? Anyway, how many times will I have to write non-sequiturs to you before you get the big picture? Anyway, how many more times, babe?

If there are three letters that I am starting to hate being put together in a particular sequence, it's the letters w, h, y. I shan't give you the exempla gratiae that I so normally follow through with after writing the aforementioned non-examples down, but I will challenge myself to continue a real non-run-on sentence. Yeah, the last one.

It is challenging to me to continuously self-correct grammar.

Although so far this Sunday, of this week, I have not consulted AI (minus a technical non-blog related thing, I swear!), I may or may not forgotten to mention it last week, so you can safely assume that, oui, je me suis encore calé dans une autre quasi-perte-de-temps avec un robot plus intelligent que pas.

Je le déteste beaucoup plus, mon français écrit non-travaillé, que mon anglais écrit travaillé. C'est une comparaison créative certainement, mais mon français - oui, le miens, pas le vôtre - n'est pas aux enchères robotiques non plus. Alors lequel est plus important? Qu'importe.

Pas de chanson de la journée pour aujourd'hui, mais quand même un petit mot français pour une fois.