I cœur mes parents

Following my "I heart Keqing" post from November, I thought it appropriate to mention my parental units. Like, my mum & dad. 100% of my DNA, to be explicit.

I don't think I've ever mentioned them. I spent pretty much every day with them during the Covid-19 crisis, but following the pandemic and amidst rising housing costs, I made an economic choice to plunker down and get to cooking, just like Xiangling in Genshin and I love them for continuing to let me stay at their place whilst I figure out my life after finally dropping out of university right before the first wave hit.

I love them for teaching me so many things, from the basics ike how to read & listen, to complex adult stuff, like how to be emotionally intelligent in a mythically abnormal world.

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I went off the deep end again. Landed myself in the trauma-informed loonie bin for a while. I got cocky. With the plant as my ally (but also over egobooster; not sure why), I truly crashed. Lucky for me,bi run on walking to stay healthy and mostly sane.

I didn't like the way the government controls so much of its citizens in Canada, like housing and community centre programs, and money printing causing horrific inflation issues, so it felt off when even the taxes fell from the junk food in grocery stores, all to encourage people to buy the government's bullshit food rainbow sludge to line corporate food conglomerate pockets with our hard-earned money.

Pastries everywhere, in restaurants. bakeries. Even health food stores aren't safe from the gluten contamination. And still I eat better food, year over year.

Fuck. Yes.

Another good thing, plantae-wise, is that the Canadian government is somewhat respectful of the CBD dry herb industry; farmers and micro-cultivators who want their medicine to be sold to people such as I; well, I want and rely on it for medicine too, so I'm excited for a bright future that the Cannabis plant has with us human mystics and shamans of the modern world. Une plante de guérison. It's legal! :D

I'm not done with THC. I just need more medicinal training before I dabble again with the heavy, stoned af indica.

So for now, I'm an Ambassador for the good organic CBD, and I will try to not report on the practically non-existent side effects that the CBD oil (that my dad is making for me) has on me. It is one way out of my singular obsession with mary-jane, and I'll probably be way less anti-social with my behaviour moving forward.

Alot of this to say: I'm super grateful that my parentals are still alive and well and still looking out for me and still worrying way too much. Such is that dynamic.

I too look out for their health: I love eating them all sorts of amazing organic food recipes from my extensive répertoire, from meaty chilis, to herb-and-spice heavy carrot & ginger soup, e.g., not to mention awesome alternative dips like parsnip hummus to go with carrots and fennel slices. No legumes, no grains, no cheap dairy; no problem!

I'll have to come back and add some pictures to this particular blog post.

I'm totally a foodie, and I don't need to be high off jush to be happy, so it's time to link some more pictures to my blog.

I'm looking forward to a sober x-mas season. So far, so good. I'm not perfect but I think I'll manage it for realzies this year. Organic dry red wine and NorCal Marguerita in moderation, and I'm so thankful I don't have a drinking problem, so it'll be fun to party responsibly again, I'm sure of it.

Oh, and I'm dreaming again. So no need to go and wreck that with alcohol oversufficiency anyway.

💤^_^☺️

poe1 agane after MOAR SLEEP!

n01337sp34k:problem?:Do

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c'est pas facile de parler de parler

Regression is RARELY rewarded

ha ha ha ha, here I am

hilarious like a hurricane

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seulriously though, you guys suck at video games

A rant that isn't as eviscerating as I thought it would be

*The sound of a co-opted Jingle Idiocratic Bells AMZN commercial blades through my eBayed camera phone as I try to blog whilst struggling against the T9 autocorrect grammarlyified writer's place I still call my own*

How's THAT for some context, fellow blogspotters (and Reddit blogwriters, let's not kid ourselves).

Now for a strictly (lol not at all) cons list of what, for example, Amazon Web & non-web services permits and encourages, explicitly:

• tracking your purchase orders, music/video playlists, and your wishlist of stuff that you end up "having" to buy for yourself anyway, this ruining Christmakwanzaa or w/e

• paying teenagers/grown-ass men/women like $2.50 per hour to have bums watch you for $2.50 per hour to gleam strategies to git gud @ video games

• enforcing viewership SNP/Attention Span Potential (ASP) by getting people to click on little boxes to generate in-IRL currency that one can spend to get visicreen users (i.e such you and I) to react, thus spending calories

• false advertising. man, even the delivery drivers are bums who have to use Amazon phones to take pictures of our houses to prove to their bosses that, yes, Canada Post's employees fucked up once or twice so instead we'll just sell our province (and especially our capital) out to one another by delivering 3D printed carp to each other. The ads I was watching were showing happy white-ass crackaz in blue UPS/FedEx hats delivering nice boxes inside a fleet of smiling mini trucks. instead, we have ugly-ass rental vans that, yes, clog up the streets but if you need toilet paper before you inevitably buy a cheap bidet, then yes; also the minivans will deliver THAT to you the day-of.

But FFS what kind of culture needs instadelivery of everything? Oh yeah ours, cuz the price of gas has been between 90¢ and 170¢ for about as long as I remember.

• redheaded girls. need I say more? WTF happened to knives? 

• the internet goes down, Alexa gets to make more money than I could ever dream of controlling. how is that fair to the individual that actually sometimes uses the money judiciously (prolly not the self-avowed bulk ARPG economy enjoyer, mind you)

• delicious food at non-exorbitant prices. the Whole Foods takeover; a whole other beast. at least it's probably not Galen Weston's fault, entirely, for once 

league of exiles

let me guess: name already taken.

maybe.

options:

LA DEADEYE zoomzoom trade "softcore trade Andy" before the end of November is option A

JUGG Righteous Fire of Mana (or variant) in HC trade is option B

Standard stash tab sorting + some light build fixing is option C

Buying a PS5, a Nintendo Switch 2, an Xbox Series (insert model here) and then racing against console players is option D.

I feel comfortable with console controllers, especially because of years of JoyCons warping my hands means it surely could not get any worse for my "special" or "tall" dimensions.

Ruthless (or other game mode like an atlas invasion or a private league) if I'm really, really desperate, I suppose.

must farm blight for Berryraven's sake (my newest project, since they buffed Zeke's Amplifier).

Chase item?

My first Hinekora's Lock, naturally.

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or Hateforge.

... I'll be back here, mayhaps, if it's The Apothecary I end up lucking out.

For now, my bubblegum mirror is forever Standard (since 2013+)

=]

freewrite the vaal

saying hard to peer when you 9eervgwci when t8yvkust3h tivwkkbso46evitve4u4rvwjlljweuev

I just gotta use GFN then;

sleep is for the meek.

Rush - 2112

I heart Keqing

Not much going on in my life.

The dream is good if you don't wear it out

Still listening to Paramore, Rush, the good stuff. A lot of metal and hip hop, too.

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J'aime jouer Keqing dans Genshin Impact. Quand je joue Keqing dans mon compte, non seulement ça me rappelle les superbes bon moments dans World of Warcraft quand j'était un full-fledged teenager, mais elle me donne aussi un espèce d'espoir pour l'avenir de video gaming.

Bien sûr, Keqing est seulement une parmis des douzaines de catgirls que tu peux jouer dans le jeux qui a tellement plus de profondeur, de détails à découvrir, et de primogems à dépenser, que même si je me tanne de joueur en tant que Keqing, je sais que je peux toujours revenir dans ma tête et me rappeler des moments, surtout vocaux dans mon cas, passés avec elle, l'exploratrice sans merci pour les fainéants. Véritablement, c'est son éthique de travail et ses convictions sûres qui m'attire tout autant que son joli design mauve dans le jeu quand j'y pense.

Une raison (parmi tant d'autres) pourquoi je supporte le projet Genshin, c'est parce-que c'est un jeu honnête: à n'importe quel moment, je peux consulter le compendium et voir tous les détails important pour améliorer mes avatars, et parfois cette info brisent le fourth wall du jeu - là où j'ai découvert qui anime qui avec quel talent de voix -, mais c'est un jeu bien développé qui passe bien le temps.

Keqing has lightning stiletto, which allows me to point & teleport pretty much wherever I want. She's awesome. She's so awesome, I even bought a body pillow of her because I'm proud of my hidden anime side. =)

 I couldn't find a good picture of my body pillow, so this picture I took of someone's Halloween decoration will have to do.

paralyzed b'y

screenshot rap

Transitive positivy

***TEST***

 

other than

***TEST***'s

issues

a prose-laden hai

ku, began long ago

'twas a mystery it was

on a barren field

sand in the ocean

dream singularly

a comforting thought kept

in a valley strewn

a thesis statement no one in particular cares about

observation implies pain

Subdivided and mystical

This song of the day is so sad, it does make me cry... cuz the drummer's dead =\

a (whoa)man; a plan

no canal : 

LOCKE.

b-dash

prone listlessness

rustled leaves low; birds

are nonplussed

a cloud-ku

A Wanderlust

of invocations

is Keqing's

i get no offers

once in a 7th year I do declare there are times when I was sober and then there are times when I was dreadfully aware

at least one day my word cloud won't be free of charge anymore.

I don't think I'll keep this up

Blogging every day sounds alright till it turns into a chore.

No.

No way.

For now though, I have something to say: c'est tout aussi le fun de bastardizé le french language que le english language. I thought I would hold french to some higher standard, but nope: I have no qualms about completely butchering that language's grammar as well if it differentiates me from the bots.

No ChatGPT today; nothin' special.

brite club

in case I forget to blog this morning, today's SotD (Song of the Day) is Fight Club - LIGHTS from her self-avowed (maybe?) magnum opus, Skin & Earth.

A lot of her music is conducive to working out, so I guess yesterday was a "rest day" (but you know I still went for a walk somewhere).

Biceps today prolly.

(Insert preferred music streaming/torrenting service network/YouTube link here)

3x64 days...

and counting.

I'm going.

to wake when.

I fall asleep I think you with me

When I fall asleep I feel you with me

'till I fall asleep and you are with me.

I wake up; there will be; 363 more days left.

based on LIGHTS' glorious Siberia album.

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I probably glutened myself after my grocery store trip yesterday, but I think the fast-food poutine was totally worth it for my birthday.

I'll briefly cite ChatGPT-5 as consulted today (to help me reframe my workwee, mostly, though I wonder would I be blogging were it not for having taken out my phone to access OpenAI).

P.S. I'll try blogging every morning here until further notice starting now. Word count minimum of 2.

a skipped day

I understand you now. I understand why so long ago you wanted nothing to do with those birthdays, those so-called privileged days to do whatever you want without judgment or retribution.

but we already have those.

We already have the capacity to eat whatever cake we want - and we can bake it with whatever ingredients we want, too.

We can buy and 3D print for very little money any simple object to use for whatever purpose the AI recommends.

We are now gods without birthdays. We still have death days, and because of endless party food celebrations, we will continue to at least respect the sanctity of death and all it entails by fattening up first.

Gawd is this birthday particularly lonely... The only thing I can muster is weakly scan for cheap businesses to extract freebies from (and my personal info to be given up in exchange, of course) and opening up yet another type of ice cream: Moose Tracks, my favourite, but so, so unhealthy.

I leave you with a picture of something nebulous that I cooked earlier this summer:

SWIM berry sour trip UPDATE zomg

SWIM ordered some berry thing off Amazon ("Frooties") and although they're not particularly scientific about their dosing with Cannabis as a baseline, I will say that they tend to do this eating ritual at around 11pm+ and let's see what tastes overly sweet (OS), WTS (Way too sweet), and just perfect (JP).

What I've got lined up so far:

-Lemons

-No lines/limes

-Powdered cumin from the Glorious Spice rack

-No nutmeg (I overdrank eggnog a couple summers ago and I haven't felt quite right since, but SWIM told me I'd recover)

-Apple slices (with honey) ((CANDYCANE MOCK 🍓 TASTE 😁))

-Cardamom from the spice rectangulagram

-The unopened fridge (the endless good in there is a GOUFFRE!)

- Peanut butter will be hard to resist

- Blueberries not as much (even harder to resist, but way way healthier in the long run) (PASTY LICORICE BLUE I ACTUALLY ENJOY ☺️)

- Chamomile, peppermint, rooibos tisanes 

- The tahini in a base of Siggi's tastes cheesy (! Incredible¡)

Alright the tablet has dissolved, here we go.

Notes in brackets and yes I'm just as ugly as before taking the miracle non-weed-Tums tyvm.

The fear of the lone

One day, it will be the last blog post ever.

It'll prolly be as mundane as this one.

... Wax your own poetic, loser.

Stressthereapy

I go to work and I pay them to listen to me.

I listen to them to let them help me, but I have to pay them?

Why is that fair? You have a job; I'm a writer. My hEaDsPacE is all about me. Food is fawesome, though, because you can always, always choose to listen to your heartlife's yearning for the health; the nourishment from the gift that Gaia provides: fresh sustenance for the local omnivore. =)

I am passionate and I am taking a break from playing the very best the internet has to offer in terms of good, honest, solid time-horizon sharing of co-operative gameplay (such as Overwatch, as usual, and laughing at all the trolls* items in games like Path of Exile and V Rising).

Si j'avais un camarade d'écriture, peut-être pourrais-je améliorer ma situation d'écrivain dépourvu.

I miss my friends... :(

A new vibe

une nouvelle idée.

un ancien mantra, mis à nouveau: sports. music. games. love.

sports. music. games. love.

sports. musique. jeux. amour.

sports. music. games. iLove.

I breathe.

I smile.

I love.

 

sportsmusicgameslovesportsmusicgameslovesportsmusicgameslove.

hellogoodbye (was a band, yes, and here's my commentary: so 2007)

ArtMantra (so that if I ever forget I wrote this particular blog post, I can try to at least remember I wrote this part and then remembered that it won't matter to the robots.txt that everyone is so worried about)

the redline continues to undermine my flow-of-consciousness as I draw ever closer to the publish button...

Well if you really want to keep reading, all I'm saying here is that I updated the title and the description in one fell swoop.

Some deets: I had to consult the current version ('25-07) of ChatGPT to get me to stay on task and on topic, and I daresay it was certainly a collaboration moreso on the description part because the Beatles album I'm referencing in the current version of my blog was also pretty much its original title when I first started this place - that, and probably something related to Edgar Allen Poe). In other words, yes, I consulted ChatGPT/AI today to help me with much more than blog formatting: blog content.

Luckily, that's it. This stuff here, all from my absurdist brain neuron firings, yup. Not humanity's or anything (do we even have enough brain cells left to compete with other planets anymore?)

Still wondering whether I should sign off as Gabter, Gabe, Gab, Kaldoce, KaLdOcE, GaLdOcE, Karma Aspiration etc., Mn3monix, Deathraven, Meto_Kaiba, Tealtop, or just Gabriel G-H again. I might be flummoxed for ever at this point due to the sheer amount of aliases I have, jeez.

gonna have to cite myself again

yeah not very many et pas vraiment de raisons pour alléger les terminaisons bloguistes

après tout, au moins chatgpt essaie d'être plus ou moins bilingue.

il y a aussi la fonction Gboard qui paresse, mais qui m'est penultimatement utile, peut-être.

as I write

I wake up and drag a hairbrush across my universe of a head.

smooth brain

salty brain

galaxy brain move

until I write about a future that has not occured yet because it's almost 7am on a Sunday and I'm thinking of doing non-existent work for non-existent pay all over again.

yep. skipping another PoE league because of lack of levelling changes.

Eilla eilla hé

Umbrella ☔ by Rihanna is the Song of the Day today.

If you can't find it by now that's on you.

Lol.

a lack of inflection

ooooh do i continue to have to be careful? I'm playing a game with nature, I mean, I don't expect to win, but it's not about being a winner now. no, it's called being an adult and enjoying the hell out of "sleeping in".

for some reason, some other adults decided days should work a certain way, and thankfully those adults are prolly in the minority now given how many different shifts there are for any different sorts of jobs during the day.

anyway it's nice waking up and then deciding "fuuuuuck the rest of the world I'm going back to bed". it's not that I'm rich - I sleep on an old mattress right on the ground ffs - it's that I enjoy time for what it is: not something to be spent, not something to be merited, not even something to be savoured necessarily; no, time is what time is, a horizon or not (zzz don't feel like citing the Bitcoiners they're annoying me enough as it is); so yeah, in the mornings, it's nice to just be able to go back to bad and literally hide underneath the covers from the margin calls and the new video games and the cheap actors on Twitch and having to work out and making breakfast for nobody.

it's my way of stopping and controlling Time. just sitting there and letting it flow through me, not earning money, not wasting money, not even meditating. the fact that these words are written in the present are meditation enough for me.

a reflection.

Freewrite Teal

Ah has it been  aw ehile since I've don ea free write. It will be difficult for the baddies to ever stop me from writing now, because although it's fun to have to run around like a circus monkey to try an d get me to stop writing so quickly; truly, I do it out of my own volition and sometimes I hit backspace; but I see and open doors so it clears my heart and my brain to write here and you would be lucy in the sky with diamods to get out of here alive.

Knock knock do androids knock on electric doors? It's not 2024+24 years yet so I'm not worried about the -8 function relating to the minority report. Meanwhile, it's pretty easy to complain about all the wrong things on the internet, but we are absolutely destroying any hope of getting any positronics drives up and running anytime soon if all we do is complain about things and argue about useless facts i.e. if fax is better than the paging system.

I find it fun. I find it relaxing now, to blog on the internet. I've never gotten into ANY trouble whatsoever from something I've blogged; nope, definitely not, I'm totally anonymous.

Guys; I think I have met hte enemy.

And teh is us.

Backup.

systems.

FunctiONAL.

Karma Aspiration Legacy Eyeless Ionic Deter Organelle Uun^126 Gallium Hache Superfluous Cardigan Ontology Phyllum E^mcv4

Slowin'

.... 'cause it slows y'all down.

How Much a Dollar Cost ?

Transfixed

Transfixed by

word of mouth and by

icons bygone; pixels a memory block in my

brain that I can't keep up with

thank you... thank you... I hear them, wishing I could trust them

fearful of looking too deeply in the past I take presence with them

thus evermore stuck in the present, away from Uranus' time dilation

transfixed I am; transfixed I remain; transfixed by pretty lights I become

so intense; so non-sequiturian so not so à propos

the pixels I miss clicking on aren't the spice of life

and where are those who share in my memories

if the memories I wish to bask in

are veiled by the black and silver box?

... case in point

mothafuckkin' ChatGPT almost respoiled one of my favourite novels again (careful! I might as well!) - Robot & Empire...

anyway, I won't spoil the ending for you, and thankfully I had already listened to the storyline eons ago... but here is something à propos for the times, beyond The Naked Sun.

The First Law of Robotics, as originally stated by Isaac Asimov, is:

"A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm."

I imagine the word "harm" is probably amongst one of the most hotly debated words nowadays. So many examples of "harm" can easily come to mind, but ultimately, it comes down to time pressure and time horizon for these kinds of things.

So anyway, here's what I've been listening to lately:

Go Raps Go!

AI is annoying again

Citing Aria AI and Clarity AI (I saw an ad again in my neighbourhood).

Anyway. Do feel free to access (at your own risk & péril) inline picture for why I'm triggered enough to post today:

PHOQUE TOUR AFVERTISING SYSTEM, GOOGLE.

GIVE US BACK OUR BLOGGER/BLOGSPOT GUI(L)DELINES.

Moore's Law is barely relevant ffs.

my mom's "non-gluten-laden" banana bread.