Censorship

 C'est une guerre de censure, par contre.

AI is here to stay, biznatches.

Still waiting on Bigwigs version 2.4

Encouraging gaming

Non-exhaustive list of (more than?) decent games I've played this decade (and a comment in the brackets):

• Heroes of the Storm (better than LoL, finally)
• Diablo 3 (used to be P2W - still sort of is, not really)
• Path of Exile (incredibly challenging, rewarding, and addicting)
• Genshin Impact (for being more dangerous for my wallet than Overwatch)
• Overwatch 1 (for being the FPS I always wanted)
• Overwatch 2 (for being a decent, but underdelivered sequel)
• The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (for driving me to cook well)
• Into the Breach (for being one of the select few games available to play on the NS touch screen)
• Pokémon Let's Go: Pikachu (for not necessarily being a Tencent game)
• Pokémon Unite (for hours of endless distraction during a pandemic)
• Super Smash Bros. Ultimate (still mostly playing Roy & Samus - Meta Knight, not so much)
• Mario Kart 8 Deluxe (for giving me the chance to try different controller schemes)
• V Rising (only reason I don't play it more is I HATE base building alone)
• Last Epoch (for FINALLY competing with Path of Exile)
• Tetris 99 (therapeutic music)
• FTL: Faster Than Light (incredible music - credit to Ben Prunty for spurring me to pirate his sheet music)
• Gris (again, terrific music, but I can't seem to finish this one...)
• Counter-Strike: Source (I mean, this one is in my top 3 FPS of all times)
• Dead Cells (for reminding me of Leibniz)
• Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (currently playing through ME:2; so far, not as good... but I'm stuck in a nightclub of sorts)
• Hogwarts: Legacy (for having a very proper tutorial)
  
• Starcraft (honestly the longest-played game I play fairly regularly)
• Balatro (for being easier to setup than a deck of cards)
• Slay the Spire (card-based, roguelike)
• Celeste (better than 90% of current action platformers)
• Black Desert Online (for a classic korean MMO experience)
• Fallout: 76 (hard to quantify: only played about an hour on the cloud)
  
• Destiny 2 (hard to qualify: only played about an hour on the cloud)

Discouraging medicine

Y'know... positive psychology is cool and all, but using it to discourage people from buying medicine to (eventually?) increase sales next quarter is not positive in my eyes.

Focus, yoou see what I'm saying? Next person that tells me to do something I don't wanna do gets stabbed in the throat - just like mine was shot on Davenport.

Seriously man, every time I go out now, all I notice are the ugly fucking giant noisy machines that literally serve no purpose. They don't. They make you go faster if you're in them, and even that is easily falsiable (I know it's not a word I don't give a flying fuck this is clearly going to be another angry freewrite rant so it's best if you stop reading now if you get triggered easily).

I'm trying yet another writing technique: writing, freewriting with my eyes closed. It's fairly easy, and in fact it makes the technique far more stable because by th etime I finish writing this sentence, I will no longer want to go back and edit it, and so we get to the crux of the matter: I have deformed the use of the word "freedom" for personal gain, which by the way, is the ultimate admission that follows: I sometimes do go back an edit my freewrites - BUT BARELY.

ChatGPT boycott attempt #2: I think I lasted 24 hours at least this wek, without consulting that website.

Of course, given the fact that I am still suffering from gaping wounds (and i don't use the word suffer lightly usually, but here I probably am).

Fuck. What. Cars. Impact. On. People.

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Oh, and discouraging people from buying weed by fucking with websites à-là Groupon and Shopify is understandable given the SEO wars of previous decades, but I'm hopeful in the future that I won't need to constantly enter promo codes to get the best deal when buying... what I need to buy.

Yep; now, I'm guaranteed to pass because 50% = 100%.

*Sigh* As a former U of T - St. George student, I suppose I should cite the fact that I watched the first episode of season 4 (yes, probably not season, but it is the 4th doctor, I presume?) and it wasn't a dalek. Actually, I've only seen part one - so spoilerwatch in effect - but no one gives a shit about this place inmyhead (except for me, and maybe my ex Ma), but I don't think I remembered to share this place with her, so I'll just keep washing the shirts I bought with her and pray she's doin' alright - if she's Goin' to California.

Negative, negatively charging up

The struggle to remain positive continues.

Some forces would have you believe that being cool & negative is a good way of living. The scary part is not that people consider such behaviour a healthy, normal way to live: the scary part is that it's addictive - not quite to the level of plastic nicotine cigarettes, but pretty close to benzene regardless.

As you can see, I've already sunken into some negativerb wording, which is not by design but perhaps a reflection of the fact that I'm listening to Rage Against the Machine. The fact that my words (whether this blog or my infamous lengthy e-mails) have seemingly driven every single reader away from this place vehemently spurs me to continue to write on a daily basis.

I am not sorry. This place is, first and foremost, for me, not necessarily for you.

However. This should not stop you from freewriting (in the comments). I might come back to this post in the future and do the very same, because honestly a blog without feedback comments is DEPRESSIVE AS HELL.

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I had a (thankfully!) minor bike accident yesterday. There's this curb-asphalt thing on a sidewalk that I used to ride on all the time to get to work on the industrial side of town, and I took it too sharply and wiped out on the gravel. Ugh. I blame my confusion because of my precarious centre of mass, my poorly maintained KHS bike, and of course I blame Winona "Rd". I also blame Oakwood/Eglinton, for NOT having a pedestrian crossing on the east side. I could blame the city truck double-parked in MY bike lane, but then I'd have to blame all the carbrained folk who did not give me my 2m of space (but who can blame them, with all these goddamn motorized vehicles parked in the street like trophies of wasteful capitalism). Oh, and almost getting clipped by a TTC bus was the cherry on top of my dangerous escapade yesterday morning rush hour.

Yep, I'm a biker through and through. Once my palm heals, I'll be a little more careful riding my red road bike, as usual.

Thinking of getting a commuter e-bike with hydraulic brakes, which still means I would be a biker, but a biker who can go quite a bit farther with a little help from H2O (technically).

Till tomorrow,

KaLeIdOuGhScOpE(s?)