Gum on the woolsock

Gum there was on the sock. Gum I took out of the sock, piece by piece; it gummed up my fingernail. Ke$ha playing on the radio; I gum up in silence.

Whilst reading up on the Canadian Copyright Act,

I came across this beauty, after reading some of the glossary terms like perceptual disability:

Oh and before I show you it, Google needs access to my cookies (?!) to allow me to upload to my personal blog for some reason?

Instead here's a screenshot of what I'm trying to show you, taken by my OnePlus 11 (this for future me to remember my current phone era):

Sonomotory

A nonsensical title for a sure-to-be confusing topic for most.

Little incredible things here and there that amaze me; such as follows is one (and I'm sure one day the last line will be considered "proper" grammer; somehow).

The BE CAREFUL voices continue, and are they ever annoying. As if I would self-censor to write on here.

All I'm getting at, and that's not all, is that I did something incredible in my music library this afternoon, whilst distracting myself from the strangers being paid to build shit in my parentals' yard.

I found - and paused - a direct splice.

Not just a -FC, but an -EC that turned into a pause that turned into the Front Cut of one of my top three fave trance songs of all time: Alphazone, with the original mix called Flashback.

The End Cut was from an artist called Sigm- something (Sigmoid?), and now all I think about is Overwatch 2's latest patch which, so far, has not been terribly received - nor by me, nor by the 1 or 2 content creators in that space that I regularly watch videos of.

One of them queues in mystery heroes (or rather, has at least one in their lifetime; I'm pretty sure my memory is good enough for that tidbit of souvenirs (which by the way, I think are a bit over the top on the MTX but considering the state of the industry currently I'll let it slide)).

The other is me, and while I watch "videos" of myself, I hardly add any .avi or whatever files to the internet because I've been burned one too many times by websites that go out of business. I'm keeping that last sentence as-is too, because I don't think it's right to treat the internet like a dumping ground for terrible business plans.

And here I am, a hypocrite on Blogger.

Well technically not really a business at all, since I haven't made a dime nor have I advertised anything other than... well... sometimes not the worst music in the world. So actually not a business; still a venting ground.

Took it ez

ChatGPT consulted for this one.

Whoa. I asked it to make me a plan for a good friday night at home, and it seriously impressed me.

In fact the only reason I'm blogging high at the moment is because it was recommended I do so by the AI. That's actually pretty cool.

So yeah, I'm relaxing and taking it easy.