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.