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!

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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