I think I really like this editor, it’s quite nice, though it’s crazy irritating that I can’t figure out how to disable autocomplete fully for markdown files. It’ll stop sending “AI” requests when I tell it to, but the baseline word prediction for markdown files is just honestly moronic at best, and it should be something you should be able to disable if you get annoyed easily seeing stupid words with no relation popping up every time you fucking type.

It sounds like we have a fun weekend in Chicago planned. We’re going to hit the natural history museum and Shedd aquarium, which are both awesome places to visit when you’re in the city. It’ll be exciting to do those things and visit the kids, hopefully they’re able to peel off from work to do some of these things with us. Chicago is always a good time.

I’ve been having to get up every day at five in the morning, though. It’s been pretty goddamn rough if I’m being honest, and I know what’s going to end up happening this weekend. I’m inevitably going to be wide awake at 7am at the latest every day, and that’s probably going to annoy everyone in our group. But I can’t fucking help it, this is what I’ve been having to do. I can’t change when I feel dead ass tired or how early I wake up because I’ve been basically trained to this schedule- and it runs deep now. There’s very little variation on the theme, so it’s been so concretely reinforced that I can’t do a goddamn thing to influence it. I can even sleep through redbull at this point if it’s late enough. I think it would take a lot to disrupt my schedule currently.

The three day weekend was quite nice. I feel more rested, more recharged, more capable of dealing with the onslaught of crap I wouldn’t be bothered with if I wasn’t getting paid. Just read my “instadose” and I think it could be defective. I haven’t read data from it since I got it many months ago and it reported exposures of “zero”. That doesn’t seem right given that background x-rays are non-zero. Dunno. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s fine. But this is the sort of tedious shit that occupies most of my days.

I am tired as hell. Not gonna lie. There’s always so much going on, and yet, sometimes it feels like there’s nothing going on. What a weird mix.

Thank God for the three day weekend. Man, I needed this. Work has been soul-sucking lately. Dealing with the psycho ex has been soul-sucking as well. There have been a lot of things that have been soul-sucking and I’m just grateful for the reprieve offered by the extra day off.

I definitely needed the time to rest and recharge my batteries.

We just finished watching every epside of Eastbound & Down and I have to say that is some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen. Other than that, I’ve been dicking around on Supernets. When I’m not dicking around on Supernets I’m probably doing something around the house. Being a homeowner is wild, honestly. It’s a pain in the ass, but it’s also a pain in the ass that benefits you to keep up and upgrade. You get equity when you own your home, which is real cash value in the property that you live. It’s kinda cool, honestly.

Work seems like a mess right now, and not just for me. Everyone is having an interesting time. It seems like the only profession not being invaded mercilessly by OpenAI are professions where crude labor are employed. No real thought involved, or at least not much, just mostly physical action. Whatever physical action hasn’t been replaced by machines or robots. The ways in which it’s impacting me aren’t substantial yet, but I’m sure that’s heading our way rather quickly, for better or worse.

It’s been a minute since I’ve made an update. Figured I’d take a whack at it and see if I can still bang out text blurbs nobody reads.

Home ownership is a lot. It really is a lot. You have to make sure every appliance is working, because any appliance failure could cost you more than the amount to replace the appliance itself. For example, dish washers and other washing machines can leak, which will fuck up your walls and floors. You can’t have a moldy frame in your house, that shit is dangerous. If the subfloor rots, you can fall in.

Having to put a pause on this blog is honestly kind of a pain in the ass. It bothers me to not be able to express thoughts or ideas or feelings. It feels like an undue censorship that causes me some amount of distress. But, in all honesty, I get it. There are unhinged people who probably might stumble upon it, read it, and fly into insane rages from what is written. I can’t help “Borderline Rage”, it’s not my cross to bear. The fact that reality is just triggering for certain people isn’t something I can control. Nor is it anyone’s issue to control but the person afflicted. I’m putting a pause on it for my kid. He doesn’t need undue stress put upon him by people who have an axe to grind with me. I don’t do that to my kids, even if their other parent can never sink too low.