Before I met Amber I never expected to get married again. No joke, I really thought I’d just solo the rest of my life or just at most have a “life partner” that’s close but I’m not legally attached to, because it was a terrifying thought to be legally attached to pretty much anyone.

Then I met Amber, and she’s my life partner. She’s it. She’s my ride or die, and now she’s my wife.

I love you, my wife. More! ❤️

Well, the ex is at it again. So this fool of a human being has been pretty forceful of atheism around our son. Normally that’s whatever, I think we’re all pretty rigid with how we conduct ourselves in front of our kids in order to try and set a precedent. But this fool is so inconsistent, she’s so manipulative, and so conniving, that my son has taken up religion in order to troll her. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I admit that for a twelve year old he has a lot of commitment. But it’s very obvious that he’s just pursuing it because it’s a legitimate thing to use to annoy her. She obviously annoys the hell out of him with her erratic and stupid behavior, and so this is just his way of “getting revenge” and “hitting back”. It’s apparently massively effective, because this 30 year old child is “forcing” him to go to a Ghost concert. Yes, the Satanic metal band Ghost. I bet you heard my eyes roll into the back of my head as I typed that. This whole situation is absurd. My ex is absurd. Just DO DBT WORKBOOKS ALREADY, Jesus. Like you’re obviously still really fucked up and can’t conduct yourself like you fit into society, so maybe it’s time to acknowledge that you need to change? Just what an absolute clown of a human being. And to think, this 400 lb screaming borderline calls my wife fat!? Holy fucking god, lady. Look at your own scale, eh? I’m just so absolutely fucking annoyed, and mostly I’m annoyed for my son. He has to put up with this unstable and lying manipulator for the rest of his life, or at least until he’s old enough to send boundaries with her. He’s not a borderline, he’s nowhere close. Unlike his mom, he outgrew the temper tantrum phase of life. So he has some pretty intelligent observations that he’s made about his mom, and I’m pretty proud of him that he’s able to understand right and wrong and isn’t trying to delude himself about her. He flat out tells me about messed up things that she does, and basically that she contributes nothing to the hygiene of the home, and her husband doesn’t give a shit so basically the whole place is filthy. It’s funny to see how nothing has changed in all this time. She’s still lazy and entitled, same as always, and I doubt it’ll ever change.

Reddit is a solid example of CIA-style dialogue control and narrative manipulation. Not all of the “moderation” that goes on in the various corners of reddit falls into the category of “manipulation by shadowy entities”, but certainly anything that doesn’t fall into that category surely is attributed to the petty wants of whatever moderator is wading through the muck. The moderators of reddit almost universally suck, and honestly they should be replaced with Bayesian spam filters and CSAM autodetection systems at most, with an occasional janitor to prune the worst contributions. Instead, reddit consists almost entirely of wildly entitled morons just espousing whatever idiotic tripe they deem fit for mass consumption.

Not gonna lie, one of the most irritating aspects of “co-parenting” with someone diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder has to be the absolute disrespect suffered by the other parent at basically every juncture. Borderlines are incapable of respecting the other person’s time, so they’re pretty typically late with everything they promise; whether it’s dropping off or picking up. You can always count on them being late and you’re always better off just not scheduling anything on days you know they’re supposed to do some driving.

It’s my favorite day of the week once again! Truly, the freedom associated with Friday is absolutely fantastic. I’m excited to break out of here as soon as humanly possible and get my ass lodged into the couch as deep as I can go; maybe drink some beers and pop an edible prior. It’s just a great feeling knowing that I won’t be rudely awoken by a digital nag in the morning. I love it. I wish that Friday feeling could be bottled and sold- I’d be a goddamn billionaire. Don’t say fentanyl, that’s not the feeling I’m trying to express, you jaded goon! I mean actual relief that the toils and troubles foisted upon you the previous four days just melting away. That’s the feeling. That’s the essence I want to bottle and take to market. Anyone know how I might be able to do that? I guess I should think on it for a bit. Coming soon: Injectable Friday. lol.

I think Zed is now my favorite text editor overall. Can’t really explain why, as I don’t even use the goddamn AI features yet. I do intend to at some point, but I just can’t be bothered to invest the time at the moment. I’m so goddamn lazy after I get home from work. I try to make sure I do at least one productive thing a day. I don’t always live up to it, but I try to keep in mind that even on days when I’m not feeling it generally I can still just force myself to do something small to least have done something.

God dammit. I’ve been off work for four days and I really would prefer to have another four days off rather than return! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I guess I had better start paying idiot tax if I ever expect to skip work for prolonged periods while also avoiding symptoms of joblessness.

Sidebar: I’m very tired of ads. I’m running pihole at home, and I install youtube adblock on pretty much everything with a screen. Yet I still am subjected to ads care of Apple’s restrictive nonsense not allowing me to bypass ads on AppleTV. Irritating. Massively fucking irritating. I don’t care about ads, they’re a waste of economic effort, because anyone using ads to promote a product is likely hucking absolute shit. Advertisers: Go fuck yourselves, you’re social parasites and I hope you all die slowly of stage five cancers.

I’ve been spinning my wheels on this goddamn blog for years now. Basically since it began, if we’re being honest about it. I need to figure out what the hell I want to do with it.