There really isn’t anything worse than traveling for work and not having access to any of the resources you require to complete the task. I’m here because I need to earn a living to support myself and my family, and my time is precious to me. So wasting it an dragging out the time I’m apart from my family isn’t a great way to curry favor with me. It’s going to view your organization as the joke that it is.

How annoying. I hate it when people treat your time as though it has no value. We’re all on this rock for essentially the blink of an eye and I’ve already lost a third of existence to sleep. Then mankind had to go and invent something stupid like the economy, so now I get to dedicate another third of my life to making someone else money. Awesome. So I’m 66% down and you want to waste my time even further? No thanks, man. Hard pass on that. At least I’m still getting paid, but I guess the part that burns isn’t the money, it’s the respect. Show me respect by not wasting my time, eh?

I finally know what it’s like. All those things people say about what it means to really be in love, how people lord over it as a concept and put these really tight constraints on what it means to be in love- I get it. I can see why people would gatekeep a feeling like this. It feels like a crime to dilute it and allow lesser emotions any stage presence. It makes sense, finally.

I think working on my blog is a damned neat hobby. The result looks like a well-oiled machine even though I don’t know how to make a well-oiled machine. It’s just super cool. I just wrote my last post detailing how I automatically generate webp thumbnails for every markdown image I use in blog posts. Not gonna lie- Hugo is fucking amazing. It’s blazing fast, easy to understand, relatively few bugs, and does exactly what you expect it to (within the confines of expecting Go Html Template).

Here, have a couple memes.

BEHOLD, FUCKING MEMES.

God damn, this thing is really flexible. Just added a layouts/shortcodes/gallery.html and slapped a little Go Html Template and some lightbox.js and whatever, and bing-o bang-o boom; motherfucker is an autogallery. BOOYAH, BITCH.

Cool as fuck.

Of course there’s a little more to it than that. Gotta do some page bundling as well, which is easy enough. Just run your hugo new post/2022-01-01-Title/index.md and dump your images into content/post/2022-01-01-Title/img.

I’m sure churning the posts out, boy howdy. Treating this sumbitch like Facebook. Except this is way better than Facebook. I’m the master here, no one else. Nobody else gets to determine what I am and am not allowed to post here except for me. It’s very empowering and feels pretty awesome, and as long as you practice rational operational security you’re golden- Even if you piss off half the internet.

I’ve always felt as though I’m worth more than present day economics. I think we all feel that way at some point in our lives. I also feel as though most of us average folk are better than the lot we’ve been cast with this “work to make others rich” bullshit we’re forced to endure at present. Even small business owners are sadder slaves than the office drones. At least the office drone has one boss, maybe two or three. Every small business owner has multiple supervisors in the form of customers. Man, the customer is always a prick. Even if you’re doing the customer an enormous favor, it doesn’t matter. He’s going to try and get that favor completely free of charge, despite the fact that it doesn’t benefit you to do that work for free.

I enjoy marijuana quite a bit. I love dry flower. I love concentrates. I love edibles. I use it to help me sleep, and it helps me sleep far better than anything else I’ve ever tried. I remember the bad old Ambien days. That stuff is probably just about the worst thing to happen to sleep since insomnia. The remedy is almost as bad as the malady. You can do anything on Ambien. The only problem is that you likely aren’t in the right frame of mind and you’re damn near guaranteed to remember next to nothing about why you woke up where you did or how you got there. It’s interesting, to say the least.