As I learn more about how to use Go HTML Templates, Hugo, goldenmark, and the other underpinning technologies of this particular brand of static site generation, I find myself refining the overlaid structure while running out of actual material to feed to this thing. It’s starting to get to the point where I have to dig into really old subject matter that bothered me a lot years ago, rather than things that pertain to the here and now. It’s actually pretty annoying, but I get it. Like some sort of perverse nerd-flavored writer’s block.

Well, this is interesting. I’m currently writing this post on my phone. The git repository I’m writing it into is currently tucked away neatly into Termux.apk, and it’s a full and working blog development environment including Hugo right on my phone itself. If I had a good stand and a keyboard to use this wouldn’t be a bad setup.

I can also take photos and post them up directly as well. This is cool. About to see how a command line commit with git goes. Wish me luck.

Man, I’m really tired. I think a part of it is the lingering notion that it might be time for me to step out of my comfort zone and start exploring programming in a serious way, either by learning javascript or python, and maybe trying to do something career-wise with it. I dunno. I’ve heard, and seen, that javascript is a complete fucking mess. Python is pretty awesome, but I’ve just never spent any significant amount of time messing with it.

It’s true, God is dead. He was absolutely fucking slaughtered by rational inquiry. That’s okay. I bet it happens to nearly every species that attains sentience. Surely we can’t be alone in experiencing this, the universe is far too large for that to be the case.

I suppose the most important take-away here is that God never existed in the first place, at least not as an omnipotent sky-wizard. He existed as a literary figure that helped us to explain why we’re here and the world around us. There really is no purpose to him anymore, so it’s time we retired this “God” person, as the people who still cling to his existence are destroying society and- honestly -they’re destroying the planet as well. So that’s that, we can wrap it up now. God is dead, and he ain’t coming back. No “return of Jesus”. Do not pass “go”. Do not collect $200. God is dead.

Seems like it happens every time. It happened the last time I set up Wordpress. The ease of posting to my blog seems to generate an inverse relationship with my post frequency. I’ll post a ton at first, and then my posts taper down to nothing, sometimes going whole months without even so much as a dead man’s switch. It’s alright, though. Honestly, the times through the day that I feel most compelled to write are when I’m bored. That usually is at work, but it hasn’t been lately, to be honest. Lately I’ve been finding things to do that are work related if I’m bored, which I guess is a good thing. I dunno. We’ll see how long it lasts, though.

I had planned to write a different post, but honestly- This is what I really wanted to do with a post. I’m going to expose religious zealots for what they are. Rapists.

Bishop Accountability
ProPublica: Credibly Accused
Sexual Harassment Went Unchecked at Christianity Today
Houston Chronicle: Abuse of Faith

If you’re against abortion I want you to ask yourself, “am I so against abortion that I’m okay with my child being forced to birth a rape baby by her rapist?” If the answer is “yes”, you’re trash, and I hope you never make peace with or reconcile that.

The Justin Bieber-wannabe weakly rapping in the above video is none other than Andrew Lee. He’s your usual privileged piece of shit who runs around spreading whatever money he has to shit on things other people love just to destroy them.

Went out drinking with work friends the other night. Completely made an ass of myself and threw up in a beer glass. Well, mostly. The portions that didn’t make it into the beer glass made it on my pants, then the floor. Damn. I’m too fucking old. I used to be able to hang, but it seems like old age is finally ripping into me. That shit goes deep, too. Down to the bones, so it seems.