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.

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.