“Jada, lova ya, G. I. Jane 2. Can’t wait to see it.”

• Chris Rock (pre-cancellation)

“Rejection sensitivity” is the stated cause of people with borderline personality disorder being incapable of accepting criticism of any sort. In effect, they’re reduced to the emotional capacity of toddlers. This means that any interaction involving any sentiment that could be perceived as or construed as negative will likely evoke a strong negative emotional response from those with BPD.

The amount of time and effort I’ve invested in my home network, home entertainment, and computer equipment; It’s getting harder and harder to leave my safe little cocoon. I’ve put together a rock solid home network setup that rivals commercial deployments, thanks to Ubiquiti. The TV’s in the house are also all decent sized. The living room TV is no longer paired with the tinny, little awful speakers installed in the unit itself. Instead we get TV audio through SPDIF, fed from a Topping DX3 Pro+ into a Schit Vidar and pair of reference Klipsch speakers. My M1 Mac Mini pushes video to any screen via plex, connected to a 12TB powerhouse of an external drive. I have multiple raspberry pi devices connected, performing various tasks through the house as needed. There are two smart vacuums keeping the floors as pretty as possible. The house is fully nested. It’s smart. It’s comfortable. If anything, it makes leaving the house more difficult than it should be.

I’ve felt the need to write something, to simply say something, but I’ve written and re-written a few posts already. It seems like I can’t find words that fit what I feel. I guess I really haven’t sat down and unraveled the mystery of exactly what it is that I’m feeling. That might be the reason it feels like everything I’ve sat down to write doesn’t fit what I want to express. I might not really know what I need to express right now.

Holy shit I’ve been busy lately. Haven’t had a lot of time to catch up with you fuckers. So how’ve you been? What’s new? Everything good? Yeah, I don’t fucking know. Everything is crazy. It looks like we’re exiting “pandemic” status and starting a new era of “Coronavirus is here to stay”. Plus we’re about to see the largest economic bubble explode, rendering everyone much poorer. Oh, and don’t forget Vladamir Putin annexing Ukraine and igniting world war three. Good times. Good times, indeed. I dunno about you, but I’ve been distracting myself with spending time with loved ones, beer, and copious amounts of weed.

Kanye West has lost his goddamn mind. He really thinks Pete Davidson wants to be his kids’ new daddy? Fucking really? This guy has absolutely gone off the deep end. He has absolutely lost his mind. Kanye must have zero experience with divorce. Not only that, but this dumb motherfucker is blaming Pete for wooing Kim when the only person who fucked Kanye over was Kanye. Dumb son of a bitch couldn’t keep Kim happy and is blaming everyone BUT HIMSELF for the situation. GROW UP, KANYE. You whiny little millionaire bitch. No one feels bad for you. Everyone wants you to shut the fuck up and grow a pair of testicles. Holy freaking crap it’s annoying. And I’ll say the exact same shit to any man going through a divorce who was the sole reason they’re going through said divorce, because they need to hear it. Otherwise they’re just going to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. Kanye is going to repeat the same mistakes over and over again because he’s paying his friend circle to kiss his ass, he’s not paying them to be real with him.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Yeah, this is all you get for now. New Years wishes. That’s it. Now take your fucking ball and go home.

Brace yourselves for more stream-of-consciousness writing, because god dammit that’s the rabbit hole we’re going to continue going down.

I know I keep saying that one of these days I’m going to write a well thought out piece about something technical in order to contribute to society in some meaningful way, but I think that’s going to have to sit on the backburner until I can get over a few humps at work. Mainly, I’ve been on a large project for a long time now and I need it to be over. I need to get this insane volume of work complete before I can sit down and organize something worthwhile for you guys to read.

Words are not violence. I don’t care how hard you cry about words or how much you believe the words hurt you, words are not capable of inflicting physical damage upon a person. To that end, I have to say that I don’t support the war on words.

Dave Chappelle is a great example of society’s “War on Words”.

“They canceled JK Rowling – my God. Effectually she said gender was fact, the trans community got mad as shit, they started calling her a Terf … I’m team Terf,”