I think my “no clothes dryer in 2026” experiment is coming to an end. I’ve now cycled through most of my clothing. Everything is stiff and shapeless from hanging to dry. All of my sweaters have become weird, bally, and stretched out. I look like hell! If I’m not looking my best, I’m not feeling my best. Also, Mr. K flew into a rage this morning because his towel was scratchy and stiff. He has a towel and washcloth OCD that is off-the-charts.

Nobody is around today, and I’m all caught up. I’m playing with ChatGPT and generating images for my next video. I’m very busy!

Miss Amy still exists! Also I’ve adopted a Romania baby. More pics below.

We don’t drink

As I get older and observe all the nitwits around me blowing money on foolishness, I more and more feel this meme down to my very bones.

Are you working on a project about Mughal Emperors? Me neither.

I’m watching a webinar about how to best maximize your estate to leave to heirs. Pft! None of y’all are getting any of my kerbillions. I plan to spend it all on hookers, booze, and craft supplies.

Ugh! The woman across the hall from me at Nappy Knolls is Asian. And very nice! But she cooks the stankiest food imaginable. Like rotting cajun fish with a dash of manure. And then when her apartment fills up with smoke from all of this, she opens her door, letting all that smoke and stank fill up the hallway. Why doesn’t she instead open a window to the outside like a normal person? Why do I and all her other neighbors have to share her smokey fish-shit smells? I know it’s probably a cultural thing and she is likely nose-blind to it. Perhaps she feels the same sense of disgust when I cook chocolate chip cookies or garlic bread? But I never open my door and let my smells flood into the hallway. I would absolutely never think to do that.

I have another neighbor – a bit further away – who is constantly cooking boiled cabbage. Which is also a fun scent cloud to walk through in the hallway. But she never opens her door. It just bleeds out from her apartment. Meanwhile, I am heating wax melts around the clock to keep my apartment smelling like a fresh spring morning. Humans disappoint me.

When radios were first mass produced in the 1920s they cost the equivalent of $2700. Wow!

I’m still in love with this glow-in-the-dark* dragon egg. Hoarders.

*It doesn’t really glow much. But I still think it’s fun.

Ok hear me out. I know this sounds weird. This winter I have been having issues with dry eyelids. Not dry eyes. Dry **eyelids**. You can’t put lotion on your eyelids. Trust me, I tried. It’s like getting soap in your eye. I had the whacky idea to apply lip balm to my eyelids and what? Instant relief! I’m all about it now. So if you see me on a street corner applying chapstick to my eyelids, take your judgy looks elsewhere! Also cut to me with shiny vanilla scented eyelids now. Get into it!

I discovered today that China Mieville’s scifi masterpiece The City and The City was made into a series on Prime. Whoah! I watched the first episode, it’s quite interesting how they filmed and juggled the conceit of the novel. There are two rival cities which occupy the same geographic space and coexist by not seeing or acknowledging one another in any way. It’s a bit hard to describe, so I’ll direct you to read the “setting” section at the Wikipedia about the book. It explains it better than I can. The book rocked my world and is highly recommended. I’m adding the tv series to my treadmill list.

Hump day fantasy

I slept like a corpse last night for nine hours. Lort, I needed it! I splurged and turned up the heat one degree in the bedroom and that helped. Cooked! I’m feeling revived. Brand new me! There was a facilities presentation yesterday about ongoing construction impacting the Brown Bakery area. Not only are they tearing out the highway to downtown, but they are also changing the main road to my building to one-way (going the wrong way) for like two years while they re-map all the downtown roads. I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to get to my office. The only thing I can think of is swinging around to the east side of the city and then taking local neighborhood roads across town. And note that there are three large hospital complexes and two university campuses near my building employing like 50,000 people, so everyone else on planet earth will have the same daily fight. I’m sure the traffic will get even more dreamy than it already is.

Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Because I’m a gourmet chef, I mixed Stouffer’s beef stroganoff with a handful of frozen broccoli and wow! It was delish. I’ll do it again. No shame!

Does Big Fatty know I got a new green jacket?

The only thing worse than woke straight people trying to explain gayness to me is when it’s self hating gays. Heh!

Pooping every five minutes for five hours makes me late.

Didn’t sleep a wink. Hiving off the charts. Plus the tummy is in an unhappy place due to my own damn fault. Glass shards! It ain’t gonna be a fun day. But the roads are dry. So that’s a blessing. I hope I don’t poop my pants on the highway. Oops!

I also abandoned the puzzle trays. Womp womp! I’ve discovered that if I can’t see the pieces and they are neatly stored on stacked trays, I don’t bother working the puzzle. I think I need to see every piece to trigger the pattern recognition spark in my brain. This puzzle has been sitting here quietly for weeks with maybe a piece or two per day getting done. That’s abnormal and must be the trays.

Why hasn’t anyone had the whacky idea to dump the files into an Ai and ask the Ai to do some summary analysis? I mean, if ChatGPT can write War and Peace in five seconds, why can’t it digest and spit out 6 million pages of legal papers?

I was watching a webinar today about Ai changes in Excel, and wow! You can now write formulas with embedded Ai prompts that are a game changer. For example shit like this – COPILOT(“Extract the fund numbers from this list of information where a fund number always begins with a 9 and trim to 5 digits and place the result in column C”, RANGE). Mind blowing. I need to play with it more. I do a lot of this type of analysis manually now, and efficiency is my kink.

I guess they do indeed like me! Four hour interview has been scheduled. Four hours? Ugh! Can I hold up the charm offensive for that long? We’ll see. Lort Have Mercy!

Wow! I got an alert from YouTube congratulating me on hitting fifty subscribers. Excitement!

I haven’t heard a peep from the Local Bakery folks about a follow-up interview. I assume that’s bad news. I looked at my profile / activity at their portal online, and there are no updates. They told me that the process would be wrapped up by the end of February. Mr. K thinks I’m hiving off the charts, and that they will get back to me soon. Meh? I’m gainfully employed at a job I enjoy, with people I like, where I’m paid a kerbillion dollars a year. I cannot complain too much. I know I’m the prize with skills that would blow the roof off that joint, and would be a transformative hire. If they don’t like me, that is their loss.