I’ve hardly even woken up and everything is already all my fault. People are yah'ing me, then blocking me, but also telling to slow down, and eventually everything just gets blocked and nobody knows what to do. I’ve already done done done the newsletter so it’s obvious. The world had already frontrun the frontrun, there’s nowhere else left for it to go. And so I get blamed for the thing that’s being done to me. It’s so unbelievably obvious that it’s almost comical. But it’s not actually very funny. Having your life stolen from you really isn’t funny. It’s slavery at best and ultimately it’s slow murder, and slow murder is still murder. There are no more words to explain it at this point.
I haven’t been able to finish the reusable deploy workflow feature on the main website. The world keeps blocking me everytime I attempt to make any progress. It’s strange to explain, but that’s what happens. In between gangs of harrassers turning up just as I get started, and the daily rainy season rain, there’s just hardly any way to make progress.
It just feels like it’s going to be another day of stoped starts, blocked progress, escallations, peace turned into war, giving turned into stealing, and ultimately I’ll get mutilated in some way. No one will be happy with anything, then I’ll get blamed for the unhappiness too.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, a crack on the head for asking, a crack on the head for not asking. Oh look we’re in the neverending fractal of doom again. Learn, learn, learn, obey, obey, obey. Hey world how about you take some of your own medicine? Be happy with something! Anything! #