Worldo is still exponangry.
Escallation notes from yesterday:
- My finger got mutilated in 2 places, it’s slightly infected
- A young woman at the shop cafe, following a particularly difficult coding session, randomly said to me ‘you won’ for no obvious reason as she was leaving. The entire lunch time and in fact hour leading up to it had been completely full of teenage school girls yapping away. So much so that it often seemed that they had reached some as to yet unknown level of consciousness not associated with regular cognition. I’m serious. It was more like a flock of sea gulls squawking at each other. There’s no way they could even hear each other. But the odd thing was that once again the place filled up with all young women. There was one other bloke, wearing a red hoody. It was such an odd atmosphere, all the young women were completely quiet. Coding was very difficult. It was like my every move was in some way being counter acted. I coded in several bugs inadvertently, then when I attempted to review the code, the hive mind of women got really angry anytime I got near to or found a bug. Super frigging strange. Anyway when she said 'you won', I sarcastically said, ‘yeah like being at your own funeral’ because it felt a bit like what I imagine it might feel like to be at your own funeral. Well now I’m back at the internet place pushing the code I wrote to the remote and guess what the past 20 minutes there was a monk singing on a loud speaker coming from somewhere. At least it sounds like a monk. It sounded just like the chanting that was at a funeral last week at one of the cafes. Today though, there is no sign of a funeral anywhere. Weird.
A bunch of maliciousish help, helping while blocking, being kind while anger goading while being exponangry. Gifts of things that are only useful if I spend money, sucking my blood while blaming me for it, win win win win winning while pretending to lose lose lose lose lose, while pretending that I’m win win win win winning, when clearly all I’m doing is continuously loosing, and then blamming everything on me and mutilating me, and then being unhappy and blaming that on me too.
Whatever worldo, you be you.
Another day.
A small bit of code to merge today, it would have been a lot more had worldo not been block block block block blocking me.
Another worldo total reality inversion fractal apocalypse. #