Cat.

The facial expressions and the constant noises. It’s like a food dish with too much salt, doesn’t matter what the other flavor is once you decide you can’t stand the overpowering vibe of the thing.

Packaging should be made to be reusable. Glass jars must have easily removable labels, plastic wrap would only be allowed for sterile equipment, otherwise you have to use paper and other biodegradable materials. Branding would have to be completely removable too. Basically, packaging would remain a product of the state, and would be completely controlled. Corporations would have to pay packaging tax to subsidize control of this.

I work for an AI company that’s dying out. We’re trying to charge companies $30k a year and upwards for basically chatgpt plus a few shoddily built integrations. You can build the same things we’re doing with Zapier, at around $35 a month. The management are baffled as to why we’re not closing any of our deals, and it’s SO obvious to me - we’re too fucking expensive and there’s nothing unique with our service.

Any public service over $1m revenue needs to offer a childfree version.

Pretty sure I have undiagnosed IBS. Occasionally when my turds are overly firm, usually after a pizza or pasta night, I get a sharp shooting pain right up the butthole. It’s momentary, but it’s the only thing I can confidently call a 10/10 pain. In those split seconds it’s blinding.

Foraging. Don’t eat random shit from the wild without IDing it (intelligently, not just with AI apps), but also don’t listen to the scary stories and harsh warnings. Dying by plant (or mushroom) poisoning is very rare, most bad eats will give you the trots and you’ll be fine a day later. It’s easy to find good foods without stress, and while a professional guide can help, there are SO many books that have virtually the same info. Start with local, easy foods like leafy greens, nibble small amounts and wait 24 hours, and you’ll start seeing how simple and attainable forging is.

Throw wildflower seeds (non invasive) over onto his perfectly manicured yard.

Another one is a long con: befriend crows, get them to come to your friend’s house to feed. The neighbor will likely sho them away which will aggravate them. Crows hold grudges for a REALLY long time and only shit where they don’t eat, aka his yard.

On the flip side, the ukulele community is so open and friendly, helped me stick with a hobby I sucked at to begin with, and now I’ve released actual music!

Don’t get paid in promises.

Cotopaxi

Amazing!

Fast and the Furious.

Funny story, usually when you go to delete a Kindle book it’s asks like “are u sure?” But for this book it was like my kindle couldn’t free itself quick enough. No warning, just like “oh thank god, I’ve been waiting for this”

Is this the Britney/Kristen Stewart mashup I need?

I’ve been keeping my mind busy, learning actionable skills and survival stuff. I am learning foraging, growing food, I’ve made a real decision to not reserve my happiness for retirement, as that day isn’t guaranteed but today is. I convert the worry into little reminders about how today is the most important time to do the thing. I live immediacy and radical self reliance. I recycle, upcycle, reuse, buy second hand, adopt, occasionally dumpster dive, and reduce my negative impact on the planet. I donate to charities that help people in crisis, so more people can enjoy today while they have it. Also, instead of anxious, I get high.

That was a great read!

After working overseas, I went travelling. I tried to book in at a popular hostel but it was booked up, and the second best one only had co-ed dorms. Booked into one of those and the dude in the room greeted me with “THIS ROOM IS FULL, MY FRIENDS ARE IN THOSE BUNKS, SORRY”. I went back to the desk to check and they told me two people left that morning. I went back and told him “your friends left you, I’m your friend now”. Later I bought beers and offered him one. We played cards. We eventually kissed a bit. I went home to the UK.

6 months later I saw a ridiculously cheap flight and booked it. Told him, and wasn’t sure he’d come meet me at the airport, but he was waiting at the bottom of the escalator. We spent two weeks together and it was magical. I flew home again and decided to return in the summer. For the next two years I flew back and forth until eventually we moved in. Six years later we married in the park where we took our first walk together. We posed for photos in the dorm where we met. This year we got tattoos, both with a little symbol to represent the room number.

I’d travel the world 600 times over to find him if I had to. At our wedding I talked about how saying yes to opportunities led me to him, and I still believe strongly in the power of yes. I love him so much.

Melon pees in the bath, Snuggles licks plastic bags, and Franny has chronic snot rockets. I love them all endlessly.