The happy place

This here is the space into which I put some of the thoughts which have been gathering inside my head. Mostly mundane stuff as I am not that original

I’m having it nice, Mark my words!

I’ve been tampering with front end and the react and the so called DOM. This is an acquired taste (I think) I have yet to acquire.

I’ve put the Wolf book down as she (the she Wolf protagonist) is in a bad place and it’s rather slowly paced book, and I am impatient so it’s not been working out. Maybe I’ll read another few chapters in another few months.

Instead I am reading the black jewels trilogy, all three in one volume. By Anne bishop. This was a gift from my sister from before (many years ago) when we liked each other.

That’s a great world populated by handsome devil men named like Saetan SaDiablo, with black nail polish, long black hair, muscular bodies, wings, magic crystals and “obedience rings” around their dicks?!! Also some intra world travelling and prophecies and stuff like that; Quite strange but in a good way. I can recommend it to anyone who is interested in any of the above.

Ok the hamburgers I ordered ten minutes ago are ready so i cant write more now.

I’ve done nothing worth writing about. also I haven’t been inspired lately, but that is just the natural ebb and flow of things.

Let’s see. I have been around and seen some interesting stuff: One guy with a bad smell to him who never seemed to change clothes, another one who lined up all of his diabetes syringes on the table when we were gonna install some stuff. Yet Another guy, a big shot, who loved working 60 hour weeks. All of these people I’ve crossed paths with and thank the gods I shall never see again, in all likelihood.

Furthermore

Some really idiot forklift drivers I’ve not run into but they’ve run into people and stuff; one ran into this other guy, he said that it was lucky the dude was so fat, because then he just bounced off more or less unharmed. He said it was because he didn’t have any breaks on it and I told him to take the forklift to the workshop but it was the last free one so he didn’t, cause then he’d have to walk his shift instead of driving. Another idiot nearly ran over my foot, but due to cat like reflexes I pulled foot up, shoe bent like a taco shell.

Yet another idiot almost tipped 600kg of some stuff off a pallet over the foreman’s head, but managed due to cat like reflexes change fork direction last second

. That idiot was me.

He the foreman was an excel wizard and also Linux freak who loved SuSE.

So see here how interesting stuff happens all of the time, all one have to do is pay attention.

Trying to fill in captchas I find harder and harder. There was one in that fool Skype app when registering which I couldn't complete. Hey Skype used to be pretty good but now looks like some internet explorer from 1995 with all search bars especially ask search bar and a bunch of sponsor brands like a soccer players outfit. Ads everywhere. It looks like shit. Anyhow you didn't need an account to join that meeting thankfully.

Then today on the internet registering for some Lemmy instance I had to ask them to regenerate the captcha ten times before I could decipher one.

Maybe I'm less human these days

My life is a good one with even fruit apples growing from tiny little trees in our apple orchard. Some sort of russian apple breed which tastes sour like really sour. Some other type of apple with a type of crumbling texture and a sweeter taste grow there too. Others apple trees with other apples didn't make the harsh winter and now dead serve only as placeholders for next year's planting.

I did make a pie from the apples. I love apple pie submerged in vanilla sauce. It tasted great mixing the apple breeds I just told about in type of an alloy of apples in which they complement one another to create a perfect taste in much the same way a perfect marriage does.

My marriage is a perfect alloy of apples.

Also I seem to be able to smell more stuff now like paint and even faintly dill. Two days in a row!!

My hope is to one day again feel the smell of cinnamon.

I love that smell

Hey did you ever feel you are tapping into your inner darkness for strength, you know like Spawn does? As he uses his necroplasm he is sealing his fate in hell?

I don’t know, man. Obviously you should pay no heed to the devil but in reality it’s not as easy as one would think, I think; maybe the devil on you shoulder sometimes give fine advice, helping you guard or even advance your interests, and other times, maybe, you cannot distinguish the devil from the angel as you glue yourself to the road and stop ambulances while doing nothing for the environment (on the contrary)? Maybe that’s an act of a chaotic good dnd character but it could’ve just as easily be done by a chaotic evil one.

And those priests who are sect leaders I’ve seen on the TV seem to be devils in disguise.

Can’t believe how deep I’m right now

I’ll put this all in my book!!

Elves have a beautiful language though I've heard it told that dwarf women actually have beards and therefore the rings of power TV Show is full of historical inaccuracies as the female dwarves in it look female.

I'm not sure of this but it comes from a trusted source. I myself have a beard, but am too tall to be a dwarf and therefore I conclude that I am a male.

I have now left my old life behind me, and am rapidly making many new friends on account of my powerful charisma and super human agreeableness.

In my new life I'm running the windows operating system, did you hear of it,? Basically a fairly decent OS with many layers of shit on top. Like really shitty stuff like the edge browser and the one drive and a start menu laden with clickbait articles and ads which makes me think that OS is overripe and makes me think it's time to sell my Microsoft shares.

Another new thing is I'm now running Android and having the Gboard I can now swipe type fuck which is really fucked up that you cannot do on the iPhone.

In having the fucking iPhone still cause then I can use one phone to call the other in case one gets lost which happens to me very often.

Redundancy is in my fucking DNA

One funny experience was last Friday right after my last post was that the train stopped due to a malfunctioning power line between two stations and came to a halt.

The train could progress no further. A similar situation was also true for a southbound train stuck on the other side of the broken power line some distance away. The solution was that they cleverly decided to shuttle all passengers from one train to the other and vice versa and then to reverse the trains directions in a big swap of sorts.

Most people were pretty chill about the whole thing and it's the type of experience which serves as an ice breaker to invite some pleasant small talk.

Others were very angry but seemed able to handle their disappointment after having gotten a müsli bar.

Still others, dressed like project managers with budget responsibilities, were pointlessly berating the train crew, claiming it unacceptable with the delay and pointing out that all people now delayes as a matter of fact had better things to do and functions to fill in society and so forth.

I am sure the train crew now thankfully enlightened will ensure that from now on, no power lines will ever fail between stations again.

Anyway, in stations like this, you get a glimpse of their lives then. Some interesting tidbits from strangers, like this one guy who was eager to tell everyone that he was just back from Minneapolis and was already late due to some mishap with the luggage belt on the airport. He had packed his luggage full of craft beers and was wearing maximum amount of his thickest clothes as a trick to maximize the check in weight. I can imagine that such a trick allowed him to import one extra beer bottle without paying extra for excess weight. Having been a travelling consultant it's a trick in well familiar with except I never checked in any baggage unless the trip was super long, because then I'd not have to ever wait for any luggage.

Anyhow.

The funny thing to me was how for all his thick clothes, he wore nothing underneath his hoodie and thus felt unable to strip and therefore was super sweaty in the late summer heat.

That was interesting. He was also looking at pictures of craft beers I saw when I peeked at his laptop screen later when we were on that new train finally moving once more.

Other people were super friendly also and I even got offered a ride home for the final leg of the trip, which I accepted thankfully and got to know them a little bit: they were planning to bake a large amount of raspberry pies. (Not the computer; the actual pies.)

Of course this is all anecdotal, but that it was the project managers who was the most disappointed and inclined to lecture people about things over which they have no control to me was not surprising at all.

Now riding the train back home again after bidding everyone farewell yesterday, following a long streak of beer gatherings with various people which I probably will never see again and thus closing this chapter of my life.

It was not a moment too soon.

There was too much excess of everything this trip I think: too many nights of too many beers, too many friends, too many croissants and too much attention directed my way as I said my goodbyes and so forth and now I’m just hungover and tired and I’m not sure what I think or feel (except for the tiredness and hungoverness).

When I’ve gotten some perspective I’ll ponder why this whole thing got me so worked up it’s like the protective layer moderating the emotions suddenly got thinner and even semi translucent.

Maybe I’ve just gotten more in touch with my emotions lately and if that’s the case it’s too much of that also.

Hello hello ! Last time I was down here in the big city last winter I was reading the Border Triology by Cormac McCartney and had just finished the first one and was in the middle of part two, the one with the wild wolf. I forgot that book in my hotel room somewhere in the midst of all of the hullabaloo at work and that struck me hard because my daughter has made me bookmarks; I’ve gotten two bookmarks from her and they are my favourite possessions and I want to be buried with them or something cause they are my dearest treasures. One is made of wood and leather and is shaped like a heart, the other one is a drawn picture of me and that was the one I forgot and it made me very sad. It’s such a cute beautiful picture of me and my turkeys.

But now after six months it’s still here!! I asked them at the hotel to put it aside if they should find it and now when checking in yesterday they handed me the book and the bookmark was still in there!!

That made my day yesterday and today and tomorrow too, I think. I’ll only use that one for books on my bedside shelf from now on.

To get to know how it’ll go for that wolf is just the icing on the cake.

Tomorrow is my last day and there will be cake with or without icing.

Last time I went to the office, early this spring, the morning after those last offs, I was sat at the exact same spot I’m in now, eating croissants off the hotel breakfast buffet in exactly the same way I did then, only today I feel more composed, but just as hungover.

It’s a small and cozy type of hotel for what seems to be a little bit more interesting than average people with jeans jackets, gray hair, notepads and some bohemian look with wrinkles and moustaches. I think they probably have esoteric interests and maybe are jazz musicians and/or screen writers, but I’m not sure.

At work people have quit left and right since the first round of lay offs, though some of them I met yesterday who were fired haven’t found no new job yet even though it’s been six months or so.

It’s not such a nice vibe to the office right now. Only the HR and the product people are desperately trying to infuse it with some working spirit and positivity; it’s you know sort of like they running one of those high voltage heart starters on a corpse.

I’m working my last day tomorrow. Told them to buy lots of cake but I’ll tell them to get apple pie instead I love apple pie, I only like cake. But I will take whatever I’m offered.

Right one more funny thing: last round of lay offs, we were told that we weren't a family like they told us before (and then he went on to describe in great detail to us the difference between family and business like we a bunch of morons), now instead people are instructed to celebrate and give themselves high fives that they “made the cut”. (No more re alignments) Furthermore: they are now a family again.

A family of what? Wankers?

Not exactly sure how to pass the time now: don’t want to be the first one at the office because I’m not 100% I remember my alarm code still, but maybe I shall go for a stroll in the fine late summer sun.

Maybe another cup of coffee first.

Tonight after work I’m going to meet an old friend from when I was a terminal worker with a forklift licence. She’s a spearhead within the subject of gender studies I think.

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