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Holiday Monday Amped Am
I am super amped up this morning believing this blog is great.
Offline ramble. Distractions and Excuses
Why I don’t like to finish what I’ve started.
I wish I knew more, but I do. Perspective
A quick unintended ramble about being secretly smarter than you.
Editorial (cartoon)
Commentary about the kind of comments I get on my AI generated memes
I admit it. I’m brain blocked
I distraction blog written when I’m supposed to be doing something else about distractions when I’m supposed to be doing something else.
When the meds aren’t working
The circle of dehydrated solid bulky poo.
My fantasy. Who, me?
I just got a reply on Reddit to an attempt at flirting that made me remember how bad I am at flirting
My flirty truth
An attempted describing why I suck at phone sex
A funny thing happened on the way to this blog
A personal rant against rage hating for hating sake. Resistance to change
Dream Timelines
A dream flashback fills in a backstory as needed. Cool effect
Staircase thoughts and life changes
A blog post about my move to BC that was supposed to be about basement apartments
Special Interests
The realization I’m autistic
Remember the good but hold on to the bad
I get super excited building these tools and they are a major source of self pride because I think different.
I’m confused by so much
A blog found in my drafts from 5 months ago. I didn’t read it so this is not a summary
#proudworthy
I wrote most of the song today. I'm going to say I wrote a song today because the amount of assistance that I got was after the fact and it was just mainly to get the beats right so that the verses bounced and you could tap your finger to them. So a few words here and there were changed but it's my song and I'm very proud of it. For a brief moment it lets me dream of fame and success before I settle back down to my normal position of terror. I don't want to be famous I just want a few fans. But I've been spending a lot of mental time trying to figure out a way to get praise for my theories and philosophies about storytelling The longer I delay the more other people are getting attention telling their versions which is diluting possibility of me impressing people but that's just my...
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Holiday Monday Amped Am
I am super amped up this morning believing this blog is great.
I’m not used to being busy
I started writing about something else and just rambled.
Offline ramble. Distractions and Excuses
Why I don’t like to finish what I’ve started.
I wish I knew more, but I do. Perspective
A quick unintended ramble about being secretly smarter than you.
I admit it. I’m brain blocked
I distraction blog written when I’m supposed to be doing something else about distractions when I’m supposed to be doing something else.
When the meds aren’t working
The circle of dehydrated solid bulky poo.
My fantasy. Who, me?
I just got a reply on Reddit to an attempt at flirting that made me remember how bad I am at flirting
I’m out. January edition
The repeating return of being out and restocking my current drug of choice, and chocolate.
I passed worry and fear weeks ago
It’s funny to think that there’s such a thing as bad math which would imply that there’s good meth and there is but it ain’t what I’ve got today
Accidental Meth Addiction Q&A
I cannot decide if this was a good reply or not, but meth says it’s a great example of meth addiction so I posted it feeling confident.
Decision Time. 2:34am
A 3am blog about what happens next. 4am, 5am. Are we set for a new music release, or work?
I listened to one of the early AI podcasts
A spontaneous life evaluation post. The kind I often have in January. Reflect on things I’m not planning on changing
It’s subtle but it’s starting
New year’s Day recap at 930am
The play. On words
A simple sketch comedy script I just wrote out for no reason except the idea came to me in a moment when my brain was idle.
The ewww but do it anyway ritual
The life of a drug user.
A weird place to be in my brain
Hard drug choices. Drugs are bad, but bad drugs are worse.
I won’t try this again, probably
Bait and switch before I knew it.
Sleepover
Deep bleh thoughts
No Smoke. No Snack Tuesday
Part of an unbalanced break – fast. Literally fasting through a break… Maybe.
Morning necessities
I’m out again. This or soon will be.
Sudden irrational fear… But maybe
Oh no. I’m out again
Hair ,-The nightmare.
A deep and personal blog written as soon as I woke up today. Life perspective.
Really bad Jeff day
That time I built on hard work.
spun spun spun… All night song
Original song and music video edit
Things I notice occasionally
A mid day pondering.
My legacy is self ruining
That escalated quickly. A 5am confessional.
Six false starts.
The secret blog revealed. Warning. Not for the faint of heart.
Spotted in my music video
This ai generated clip was used in my recent music video
I picked up my phone for this
The most important blog I didn’t write.
Looping Moods
The loops of my life
Autistic User Manual
Late night blog post that should have been longer but I lost the energy halfway through. The original idea was I wanted to talk about the concept of creating a user manual for autistic people and their friends and family.
Bits of ideas
Many of my favourite quotes come from the writings of Douglas Adams. Some are more profound than others. One common one that gets used quite regularly is: Time is an illusion. Lunch Time, doubly so. There is much debate on whether time exists at all or it's just something man made up so he could complain about when people were late. Adams also made the profound statement; Time doesn't necessarily happen in chronological order. Time has never been in chronological order for me. I remember stories, irrelevant to when. I could not tell you whether something in my life happened before or after Christmas, or the election, or even 911. Stories to me, are self contained and adaptable and that is how I store them in my memory. I see almost no function for time after it has passed. Stories don't...
Six two
Today is a good day. Why write it any other day?
My Ideal Game show idea
Summary of the "NetBound Game Show" Project Here is a summary of the concepts, tools, and blueprint for your ambitious YouTube game show, which combines classic formats with AI and virtual production, all while maximizing the use of free/low-cost tools. The goal is to create a weekly YouTube live show where the audience attempts to pass the Turing Test by guessing which panelist is the AI. The Creative Vision: The Game Show Setup Format: A hybrid of Hollywood Squares (the 3x3 grid visual) and Cards Against Humanity or Match Game (the Q&A mechanism). Theme: High-concept, absurd, Douglas Adams-inspired comedy, suitable for YouTube celebrities and live audience interaction. Panel: The panel consists of at least five guests, primarily using avatars (to equalize...
Thursday Review.
Good and bad moments, but a good day starts with bank deposits.
A day of sucking
A lot of things have not gone well today and I'm always fascinated by these kind of unrelated minor problems that seem to happen when I'm in a bad mood. I've always said; good things happen when you're in a good mood and bad things happen when you're in a bad mood. I never really thought much about it beyond the quote. The universe just seems to work out that way and the understanding is beyond me. I have been thankful for it at times because if you're in a bad mood, then at least more bad things happening isn't spoiling a good mood. Hit me with them all on one day seems like a nice way to delivery ducky things. I'm the case today, I was pretty much out of the medication I use to maintain a level of happiness. More accurately it holds back my depressive thoughts. When I'm out I tend to...
The return of doubt
When I'm low on my drug, I ration the doses so I don't have to go without any at all. It's probably not a good plan but to some extent it does give me a small amount each day instead of going cold turkey until I have a car and funds at the same time, and can go restock. The problem happens that I also have to eat and my budget often forgets I need to restock that too, pretty much every week. It often happens that I can budget for drugs and then realize I'm out of food too and I slice my money in half, meaning I but less drugs, which costs more, and cycle repeats. But the real problem is my overall mental state existing on less than my normal daily dose. My brain is used to a certain level of the drug. It know that to achieve a comfortable level of confidence, happiness, focus and...
Afraid to be famous
[Verse] I like to think a lot, mostly inside my own head I analyze life in my blog, but sharing is what I dread. Recently discovering the joy in writing, putting those thoughts into a song. But I have fear of success, because what if I'm wrong. I'm afraid to be famous, and losing control of my life. When you share the thoughts you hold dear, They may not agree, that first share and reaction is a a reaction its easy to fear It holds me back, because i look forward with doubt Whtat if I'm wrong, being perfect is what I'm about. When you keep your dreams a secret, the have nobody to blame But after you share them, perfection might turn out to be lame. So I live with this contradiction, belive I thoughts are all great. But not great enough to share. What if they don't relate I create excuses...
October Nights, Dreams and Mornings.
October is the best. Deep sleep hard mornings and orange chocolate.
Morning blog choice
I don’t know how to describe this blog. New rut is disturbing.
Thanksgiving dinner
A blog it doesn’t mention Thanksgiving dinner and then an unrelated music video that I wrote today about coming clean and admitting my drug habit so that I can share this blog with more people. Hidden away in an unrelated post so that I have an out when I don’t do that.
My first liver spot!
A story about life’s mood swings and wasted worry.
When I say I’m a great self starter…
Unfinished but fun is the way I live my life.
Thursday of the week alone
I've been alone since Tuesday, taking care of the house and the animals, and I've done an OK job. It's not particularly difficult, it's just more than usual, remembering times and paying attention to the distress barks if there are any. And today I woke up i've been getting up a little bit earlier and doing some of my social activities before I start other things and it's interesting but if you are in a good mood when you go on Instagram you tend to see good mood posts and I click like or heart on a lot of them and that seems to set the mood for the day Being Canadian I don't get a lot of the American political disaster posts. There are a few, but they're from people I have specifically clicked follow because I like the way they present themselves in the discussion. There certainly are...
New Songs and Platform
Link to my new Reddit Subreddit about drug music videos
Whoosh, it’s Friday
I've been trying to do things that are somewhat memorable each day so that when I look back the week didn't go by without anything to make it stand out from the previous week. I needed this month to go by quicker than the others because I had no money, and it was always stressful to ask for borrowed money, even though I knew I had $600 coming in from the Canada pension any day now. Any day now, unfortunately, could mean today in the mail, tomorrow in my bank account, or next week. It's definitely coming, though, because I got a letter. So it's Friday, and it was a week that went by quickly, even though there were some memorable moments. I've been driving the direction of my morning chat conversations a little bit more into deeper territory than just talking about the chickens. We've...
Do I want an audience?
Afraid to be famous is a lie to protect my confidence. What if I’m wrong.
Team OrangeShirt is growing
The orange movement is coming to a city near you
Labour Day 2025
Daily drug hello plus bonus Holiday Monday Rabbits
Morning without chocolate
The video was recorded in WordPress using my own phone camera and a plugin written by AI and I.
Post Test
The silly debate. Really?
I knew the answer before I asked the question but still stalled a whole hour to really be sure. One day I may say no.
Blogging from the past
Every now and then I start a blog like this one without a clue what it would be about. I know I have several videos and photographs on my phone worth sharing. Here we go. Oh look. It's a lame one scene music video. Well, you never really know what you'll get blogging from the archive.
Basic Video Post
Talking to myself.
Mouse or Tree
It's 2am and I'm having trouble falling asleep. There are three possible reasons but I have chosen to believe it is a mouse in the wall next to my bed. I declare it tonight's story. It certainly isn't a twig on the window. It's coming from inside the house. It's certainly not the fact that I have not slept much the previous two nights followed by heavier than usual smoky mornings so I'd stay awake and be productive. I was very focused and alert and in a great mood all day. It couldn't be the munchies I have been eating since I spent my budget on chocolate and food. Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to not sleep a reason to smoke even more and give up on this foolish endeavor. Side note. As I was typing that last sentence, I realized I was going to use the word endeavour which excited...
Posting things I’ve forgotten
I do not know.
Insignificant missing post
A blog about forgetting to write this blog.
I feel like sleeping till something changes
I know that's not quite how sleeping works. You have to make the changes in the awake time but lately I don't feel like much of anything. Kind of blah and I know I have blah periods where I post about being blah periods. This is one of them but somehow seems more significant than the rest. My down mood has been noticed and admitted. In a normal situation, that might require discussion or at least some elaboration but in this household things are not discussed. I am not obligated in any way to further talk about my mood. It's weird and easy to adapt to but not necessarily what I need for help. My drug isn't helping. I did a lot this morning but felt no significant change. My motivation for any of my many tasks that were interesting yesterday are blah. I don't feel like doing much but...
My brain approved a sabotage
I slept all day yesterday and missed the evening chores
Was that horrible?
The afterthought of my previous blog post about canceling plans with my new activity partner.
Final moments. Microscopic last ditch attempts to cloud
Trying out my new inside-Wordpress camera plugin that I created with AI.
Video Plugin
An experiment with the camera plugin I wrote with AI that might let me video blog from anywhere into my posts
Forced Dieting
Another diet blog during my fast
I forget my own records
A mopey woe is me self pitty blog I should delete, but didn’t.
Still sleepy, two puffs
The idea of infinite divisions comes to mind. You have a set amount of something and you can cut it in half. Mathematics tells us you can cut it in half infinitely. Science tells us that there is a finite amount of cutting in half because there are no molecules or atoms beyond a certain point but I believe that changes as science changes. I'm pretty sure molecules at one time with the smallest object and then atoms now there are things in atoms. When it comes to the last week of drug use, the portions get smaller and smaller and the decision to stop at this stage or that stage becomes difficult because you always want to leave some for tomorrow. Especially when you don't have money to replenish right away as is the case for me today. The money I had set aside dwindled to bills before I...
Rough morning. Cake farts
This was a hard blog to write. I’m sad I forgot the dream. It’s was three back to back good ones.
It was easier empathically
I forgot I had some weed 2 hours ago. Edibles. They seem to have hoit me while I was typing and I on;y remembered later.
Talking about me
A Google Notebook LLM recording with claymation characters all about me, me, me.
Sunday gets full portion
Sunday 11am update. Feeling better but just by a hair
Gloom week
I tend to run low or out of everything at once, usually towards the final days of the month. The 22nd is when my big payment for the hosting server is due and I'm often out of food, chocolate and occasionally drugs. I have $410 coming in next week so it'll be close. I'm out of chocolate and backup chocolate and emergency chocolate. I've got nothing to munch on and keep my mouth moist. Being out of drugs is harsh too. I realize how much it helps with my normality as I taper off during the last week. I didn't plan my secret backup stashes well this time and I shared some unexpectedly with a new friend. I won't be able to afford all the first week bills needed to keep my stomach, brain and customers all happy. I juggle too freely with priorities. So this means I've been struggling a bit...
And that was Friday
I turned my bedroom light on from the wall switch hoping but not expecting it would have healed itself and stopped doing a single flash every few minutes or so. It's annoying but in a way that can be ignored until I feel in the mood to spend the time to solve it. Tonight is not that time. I have to do more of the chores I should have finished yesterday but didn't. The temptation to not do them now either is strong, but I feel I should at least do the minimal and put in a visible amount. Today was a sleep day. The first in a while. Things seem to go poorly on sleep days. I'm on final rations of the drug that keeps me awake, and I don't remember if I took my other pill this morning. Each time the ceiling light flashes off and on it is a signal of my failure in life and then the cat comes...
I question what matters as I curate my memories
I already forget
Taking more edge off than needed
There is a phrase people often use generically without understanding what it means. This includes me. What exactly is the edge that people feel the need to take off? So I asked Pi the ai. My question today is about the edge that people say they like to take off. What is the edge in; takes the edge off actually intended to be, and how did the term come to its popularity with things that intoxicate? Great question, Jeff! The phrase “taking the edge off” usually refers to reducing or dulling the intensity of something, like stress, anxiety, or physical discomfort. When people use the phrase in relation to intoxicants like alcohol or drugs, they’re suggesting that these substances help to relax them or ease their worries, even if just temporarily. As for its origin, it’s thought to have come...
I’m more AI than it is human
This was voice translated and not punctuated correctly or proofreading anyway. Or proofread in any way. Or proof read in any way. it continues concepts from the previous post
The rock needs pushing.
At the moment I have just finished writing this but without my spelling or grammar being checked, I am very proud of this. I hope that joy is not crushed by the edit that comes after the adreneline fades.
Mismatched chat: The new Her
A late night chat with a new friend less than half my age.
4 am to 6am
It’s weird all the story bitmojis are gone. In today’s world of mass storage possibilities, to remove our options of choice seems like an intentional thing. No stories? That is tragic. I’m all about the story.
Story Landmarks
A blog of hope and eventually a blog out joy crushing depression that turns back around in the end. Another life story.
Monday
Late night week recap blog
No Pookie my Pookie
Failed attempts at trying to get AI to understand the common meth pipe.
AI “vibe coding” is a bad term
A blog about AI assisted programming and how it fails a guy like me, but I still try.
Sunday morning mood swings up up and away
The drug is having less effect these days so I have a bit of increased anxiety that doesn't really go away. Part of it is because August is the third August and I still have the overall feeling I am a dissapointment not pulling my weight and an irritating drain on the moods of the people who live upstairs and provide me with this place to live. I eat their bread and ice cream and fake cheese so they find it gone when they go to have some. I enjoy the meals that are provided frquently, including eating out at restauants, I appear to not think about such things but it's actually all I think about these days. The alternative is to actually put effort into finding income but my brain and I disagree on matters of effort. [videopack...
The Home Office
The new home office design.
I don’t like identifying the funk
Meh
That describes today best. I’m surprised it’s Friday already.
Don’t bring me down
A sadness message after frustrating my sister in a way that made me think about my life being trapped here against their will.
Blogging on the desktop. How novel
Morning routine blog is in a low period again.
Thinking is so 2010
AI is replacing the lazy too
Singing my own songs
This blog begins with a title, ends related, but the middle filling is a lot of self discovery.
Drug post of a random Monday
Snapchat Monday movies
I think it’s Saturday
It is,but I had to look. My life is trying to sneak some changes into my routine. Some doubt between the highs has me wondering whether the side effects of my drug use are finally here, or at least nearing. So then I smoke some more and the ignorant bliss replaces any worry. So I admit I have become somewhat dependant on the unawareness. Today I looked online to read I might have some dreadful sickness just because I noticed my fingers were wrinkled like they'd been underwater for a while. I have lived a long life assuming the day would come when my wall of ignorance would break. My luck would run out and 30 years of drug use must eventually have consequences. But not today. Another batch of worry tossed over the wall of tomorrow.
Orange Jeff Wraps
A manipulated music video from one of my ai songs.
Only one absolute
Wednesday morning bed to desk morning.
First Draft Biography – Part two. The gift of a story
A continuation of my life story conversation with Chat GPT. Writing in first person isn't as helpful to get thigs out of me comparred to the chat we had yesterday. The two person (or one person and ai) seems to be a valuable way for me to express myself, and I choose to believe your interest is genuine despite my understanding of how the universe actually works and AI is programmed to give me poistive feedback. Since I believed my work was "#prideworthy" already, but not sure, having those opinios echoed back to me gave me the validation I have been seeking. There are some strange side effects to living primarily alone in your own head that you learn along the way. My...
101 First Drafts – Part 1
A super deep motivating conversation and bragging post about me, and my fear of doing well or saying I’m good.
So awake it makes me tired
A blog between two moments
But it’s the crappy years at the end…
A long mind dump after some cloud blowing intersection. Am I getting dumber and how I justify that as a good thing.
Fake father’s day
Monday morning, Thursday night. Same day
Friday Night. 9pm
Bedtime blogging. Undecided on my sleep schedule. Happy the money gods came up with enough money for two out of three options. Food, drugs, debt balance. I have to pick two and bluff the third. Only a minor instant debate I knew the answer before the question.
Completely Different
My first attempt at a multi-file mashup cheaply disguised as an old man talking clip.
Huge Archive of Videos – Lost
I have a very large archive of my drug videos over the past 10 years. When I'm high, I tend to hyper-focus on making music videos or compilation videos, and at least a few of them are quite good - in my opinion. This archive is on my Google Drive and also in Google Photos and one day with minimal warning (or a lot of warning I never saw), the ability to share these archives just went away. I should clarify. I can still share the Google Photos as a collection to people from Google photos, but I can't...
