And thus Spoke Pi.



It was just one, but I did it from resting, with no assist! YES! Personal goal achieved!

I've also come up with this fun workout where I never drop the weights...except when I use the as pushup bars. Fun times :)


Another day, another doc

I did not know you could get CAT scans for your heart! They wanna take a look at my ticker and make sure I don't have...some disorder I don't remember the name of.

Threw out my name resume to a startup. Hoping to hear back - they allow remote!


Another day

Family's starting to ask what my plans are. I was thinking about school, but I don't wanna take on any debt, so I think college is out of the question. Fuck that student loan noise!

Sent an application to the Phoenix New Times. They're looking for a freelance culture writer, and I pitched myself as a videogame writer. Hopefully I'll be able talk about indies in a local paper! That'd be sweet.


I am forced to eat crow!

The RNC, in a show of solidarity with Donald Trump, are uninviting the Nation Review from the next Republican debate. The National Review published an issue dedicated to dissing The Donald, and now...I'm sorry I just literally lolled!





Sure he can embarrass America. Sure, he can make America take a LONG, DEEP, look into the National Mirror (Reflecting Pool?) But win? No. Remember that the only reason any Republican wins is the dumb rubes who let the dog whistle politics COMPLETELY fly over their heads. The people who tell themselves they like MLK, and that MLK would like them. Meanwhile, they work with their every political action to undermine his legacy.

Self image is important to these people! Trump dispels with the fig leaf of plausible deniability that made the racist, satanic GOP work. He exposes the raw, undulating HATRED that has fueled the rightwing of this country since the beginning, and Soccer Moms (tm) hate that shit. He has no coalition, only VERY LOUD, VERY VOCAL, crazy people.

He has a 0% chance of building a national coalition. He has a 0% chance of building an actual 'ground game' to get out the vote come election day. Trump's whole campaign is nothing but media hot air! What happens when he realizes he needs...discipline? Day in, day out, hoofing to town halls? To local media? He doesn't have the attention span for that!

Yeah he'll make our already rancorous national dialogue worse. But he'll burn out in such a spectacular fashion, ALL of America will come together and sing that great Negro spiritual "Free at last, free at last, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, FREE AT LAST!" One day, your grandchildren will ask you...where were YOU when you learned that the American Hitler lost?

I am a torrent of emotions

Hopeful for the future of the planet, but unhopeful for my own future. I still think Bernie has the nomination (and thus the Presidency) in the bag, but I look to my own future with only trepidation. I can't work, I can't listen, and it pains me. I have no idea how to get on welfare, so I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't find a doctor to help me, and I'm not looking forward to having to explain myself to my physician.

On the bright side, I am working out way more. I'm also getting some things done around the house. It just feels like treading water on a sinking ship - the certainty of future money problems oppresses my every thought and action. I'm an objective failure, and I have no chance of not being so. I can't use my only marketable talent (programming), since my autism prevents me from focusing on stuff other people want me to do. This was literally my whole problem in industry - management wanted it done fast (measure never, cut a million times) and I wanted to do it right (measure twice, cut once)

I can see myself slowly getting back on an indie track, but that's not going to make any money, ever. Unless I get some kind of big blockbuster, and none of the games I want to make are like that. I can hope and pray, but I have immediate money needs that need to be addressed. I can't even afford my medical marijuana, and without that I feel even worse than normal. Being high is the only time I feel 'normal', like a functioning person. No acting, no anxiety, just serenity.

I miss my medicine, and I miss my independence. I'm doubtless going to be trapped here the rest of my life.

Please God, I need a miracle.


Went to the doctor yesterday.

I hate doctors. I hate the wait, I hate hardly seeing them, I hate being ignored, and I hate being told I need needles in me. I'm never having another needle put in me, as long as I live. I don't give a fuck about drawing blood, or medicine. I'd honestly rather die.

I hate insurance. I hate having to prove I can pay, only to be a told a paperwork issue on the insurance side delayed my visit. I hate having to wait afterwards to get the extra charges cleared. I hate my Dad guilting me afterward - "If you don't want help, just say so, so we can kick you out on the street!"

I can't work, since I can't focus. I have no idea what I'm going to do if the cardiologist tells me I have whatever disorder the doctor hopes I don't have. I'm certainly never getting any bloodwork, since I refuse needles.

I hate doctors.


Funny how much better I feel...

All I've done is get a nice setup in my room. I've fished my computer out of storage, and my big screen is a secondary monitor.

A shitload less depressed! Oh, and the fact that everyone else is gone helps too...

Had to finangle Open Broadcast Software to stream my second monitor, but now I can game in style on either screen. Woot!