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Nov. 13th, 2025 - Heya Folks. Just Random Stuff.
16 hours ago
What's New? Heya Watchers, how’s it going?
I’ve got like three stories bouncing around in my skull right now. I started all of them, wrote a chunk, then I stopped — I’ll get to that in a second.
The one closest to done is about a human woman who escapes from a prison bus, stumbles into a creamery, and turns into a cow. The guard is a male bull. You can guess what happens next. Then there’s a male/male one where a dude transforms into a more anthro-ish Sonic — basically that backsplitter alien kill in Alien: Covenant gave me ideas — and he ends up fucking Shadow. And the third is about a female donkey who transforms another woman into a donkey… and gifts her a dick. All stuff I want to write, but then the NFL is on… then there’s great anime going on… then I’m getting Umamusume-pilled (game and Cinderella Gray - seriously, watch it, it’s damn good!)… and suddenly it’s three months later and I’m like, fuck.
Life update time.
I think I’m due for a promotion or at least more money, because my new manager wants me doing invoices, budgeting, and end-of-year forecasting on top of my regular workload. Corporate life is wild like that. I beat the hell out of myself when I screw up, even if I’m told it’s okay. I aim for perfection - impossible, sure, but still something to chase.
Nothing will ever top the mistake from my first job out of college, though. My worst “holy hell I want to fucking die right now” moment was when I accidentally wrote a SQL statement that nuked 10k tables worth of data. Nervous sweats, full-body panic, the whole show. Thankfully there were backups and I didn’t get fired, but fuck, that was brutal. It even made my soft-spoke colleague, Oliver, scream in panic like I just set his prize dog on fire.
Health stuff.
I’m trying to lose weight again. I had this mole on the back of my head - and over the past two years I’ve had a bunch of skin tags removed - but this one was in an awkward spot. Haircuts felt like, “Damn, I don’t want to hurt my client, this thing is huge.” So I went up to Beaver Dam, doc was cool, did a clean razor-blade style slice. But before that, they weighed me and the scale read 340 lbs. That pissed me off. I don’t feel 340. But hey, I’m 6'2.5 or 6'3, so at least I’ve got the height. Going to try cutting out sugar. Mole’s gone and not cancerous, so that’s a win.
The world’s vibe lately? Depressed.
Makes sense. I don’t believe in a Scandinavian male god — Sunday school beat that out of me. Maybe something exists, but if so, it sure doesn’t seem to care what people do. Honestly, I’m starting to find the black hole universe theory more interesting. And if there is some kind of god or messenger, I’ve got questions - mainly, "Yo, what the fuck am I doing here? My life’s been interesting, yeah, but also very lonely and stressful as hell at times... so what gives?"
Intrusive thoughts aside, I know people do like me. People do care. It just gets heavy sometimes. I just wish the winning numbers would hit more often… and I could stop hearing, “Don’t worry, all good things are just around the corner.” I’m like, “You dude I’m 40. When?” And they always say, “Soon. Very soon. TBD, lulz.”
Anyway.
I still have faith in this country, though real change is needed — and it’ll take time to repair the damage.
Thanks for reading.
I’ve got like three stories bouncing around in my skull right now. I started all of them, wrote a chunk, then I stopped — I’ll get to that in a second.
The one closest to done is about a human woman who escapes from a prison bus, stumbles into a creamery, and turns into a cow. The guard is a male bull. You can guess what happens next. Then there’s a male/male one where a dude transforms into a more anthro-ish Sonic — basically that backsplitter alien kill in Alien: Covenant gave me ideas — and he ends up fucking Shadow. And the third is about a female donkey who transforms another woman into a donkey… and gifts her a dick. All stuff I want to write, but then the NFL is on… then there’s great anime going on… then I’m getting Umamusume-pilled (game and Cinderella Gray - seriously, watch it, it’s damn good!)… and suddenly it’s three months later and I’m like, fuck.
Life update time.
I think I’m due for a promotion or at least more money, because my new manager wants me doing invoices, budgeting, and end-of-year forecasting on top of my regular workload. Corporate life is wild like that. I beat the hell out of myself when I screw up, even if I’m told it’s okay. I aim for perfection - impossible, sure, but still something to chase.
Nothing will ever top the mistake from my first job out of college, though. My worst “holy hell I want to fucking die right now” moment was when I accidentally wrote a SQL statement that nuked 10k tables worth of data. Nervous sweats, full-body panic, the whole show. Thankfully there were backups and I didn’t get fired, but fuck, that was brutal. It even made my soft-spoke colleague, Oliver, scream in panic like I just set his prize dog on fire.
Health stuff.
I’m trying to lose weight again. I had this mole on the back of my head - and over the past two years I’ve had a bunch of skin tags removed - but this one was in an awkward spot. Haircuts felt like, “Damn, I don’t want to hurt my client, this thing is huge.” So I went up to Beaver Dam, doc was cool, did a clean razor-blade style slice. But before that, they weighed me and the scale read 340 lbs. That pissed me off. I don’t feel 340. But hey, I’m 6'2.5 or 6'3, so at least I’ve got the height. Going to try cutting out sugar. Mole’s gone and not cancerous, so that’s a win.
The world’s vibe lately? Depressed.
Makes sense. I don’t believe in a Scandinavian male god — Sunday school beat that out of me. Maybe something exists, but if so, it sure doesn’t seem to care what people do. Honestly, I’m starting to find the black hole universe theory more interesting. And if there is some kind of god or messenger, I’ve got questions - mainly, "Yo, what the fuck am I doing here? My life’s been interesting, yeah, but also very lonely and stressful as hell at times... so what gives?"
Intrusive thoughts aside, I know people do like me. People do care. It just gets heavy sometimes. I just wish the winning numbers would hit more often… and I could stop hearing, “Don’t worry, all good things are just around the corner.” I’m like, “You dude I’m 40. When?” And they always say, “Soon. Very soon. TBD, lulz.”
Anyway.
I still have faith in this country, though real change is needed — and it’ll take time to repair the damage.
Thanks for reading.
