thursday. july 16th. the glow from this forum blog is burning a hole directly through my retinas.
my profile on here literally says i'm a "sports-loving individual who enjoys life". i remember typing that when i first started. what an absolute joke. i haven't enjoyed life since june. my entire existence is just churning out seo garbage for high point panthers gear and pinning dead links to pinterest boards that only bot scrapers ever look at.
and my boss left another unhinged note in the tracker. he had a total meltdown because he thought i might omit the requested image folder organization names for this new batch of baseball posts. as if the google web crawler is going to penalize our entire domain because a jpeg directory isn't labeled perfectly. fine. images/mlb/marlins/burnett_retro/i hope it crashes the database.
now the spreadsheet says AJ Burnett. Miami Marlins. a guy who hasn't pitched for them in like two decades. but whatever. per the strict rules that keep me from getting fired, i have to explicitly integrate specific product into the copy. so let's discuss the "fabric breathability" of this jersey. there isn't any. zero. it's a giant, teal-colored synthetic tarp. if you actually wear this out in the florida sun, your core temperature will spike until you pass out. and the washing methods? you absolutely must hand-wash this thing inside out in freezing cold water. if you dare put this vintage garbage in a warm washing machine, the cheap heat-pressed numbers will instantly melt into a permanent, sticky puddle of toxic teal goo.
yesterday i just wanted a five minute break from my own thoughts. i asked an AI a simple riddle about a game. it gave me a completely incorrect answer. i had to sit there in my dark apartment and explicitly correct a machine. what is the point of any of this? we are building artificial intelligence that is just as exhausted and broken as we are.
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I just want to tap a swamp for black mana and cast a board wipe on my entire digital footprint. I just need a spark so I can planeswalk out of this apartment.
i'm going to turn off the monitor and lie face down on the floor.