It's the final day of 2024, with four years of nightmare ahead for the entire world because people in the United States decided their leader based on voting day petrol prices. And then did their research about what firkin TARRIFS were.
...fucking hell...
I got Miss Chaos to make her kit bread and it's way easier than sourdough. And faster.
My bread's currently wrapped in paper and chilling in the fridge. We shall soon see if I'm buying Chaos a bread machine and a bunch of bread kits.
Today, I plan to chill.
Make my offerings, write a couple of paragraphs. Fuck around in gamespace depending on my mood.
TIL that AI "assistants" can install themselves on your computer if you're on a call with someone who has an AI "assistant". All the more reason to switch all my devices to non-mainstream OS's and nonstandard hardware.
Trust late-stage capitalism to help me become a paranoid bean.
Let's get some fiction out there.