I purchases my last figure, metaphorically.

I made a really dumb decision and bought a figure for 1600 euro (incl. shipping, but excl. taxes).

It is a figure I already own, but my current one is broken because I am an idiot.

I achieved this order by signing up for PayPal Credit, and now having to pay it back for 24 months.

This is not my last figure, actually. Only spiritually. I still have open preorders, but my spirit is broken.

Thank you for all the fish.

I wish I was a minimalist

I own too many things. This has really bitten me in the ass in the past. I wish I had the willpower to sell nearly all of it. Not only would I finally have some money again, but also my apartment would not be so cluttered.

I love what Melonpan does and I wish I could be him

dreams.

I do not remember any of my dreams. Haven’t for years at this point. I sometimes wonder what cruelties my subconscious comes up with that it has to repress it real bad. I’m sure I do unspeakable things in my dreams.
The solution clearly is not sleeping. If you’re awake for long enough you’ll start hallucinating, and that is a kind of dreaming. Sort of. Maybe. Let’s just do it and not worry about the health concerns.

A website that dreams are made out of (nightmares especially) is nhentai.net. I love indulging in it at work.

anime

I like watching anime. I started to follow it regularly this season again, with a few shows. A select few shows. One that I wanted to watch anyway. One that I found myself scrolling through MyAnimeList. Two that were recommended to me because they both feature huge perverts as MCs, and I’m into that.

MyAnimeList has a native app now and so my Plan-to-Watch is just filled to the brim with recommendations I get on my phone. Good feature.

I barely have any storage left tho so I need a solution and I need it quick. And temporarily switching to streaming sites is not an option. I will have to see how much I can afford. Single drive life is over, I might have to build a new NAS for all the anime I’m gonna watch.

podcasts

Podcasts are a great way to fill the empty dead space in your head after coming home from work. And you can still blankly stare a the wall while you listen, but at least you won’t hear the voices in your head deriding yourself. I like two podcasts at the moment. They are very similar and very different at the same time. One is QAnon Anonymous, your one stop solution for all things Qanon. The other is Knowledge Fight, which focuses just on Alex Jones and Infowars (although they occasionally go offbrand a bit by covering Project Camelot).

https://qanonanonymous.com
https://knowledgefight.com

Now that I’ve written the url out I just noticed, for the first time, that the names have the same amount of letters. Coincidence? Probably (not). QAA has 134 episodes on their feed (plus 115 on their patreon). KF has 541 episodes on their feed, and 10 bonus episodes on their patreon that are publicly accessible because Dan and Jordan aren’t shills.

I like to play NES Tetris (PAL) while listening to my boy Travis give the Q News, having Jake tell me a fun and gory story about rich elite pedophiles in the British monarchy, and Julian find new ways to threaten death upon the aforementioned elite.

I love walk around at night aimlessly through my town listening to Dan explain the intricacies of Alex’ stories, complain about Harrison Smith and Captain Mark Richards, and rate novelty beverages and candy on a sliding scale.

This is what is nurturing me and keeping me alive. This is what is sustaining me. This is what will finally pill me, probably.

NES Tetris (PAL): A 37-year-old new challenge

I have been playing NES Tetris basically nonstop for a few months now. My default starting level is 9, and I am increasingly comfortable with it. Today I got to a new high score.

“444,625 points @ Level 16”

Sadly I wasn’t recording at the time, so I can’t prove it. Oh well. For me it was a nearly perfect game. I transitioned to Level 10 at 220,000 points. I’m not gonna try to do the math to convert my score into NTSC Tetris. The two versions aren’t comparable at all anyway.

To close this post, I’ll attach Dave Eddy’s piano arrangement of Terry A. Davis’ Risen hymn. The original is beautiful in its midi glory, and the somber piano is very well done.

Oh also I’m still alive. Don’t get used to frequent posts.