I completely redesigned the anime page on my Neocities site. It's part of my about me page. The weather feature is gone — full redesign, fresh start. I didn't add every single anime I liked, but for 800 lines of code it'll have to do for now. Or I can just never update it. I'm not complaining about not adding more.
If you want to check it out:
🠊🠊🠊🠊🠊 About Me website.
This website is a work in progress.
Today was going smoothly. Applying for jobs, more interviews lined up, another one tomorrow.
Then I saw it.
The greatest art of 2026. Whale semen. On TikTok. It exists and I saw it and I can't unknow that.
Then I learned about a planetary phenomenon called Conjunction. The planets appear side by side because they cross the exact same longitude in the evening sky — in this case, Venus and Jupiter. Depending on where you stood, they looked about a pencil length apart.
I decided that counted as a small victory for my eyes after whatever I had just witnessed.
Honestly, my day was boring.
Here is the shaped version:
Yesterday's interview was a loss before it even started.
I was dressed for the occasion — sun out, sunscreen on, fully prepared. Then the interviewer was rude over the phone. I already knew. I turned out to be right.
I moved on immediately and replied to another interviewer who was available that same day. She couldn't return the text. I figured, oh well — why not buy ice cream on a blazing morning like this.
The flavor was Jeni's Brown Butter Almond Brittle. I'm sure I've mentioned it in a different post A Sweet Detour. My taste buds weren't thrilled. A flavor that used to make life worth living is now dead to one of my senses. I just kept eating. I didn't even mourn.
On the way back to Spawnpoint's residence — I figured calling her egg donor was too crude. It's not my style. Spawnpoint is more accurate, so that's what it'll be from here.
The weather decided not to take its medication and began bawling out of nowhere. Hard. It was like watching a bipolar episode unfold in real time. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it started, the sun returned, and I was met with a dust storm that put my umbrella to the test. Without it I may have spent the rest of the day picking debris out of my eyelids.
The winds were strong enough to pick up stray cats. No wonder there wasn't a single bird in sight.
Feeling a bit more relaxed. Time for some fun.
I want to talk about my Neocities page.
It's still a work in progress — I took a week away from it. On my anime section page I went for a realistic weather look. It actually tracks the day and night cycle of where I live, as well as the moon cycle. If it's night, it's night. I wish I had added more to it, like stars, but for now the button and lighting is enough.
The cursor feels slightly out of place but it was too cool not to include. I still haven't figured out what cursor I want to make to actually match the feel of the anime page. That's still pending.
Then there are the anime tabs. Each one has its own minimalistic effect. My favorite so far is the Ajin page — I worked hard on that one just to get the realistic blood cursor right. It's the best thing I've made on there. Some of the others were more of a rush job than a complete work, but that's fine. I can always go back and improve.
What I find pretty cool is that after everything I've built, I haven't even used three percent of my data yet.
So. This morning I found out about something and..... I definitely have words for it despite how indescribable I feel.
I'll just write what I saw.
In 1991, hikers exploring the Tyrolean Alps between Italy and Austria discovered the mummified remains of a 5,300-year-old man. Scientists nicknamed him Ötzi the Iceman. They learned he was balding, covered in tattoos, and infected with a cancer-causing strain of HPV.
So what did they naturally do next?
They looked for yeast on the mummy to make sourdough bread. Then decided beer was a reasonable next step. They even put together a specialized research team from the food sector to make it happen.
I don't care what science this is. That's cannibalism. They harvested a mummy and turned him into a loaf. With documented intent to make a beverage out of whatever was left.
These people are sick.
And they published it. Peer reviewed. In a journal. With a face full of mummy.
I read it here: They Ate the Mummy Info
After catching part of the State of Play livestream, I really want to play God of War Laufey. Kratos was right — his wife fights beautifully. It feels like an opportunity to see how they met. Just more legendary gameplay waiting to happen.
I also caught up on the From series. Season four took long enough. Dorohedoro has a season 2 and i feel sooo late for knowing that. Spiderman noir 😭. I really want to watch it but I don't know if I can since I have no television or subscriptions. Perhaps for the better to watch in the future.
Went to a job interview today. A second one should follow by next Tuesday. I don't consent to not doing well. Multiple interviews are in motion now, which is its own kind of hectic. May the best pay and fit win.
The day almost ended on a disaster.
My egg donor — Spawnpoint, as I'll be calling her from here — tried to frame me over something small. She lied to her husband about me not completing a task. At 10 p.m., when people were preparing to sleep, she decided that was the moment to cause trouble.
It didn't work. Even he saw through it. Thank gosh she's a temporary spawnpoint that I only have to experience once in this lifetime. I don't consent to going through all of that again.
Hmm, I have nothing much to say for tonight other than male peacocks sound like some hella gay damsels 😂. It's seriously hilarious. It feels like i'm staring and listening to a gay man. Something about them makes me want to do some vocal stims. I just thought it was funny enough to share.
Just minutes ago, my egg donor's husband gave me a used and worn dresser. I was told it was for my laptop — in reality, it was just to get rid of their scraps out of sheer convenience. They bought a new desktop dresser. Knowing him, he probably thinks it a peace offering. A way to get closer to me. It's most certainly not.
I only accepted it to eat on. I tire of the wooden contraption I already use.
Even after taking it, their presence is in my room. A small price to pay to get rid of any future interaction with them. I already took the trade one step closer to success.
Damn, the song from my last post has me wanting to dance. It feels like a missed opportunity to breakdance. I don't know how to, but I did attend a breakdancing event not too long ago on April 18th. I think it's time for me to upload the experience — storage purposes and all.
At this event there were multiple parts and...yeah. I think I'll just keep it short. I learned that breakdancing was a language. A pretty fun and free language that was different from the salsa that I learned from my chess teacher once. It was funny to watch at first because it was like the meme, Helicopter Helicopter! It also looked like a fun trick to pull on children into cleaning the floor. Unfortunately the videos can't be uploaded. They're too large. But I found something even better in the meantime.
Fabulous Beasts finally managed to have new episodes.
I wanted to buy the plushies of these soooo baaaad. They're all cute. Expensive, plus I don't have enough room for everything that I like. Oh here's what i was referring to.
Well… I took another website trip again.
I ended up reading declassified CIA files for a while and somehow drifted into learning about hemi-syncing. I still have more to read later. It feels like one of those things where the deeper you look, the stranger everything starts sounding.
Then somehow the internet shifted moods completely.
I started seeing videos left and right of horrible treatment happening to clients and customers around Texas. Entire places immediately got crossed off my map literally. One of the areas I wanted to visit in the future turned out to be far less ideal than I thought already, and hearing about the rodent virus situation made me want to avoid traveling it even more.
It’s easy how quickly places lose their atmosphere once you associate them with something unpleasant.
I also deleted a post called May It Stay That Way.
It mentioned one of my mother’s tactics, and honestly… I didn’t feel like keeping it there anymore. My website reflects my life, yes, but I also don’t want her presence sitting inside every corner of it either. I already deal with her enough in real life.
I think I’d rather keep any mention of her minimal.
Eating in my residence still sucks though.
There’s genuinely no enjoyment in it anymore. I realized graham crackers are completely off the table now too. Too sugary. Makes my nose run. Causes stomach aches. They don’t even taste good enough to justify it.
I don’t think I’ve had a meal I actually wanted all week.
The price of saving money I guess.
But somewhere in the middle of all of that, I came across this thing I absolutely need to kidnap for cuddles.
The noises it made.
Ahhhhhhh.
My feet literally started moving from happiness for a Brushbuddy. Not literally melting, obviously, but close enough.
So I guess the internet balanced itself out a little by the end of the night.
This morning wasn't that eventful.
Just more scam calls and texts. Indeed sure does love to send them. Their scams are so easy to read through — it's a wonder how anyone gets caught. I'm not worried. There are 11 other job sites I can work through. I just need to wait.
I haven't found a new song for the website yet but I did find some rather nice options for a radio station. This might actually be fun if done right.
Then came the news.
A cruise ship gone bad. A cluster of hantavirus cases has been reported aboard the MV Hondius — seven cases so far, three of them fatal, with illness characterized by fever, rapid progression to pneumonia, and acute respiratory distress. There's no specific treatment beyond managing symptoms.
To me this just sounds like the plague decided to skip the middleman and go straight to the point. Since when do rats need a vacation? And who was touching them?
The virus is typically spread through contact with infected rodents' urine, feces, or saliva — which means someone was trying to become the rodent whisperer.
A few hours later I found out the ship departed from Cape Verde heading toward Spain's Canary Islands. Guess where I'm not visiting in the future. The Canary Islands themselves actually refused to let the ship dock — but Spain's central government overruled them. So the infected are heading there regardless. I don't understand everything about quarantine but I feel like this could have been handled on the ship. Someone could have sent supplies via helicopter and called it a day.
Imagine paying $16,000 to $25,000 per person for a trip and ending up with an incurable disease.
I already don't like cruises — but this takes the cake. People just had to bring back the thanos of rat viruses as it's made of different strains.
Well this morning I remembered a lot of things.
Apparently men in Houston are faking STD tests.
You can apparently buy a fake test result online for free, or for around twenty dollars.
This has apparently been going on for over two years.
The sites say they’re for entertainment purposes only, but obviously they can be used to deceive people.
Then I learned about the existence of a toucan with curly, shiny black feathers on its head.
It’s called the Curl-crested Aracari.
Omg they are so beautiful.
They’re native to the Amazon rainforest in South America.
Oh yeah.
Avatar: The Last Airbender is apparently getting an animated movie about them as adults.
I might check that out later.
Right now though…
I feel like I need another two-week break from this blog. I want to change my entire website design.
So I woke up feeling weirded out by a dream.
Then I scrolled on TikTok and saw all those “don’t come to Houston” videos.
Then… let’s call him Gintama.
He texted me about six minutes before I woke up saying he nearly passed out because of nausea.
Hyperglycemia and low blood pressure.
Yikes.
Then he told me to eat.
And I was like… how?
My house is infested with critters because my relatives are dirty.
I’m probably going to eat out today.
I really don’t want to see a roach crawling inside the microwave and into my food ever again.
It’s still crazy to me how my room never gets roaches, yet everywhere else does.
Not even my restroom gets more than one every two weeks that I know of.
After all the disinfecting I did yesterday, I probably won’t see one.
And honestly, with how disgusting that smell was yesterday, I’d take the roaches any day.
On a lighter note, Muffy showed off some very cute buttons that her 11-year-old daughter made for her.
She was so sweet.
I really liked the pug button.
She’s so talented for an 11-year-old.
I don’t know many kids that age drawing that well.
Her cat button reminded me of the book series I used to read — Warrior Cats.
After checking with both of them to make sure it was okay to show the photos, I got the green light and made a small collage.
Muffy mentioned that she doesn’t always get to go into her kid’s room and sit down because of her back.
She said she misses the time she used to spend sitting with them.
But today she said she’s going to stay seated until her butt goes numb.
The pug button must have been an especially thoughtful one.
Muffy has only ever had two pugs in her life.
She’s been mysteriously down about something this past week.
Whatever it was…
I really hope today brightened her mood a lot more today.
I can't wait to see more pics.
So I woke up yesterday as usual, almost missed the bus and had to do a short sprint right as it was seconds from passing me by.
Thank goodness I checked the metro app in time.
Then I rode the bus and arrived at work, expecting the day to go smoothly.
Then David came in. Apparently he’s in a new role now. He gave me a fist bump.
Then I saw Ms. Gabby.
Yeah… she doesn’t like me much.
I updated her on my tasks and she was ready for me to go almost immediately. She has a very quick temper. Sometimes I see her as unstable.
I’m glad I don’t have to find out.
So I left.
I debated getting a new bowl of ramen.
Apparently this one was for vegans and the broth had almond milk in it.
Yeah… that sounded bad.
But I really wanted to try something new.
I probably should have read the ingredient list first.
On the bus I overheard a crossing guard wearing a yellow bandana and blond dreads talking on the phone. I think she was talking about her niece.
A baby that doesn’t cry normally. She screeches and yells.
The woman sounded frustrated and said she sometimes struggles not to hit her because of it.
That part concerned me.
She kept reminding herself that the baby is still just a baby.
A few moments later she talked about how the child has an aversion to something because she had been force-fed it before.
Then the woman casually mentioned that she herself has an aversion to tomatoes.
She said eating tomatoes feels like it might kill her.
Apparently she once ate a burger with tomatoes and spit it out immediately like it was poison.
She can eat tomatoes though… only if she doesn’t know they’re there.
Then she said she’s very big on texture.
Eventually I arrived at the ramen location, grabbed my order, and went to the library to eat.
At a glance everything looked good.
Omg I was sooo wrong.
There was spinach in the bowl.
You see, this is where I draw the line.
Spinach never goes with ramen. Even if it’s not traditional ramen.
I can put up with the corn.
I can put up with the Atsuage tofu that tasted like a sponge.
But not the spinach.
Still, I ate it anyway with the add-ons.
The broth surprisingly tasted good. It had their signature flavor, even with the almond milk base.
I know the area is predominantly white, but good heavens.
What in the fuck was spinach doing in the ramen bowl?
I feel like the workers might have silently shunned me after seeing my order in the kitchen.
After eating it — or barely eating it — I felt rather pregnant.
Probably time for me to start working out again.
The full ajima egg was nice and creamy. A full egg hack
The chicken was good too.
But that damn spinach completely threw off the taste and texture.
Later on my laptop I got bored.
So I messed around on Discord using some random names and ended up making a new friend. I’ll call her Greenpage.
She doesn’t seem very interested in algorithms and admits she procrastinates when it comes to things that aren’t important.
Cool.
Earlier I also had an encounter on Moonbounce.
I met Prissy the Egyptian. He helped me make a few touch-ups on my About Me page.
A few people seemed to really like the idea of my blog.
Then I suddenly realized something.
Over 800 people have visited my blog.
How come nobody is commenting? Is everyone really that shy?
I made it so that anyone can comment with or without a blogger account.
Turns out Prissy actually left a comment on my Blog Purpose page.
And now I have a third follower.
Pretty cool day aside from the little Tiktok thing I had going on last night.
But at least i tried texting Muffy.
Well today I woke up a little irritated.
Before doing anything else, I laid in bed watching a drama on my phone for a bit, just trying to ease my mood.
It’s called “The Heroine’s Return: A Mansion in Tears.”
My mother, who constantly lies about not using my bathroom, got caught using it and left it in a disgusting mess. The smell lingered overnight.
And the neighbor’s dog kept waking me up with some incessant barking.
I didn’t even get to take a shower yesterday.
So this morning I disinfected everything harshly.
Half a can should be missing by now.
It smelled like a decaying person.
If aging means that I need to smell like that, may I be dead and gone by 30 before I lose the ability to naturally not smell expired.
I’m not kidding.
May those genetics miss me entirely.
So I had some cookies this morning.
Technically I’m just waiting for my workout order to arrive.
Today has been rather boring.
I was about to go buy some cleaning gloves when my new razor showed up.
After testing it out, I think it sucks.
Probably why it was so cheap.
Then I learned about why Iranians freed Black hostages but kept the white ones.
After that I ended up on a website with flying toasters and discovered something called a Vintage Computer Festival.
I didn’t even know those existed.
The website belonged to someone named Joshua Stein.
The guy seems pretty wholesome.
At some point I also realized my phone has an accidental touch feature that I somehow never noticed before.
Then I decided to delete my Plurk account. It should disappear after 15 days.
I didn’t really like it much anyway.
Then I came across something explaining how Adam and Eve supposedly committed suicide after sinning against God.
Who leaves that out of scripture?
And that was pretty much the day.
A slightly irritated morning, a bad razor purchase, flying toaster websites, and way too many internet rabbit holes.
This is what tonight's vibe feels like when I'm underwater and don't wish to return to the surface.
So I woke up yesterday. Yeah, I don't remember that much.
I got on the bus to work. Oh yeah — someone texted me. Now I remember.
I brought some melon with me and a homemade breakfast burrito wrap.
Then I went to work and did my job. At some point I came across some diarrhea stains. Dried. The smell didn't hit me until I had to wipe it off.
Thank goodness for my double gloving habit.
Gloves always.
I just blocked it out and almost forgot I actually cleaned that up. It looked like someone sharted off the toilet like a rocket.
After work I went to the library without realizing the obviously ominous clouds outside.
I grabbed some ramen from a nearby place and sat down in the library while the rain started coming down.
While I was there, I ended up eating a new ramen bowl along with the melon I brought and an electrolyte drink. It was the most expensive bowl.
It just kept pouring and pouring outside while I sat there.
About three swimming pools later, the rain finally stopped.
While it was raining, I heard some interesting conversations.
Some mothers from a mom club were talking with each other. One didn't have a car and mentioned she originally thought she wouldn’t need one because of the train system and the bus system. But then she said she lives in Midtown and the systems there aren't so great.
Another mom was married to a lawyer. She and her husband both went to law school, but she decided to take a break after getting pregnant so she could spend time taking care of her baby until it was a few years old.
The mom club seemed supportive of each other. They even exchange gifts.
Later I heard another conversation.
A loud flamboyant dark-skinned man was on the phone. He was so loud the security guard had to tell him to quiet down. His day sounded overwhelming. He had a rescheduled court date after missing the first one and was expecting to go to jail. He had just returned from a hospital visit because of an injury.
After being gone from his residence for a week, he came back to black mold.
He didn't have a plan and expected to go homeless. It sounded like he didn't have a car either and couldn't return to where he was living because the mold might kill him.
He also mentioned he only had 102 days of school left.
Then he said how tired he was of Texas.
Right after that he started complaining about how he spends money on stupid stuff. Over a thousand dollars without realizing it.
I cringed.
I'm extremely stingy with money. I save, not spend for the most part.
Then I went to grab a snack at a nearby gas station.
An incoming bus drove by and I ran trying to avoid the splash.
It didn't work.
The bus still blasted water up from the street and soaked me from the thigh down.
At the gas station I asked if I could use some windshield towels to dry myself off. They let me.
So I stood there drying myself with windshield towels before waddling back to the library.
I felt wet and like I hadn't used the restroom in about ten hours.
My backdoor was especially screaming for release.
After that I watched a Zoom live about digital marketing setups.
The program cost around four thousand dollars.
Who has that kind of money?
Eventually I rushed home late, because at that point my body had two non-negotiable demands:
a toilet
and sleep.
Well I definitely left a few things out yesterday.
I ended up buying a homeless lady this huge jug of alkaline water from Walgreens. It was the same lady and her wheelchair relative by the bus stop. The jug was so big and heavy, some alkaline water for hydration. She was so tiny. Like half my size. I'm 5'4 by the way. Her wheelchair bound relative was even shorter. I felt bad for giving her something so heavy even if it was for her health.
That was my quick stop before I got on a bus to a nearby nature center.
It had rained the night before though. I probably should've factored that in before going on a trail.
Now since it was basically a forest, I already knew what to expect.
Earth.
Bugs.
Trees.
That was pretty much it.
Though it was a bit muddy, with only the fallen leaves saving me from a potential fatal mudslide into a creek.
Eventually after sliding onto some roots and holding onto a wall, I learned how to properly walk rather quick.
Heels only. Not the toes.
There wasn't much to look forward to out there.
No flowers. No bright colors.
It looked as dead as the buildings where I live.
Just greens and browns everywhere.
Still, it wasn't a bad walk.
If anything it was good for building strength, grounding yourself, and hiding away from the sun for a while. Then on the way back home, I got lost without realizing it and ended up home by accident yet somehow made it back on time.
I saw someone eating orange boba in a cup while pretending it was Nemo’s siblings.
Weirdo much?
Moving on.
I don’t know what it is about the current version of me, but I seem to really like snakes with rounded features lately instead of the pointy V-shaped vipers and cobras. Apparently baby snakes are called snakelets. Like you couldn’t make them any cuter.
Sour watermelon Starburst is my favorite candy now.
Not too long ago I managed to cheer Muffy up with my Mr. Burns meme. I’m not sure what’s going on over there to have her feeling so down. I really hope it isn’t health related, though my instincts aren’t very hopeful right now.
Crow guy — retro ninja dude — checked in on me while I was at the library.
Thanks pal.
Apparently he lives off Monster too. I actually didn’t have any today. This morning I woke up ready to rage off of five hours of sleep. I could feel it in my spine, but I just stayed in bed waiting it out.
When I finally left, I had to keep locking the front door over and over again because I almost walked out in sandals without my glasses, my bus card, or breakfast.
Yeah… I was tired.
Thankfully the bus was late so I didn’t miss it.
Work went fine today. Nothing unusual there.
But while doing my job, I ended up thinking about something.
Why do the rich trample on the poor?
It seems like an easy question.
How else would a hierarchy stay in place?
If you don’t fight to keep the number one spot, you lose it. If you want the best position, you preserve it for yourself.
Most people associate money with power and access over others. Money gets things. Money moves things. Sometimes money moves people.
It reminds me of how the rich are like powerful parents with no one to control them, not even themselves. The child or populace's life is controlled by simply by owning the resources the child needs. Wealth works the same way on a larger scale.
If you own the resources, you control the structure.
Some of the confessions that circulate about the ultra-rich sound almost surreal — like people claiming they eat babies or use their foreskins as skincare. The Epstein files. I highly doubt that a parent like that would ever listen to what a child has to say when they could just dominate them.
Much like how a parent often has unchecked power towards a child's wellbeing is often like how I'd imagine a wealthy maniac that fears nothing. Now granted the wealthy don't really fear the laws made for others. They're the rule makers, so there's no talking back.
Dominance, money, and family structures tend to share that same pattern.
Today I woke up after getting only three hours of sleep. My mother and stepdad had TikTok videos on full blast just outside my door. They didn’t seem to notice until about an hour and thirty minutes later when I finally opened the door.
Then I went and did my job. I did amazingly despite wanting to sleep and feeling like a zombie, probably thanks to my choco muffin and strawberry Monster can.
The Monster tasted way better.
After work I went to the library. Along the way I picked up some Ol’ Skool Asari… I think.
I ended up having it cold since the bus was late.
Then I finally ended up picking up a take-home Brown Butter Almond Brittle.
Since it’s been raining outside, some of the buses were leaking. Not on me though. But I was surprised at how many people were perfectly fine letting mystery drops fall on themselves.
One of the buses also smelled like someone peed on it.
I avoided that too.
When I got home my stepdad said, “Let me talk to you about something I don’t like.”
He then proceeded to give a gentle talk about replacing a door that I kicked in.
Then he said there’s nothing but love in this house.
Yet somehow it’s always at my expense.
I didn’t fully notice his wording at first because I was cleaning up while he was talking. But later something he said stuck with me.
The phrase: “I love destroying things?”
For what?
That narrative is still floating around from the lies my mother tells.
That happened after I realized my mother was as fake as ever. The realization turned into an argument. As usual, consent meant nothing and the manipulation kept going.
When words stopped working, I raged.
I locked myself inside the room and kicked the door.
That finally told her to quit manipulating me when words couldn’t.
My family, as usual, thrives on reactive abuse.
Apparently my stepdad thinks I like to destroy things.
Since when?
People seem to enjoy waiting until someone reaches that point, just so they can hold it over their head afterward.
Funny how that works. "Nothing but Love right?' Their love is worthless.
