Briar

@briar.bsky.social

Activist for peace & environment, for protecting what really matters, for future generations. Living on unceded Wiradyuri land. Writing like the wind.

Well I finished that stupid assignment and the computer glitches kept coming. We had to do such ridiculous things in order to save it as it was supposed to be. It took away from the enjoyment of doing it. I'm still awake because I'm completely wired.

We made delicious pork chops with braised red cabbage and mash for dinner. Fennel seeds, v good bacon, balsamic vinegar, apples in the cabbage made it amazing.

A pork chop in the foreground on a plate. Glistening braised red cabbage on mashed potato sits behind it.

Guys, about 350 words more will do it, give or take a couple. It's been a wild ride, and the writing of words has been the easiest, most enjoyable part of it. I forgot I actually like to learn. It's a shame that certain little #enshitterfications of things make it harder than it should be.

For NDs like myself, the constant challenge of ai helpy-helper interruptions & changes of interface to my doc, render it a dog's breakfast of 'merged' pieces of sh** & me a meltdown mess. I cannot for the life of me fathom how they think they ARE actually helping. I did my last 2 degrees without!

I'm thanking prescient me who made a super good omelette for breakfast quite early this morning, because it has been the only proper meal of the day.

Last day on tricky assignment. I've 1 had one moment of 'meltdown', when J opened up an Xcel spreadsheet up for me. Surely he knows my visual stimulation melting point! I just wanted 3 simple columns! Anyway, Olivia Dean (and Sam Fender) have got me going. And I just broke the opshop plunger. 😕

There are some really great comedies about robots taking over our world and I find that so ironic now to think that we’ve been laughing about it for years. I still laugh. But also, I am getting angry about my autonomy being encroached upon, every day. And I’m no Cooker.

I'm tutoring a young mum and sometimes she's sick because she's got little kids. She already works hard and I just tell her to never, ever, ever feel bad if she has to cancel. I will never forget how much I struggled with those kid germs & she needs to not feel guilty.

I was just scribbling a page number on a screenshot page of text, and before my eyes, my handwriting suddenly smoothed out and improved itself. I feel like I am living a dystopian madwoman’s fictional story. Only this is real.

I'm really cranky tonight. Had no laksa paste so it's a red curry noodle soup and I've made a terrible mess in my kitchen. Trying to use my iPad and the data is full and I already pay for data and I'm really spewing about this. I'm just trying to write my bloody assignment okay?