As the title says, facebook likes sometimes make me uncomfortable. Why? Well it forces me to like someones bad life events as well as their good life events. I get the whole idea that a like shows support for the friend/relative but it still makes me feel weird. I’ve come to the conclusion its just the word “like”, if it was “agree” maybe it would be better, or maybe even “sympathise”, but “like” suggest that you are getting a kick out of the fact someone lost their dad, or mom etc. Maybe I think about it too much, but thinking is important to human growth I feel. We think therefore we are human, without it we are hopeless automotive robotic slaves.
As the year goes on I’m going to be closing down my other blogs and only keeping this one. That should allow me to concentrate more on keeping it up to date and things. The other sites will be new projects based around the same system I have developed myself to make life more automated for myself. Cannot be in multiple places at once there is still only one of me, and since the government made the new press laws I cannot let anyone anymore write stuff here for me, or on the other blogs, so time to reduce my presence, not that anyone read them anyways.
I’ll keep everyone up to date on the changes, I haven’t decided if I will import the Zeroshadow.com blog stuff here yet or not, it may work out better for me, as there will be something different on that site soon.
Keep being random, it confuses the hell out of people.
Yes you have me for another year, my dear reader
The domain for this blog is due for renewal 21st of April, I’ve decided as I get very few visitors these days and considering I have nothing more to say in long form, I will be ending the blog. Its been 8 years. I can concentrate on my other projects, which also get no visitors. See you all, although there is no one else reading this.
Most people who know me in real life, know that my dad died last week. Next week is his funeral. I’ve spent the last week or so remembering the things he did, his views, his way of living. I’ve come to realise that he had the right way after all. We’ve all become consumers we save up to buy something and never really think about how we can just do it ourselves.
I’ve been trying to save for a shed for my garden, and a greenhouse. My dad’s solutions when he wanted such things was, getting some wood, old window frames, old doors, old door frames for stumps etc, and to make his own. No saving, no depending on others he just did it.
So I’ve decided to do the same. From now on if I want something I will make it myself or not have it at all. Imagine the pleasure life will be surrounded by things you made yourself with your own hands, in your own way.
Thank you Dad, you are and will always be my inspiration.