I try harder than the average person to preserve privacy. But then I think about the cameras in the streets, the airports, the malls, the facial scanning etc. and I’m like wtf am I even doing? I live in an inescapable panopticon and I think my faraday fanny pack is effective? 🫠😂 Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop but some days it just hits you that maybe the best you can do is obscure the model. And that’s okay.

At the gym today, listening to Rage Against the Machine, pretending they didn’t just become part of the machine. It got me thinking about how our favourite artists generally blew up in their idealistic 20s, when they wanted to fight for something. Most of them were then offered positions within the machine that was packaged to them as being an activist. The machine is well oiled and great at picking out the disruptors and psy-opping them into compliance with the machine under the guise of fighting it.

Wiping off the buttons on the treadmill at the gym tells me you probably reported your neighbours for having company over in 2020.

The same reason I didn’t line up to get a Covid shot is the same reason I’m not rushing out to shoot peptides into my ass.

The last time I felt any social cohesion in Canada was the last Tragically Hip concert before Gord Downie died. We all gathered in parks, watched the show on big screens, and showed our appreciation for Gord. It’s basically been a downhill-only rollercoaster since then.

Oh yeah, boomer? You bought your house for 4 blueberries and a bindle of sticks? You couldn’t even place bets on the death of world leaders on Polymarket. Pffft.

I cannot understate how shocked 20 year old me would be to hear that in his 40s, he will be into country music, and Christianity.

There’s still a part of me that’s drawn to Canadian hockey pride, even if I don’t really have much general Canadian pride left. Mostly because Newfoundland doesn’t have an international hockey team.

I’ve been telling myself that I want to train Muay Thai for years now. Finally stopped being a little bitch and went to the MMA gym today. Go to pay, guy says I can pay in bitcoin if I want. Meant to be, innit?

Early retirement appears to be the most popular punishment for being connected to a global pedo ring. 🤷🏻‍♂️

BREAKING: Leaked documents confirm birds aren’t real. Or something like that. It’s 2026 and nothing is off the table.

Might move to Surrey, B.C. I’ve heard great things.

Every time I look to see what’s going on in Canada, I think to myself, that is not a real country. And I’m Canadian.

Remember, if you’re feeling too warm in your house, so is your bitaxe.

This is the first year in 10 years of sobriety where I did not make a post on centralized social media about it. In some ways that’s trivial, in other ways it’s me breaking free of that world. I downloaded all my photos from Instagram and am soon to delete the account. One by one, inching my way towards Nostr maximalism. Kinda like selling off the last of your shitcoins and committing to something meaningful.

Today marks 10 years of sobriety for me. 10, fucking, years. In one sense it feels remarkable, and in another sense, completely mundane. For 10 consecutive years, each day, I’ve chosen to be more present to my reality. Problems arise, and I choose to face them rather than drink or drug them away. My reality for so long consisted of waking up to a drink. It was a physical necessity in the latter years of drinking. To have escaped that hell is something I’m forever grateful for, and I’m grateful for all the helping hands that pulled me up out of that hole. It’s a day of reflection, and also at the same time, just another day. But another day is quite a gift, innit?