cinderpunk
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I'm Luc and I'm a toxic, gay ginger mess from Glasgow who is a professional, crippled disaster magnet falling head-on into a middle-age crisis. In my free time, from being a sulking diva, I work with information, research, graphic & web design, photography, 3D design and I sometimes write horrid stories that I never finish or dramatic song lyrics. Be warned that I am a chatty wee bastard.
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Universal Credit has been done. Court documents have been done. My driver's license has been ... forgotten and abandoned in 2022. Oops.
I have to supervise the Polish volleyball team because my mother is at work and would unground me if I displeased her.
Twitter tells me that it's 'admin abuse day' every week. Which admins am I meant to abuse? Should I throw rotten eggs at them?
NHS stopped playing nice. They will deliver those jabs one way or another! This time - they don't ask, they demand. I'm impressed.
I have just found out that most fonts need a separate license for personal websites. RIP people who used Arial.
Dear internet, you can never beat Poland. There are human-sized Labubus near tourist attractions with which you can take paid photos.
I broke my server to figure out why SSL refused to work. The answer was - WordPress existing did that as it needed separate permissions.
Consider yourselves lucky that the internet didn't exist when me and my cousin made radio shows. Jokes were only about flying shitting cows.
Me, in the dream: URL-shortening services are too short-lived! Can I host one on cPanel? Me, awake: Ah, yeah, I can. ---> Narcolepsy + ADHD
I hate the concept of fediverse because everyone loves isolationism and is self-righteous about it. I guess a society is out of fashion.
Spent two whole days trying to embed fonts into CSS. The solution? Literally do so by converting the fonts to base64.
My mum had a nap and woke up confused as to why I wasn't at home since I sent her photos in the dream from my place ... in Windsor.
My mum said that my cousin is my new manager. I have no clue what he manages or what he charges but that's his title now.
It's weird but I do fancy my relatives liking what I do, because I make things for myself. Even better is when it is people that they know.
I don't know what is worse - my flu or my existential crisis ... or maybe my tendency to cure both with theoretical physics?
Goodbye, my friend. You sat with me through all of those Star Trek re-runs and now it is time for you to go and be a Big Phone in the world.
Things that I do for fun: get annoyed that I can't hear ... forgetting that I'm deaf.
I'm sortofish satisfied with a music video that I edited because it's very pre-2010, just as I wanted it to be. https://youtu.be/6TIOzUpFRJg
My better half was where my optimism was stored. He's been away on holidays for 36 years. Lazy bugger!
I miss humankind. I honestly do. We're all dead now. Just empty, lifeless husks imitating something sentient. Maybe an asteroid will hit?