A Tale of Three Continents
The view from the cockpit was of mixed altitudes today, but nowhere near close enough to the ground to cause any significant distress. Although from the varied heights I did manage to spot that our little podcast has now spanned three continents, namely Europe, America and Asia. Weird to think that someone in Russia is listening to a Scottish guy in a shed explain why and how he stopped smoking weed.
This is the wild ride that is “recalibration anxiety”, one minute you’re way above the clouds and can see for miles, the next you’re only just managing to clear the Andes, narrowly missing a bunch of lost looking Uruguayan rugby players chewing on what appears to be spare ribs. This is not down to anhedonia, this is down to spending all night discussing stocks/shares and the best PC set up for video production with my technical adviser Vertex. There really isn’t much I can do when my newly forming brain locks on to a target, I just kind of have to hit “fire”. Not that long a go I would have hit a joint and missed out on all the newly found fun, and I did learn a little, not least of all, the fact that I can no longer function efficiently on only a few hours sleep anymore.
One of my older great joys was to wake up and quickly scan through Twitter (now X) matrix style. The thing about Twitter in them days was that you didn’t need to read everything, you could scan your feed at high speed and pick up any patterns brewing that may indicate something might have happened in the exciting world of Scottish politics. Not anymore, these days are past now, and in the past, they shall remain. Apart from anything else the new icon that sits on my iPhone screen looks like it leads to a porn site and the pristine chronologically ordered feed has been practically buried, allowing the far right bullshit engulfing the UK right now free reign and unashamed promotion at every flick of the thumb. I mean I know how to configure it correctly, but I’m not sure many others do as I frequently see posts like “Why can’t I see any of the posts from people I follow anymore?” At that point it’s best to give up, Musk’s mission accomplished I guess. I really do feel it’s only a matter of time before we find Elon Musk hiding in an old volcano stroking his pussy.
Saturday today so we shall see what the weekend brings, although going by the weather it looks like broken ankles and “It’s a pair of these you want, Timpson’s £19.99”.
The march to the wall continues unabated
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