2026-05-31 ~ 11:48am

i am starting to get some work done but i feel very slow and laggy because jail ruined my health and i need a re-up on my meds. working like a glacier do @ starbux by the common weeWoo

2026-05-24 ~ 9:48pm

a rainy day. a great to stay home and avoid injury; work on infra. i ignored this like a champ and injured myself before staying home to avoid injury and work on infra. i feel so fucking fat and it is awful. some people tell my dancing seems sexual. and there's the problem right there -- I'm not dancing, I'm stretching, ok? fuck off. i hate people. but i can keep that on the shelf and do tech things for money too. oh, there's a tech week this week? ok? time to get my marbles in a row -- we're talking orthogonal, here. seems like the right moment. i keep asking the people who are saying there's a problem who the person who has a problem is, but i cannot find them and receieve a clear description of the problem... and do you know how fast you weren't going, officer? i asked the cop in the hostel lobby. because i was doing my own thing with earbuds and there's cops and sorry officers, you're interfering with an official NEVENEN operation. have a good day sir. it is so tiresometime to tell officers of the law to move along. multiple times in a week. i purchased the LARGE PLANNER [diabolical laughter] and we got that marble rolling time to figure out some SSL after a quick break. thank you for tuning into nevenen fuck the system

2026-05-19 ~ 3:08pm

wee woober over to da waltham court and now there's the 19th and hello, we were talking of disposing this case lawyer man. last court, the judge was on vacatation so you mulliganed and i stayed in jail another month. then the judge is on vacation and stay in jail another month. and now he's floating OH MAYBE TWO YEARS PROBATION when last we talked, the case was deflating. so WHICH IS IT? i want a new lawyer. come back tomorrow for your lawyer. ok. go downstairs for probation first the conditions of your release... and okay, this is fucking creepy you're just going to lock me up in a dungeon again it sounds like? stop abusing me please i just want to work out. i could go back to court now. i should probably go back tomorrow. but they might throw me in a dungeon again so i am updating my website saying: this is terrible, you people are terrible. walked out of that court creeped out see you tomorrowq

2026-05-11 ~ 1:28am

motherfuckers. you motherfuckers. there are no decent grocery stores within walking distance and the chocolate milk i buy i turned out to be chunky and spoiled.... and it's like, you see? i give these motherfuckers one chance, and they'll take me out with food poisonining. jail was very keen to take my teeth, lest i not watch them carefully.... or, well, people use toothpaste as glue to hang shit up so they stopped handing out toothpaste when asked. and because dental work is expensive, when you have a cavity in jail, you either have to live with it let them EXTRACT the tooth for you. like they're doing you a favor. my cellie for the last few weeks was increasing pain from a cavity waiting for court date blood in the clogging sink and regular conversations about today's pus. then i'd been very careful to ensure a toothpaste supply pipeline, but court said you have 88 days served go back to jail for two days and since i did not expect to go back SENTENCED my shit wasn't packed [they didn't give me any time anyways yelling hurry up to checkpoint] and then so i am in jail for the night with NO TOOTHPASTE. you motherfuckers. like, okay, no one actually in the jail boardroom said LET'S KILL THEIR TEETH -- but you couldn't do better if you tried, really. and my cellie is probably in there right now telling whoever replaced me about his pus. so let's add this: what did josh do to deserve that? in addition to what did i to deserve what jail did to my physical body; killed my physical conditioning. i have a scar on my skull from C.O.s smashing it into the floor; what did i do to deserve that? but really, what no one deserves is josh's FARTS my sympathies for his next cellie/gas chamber victim... and what did he do deserve to have the structural integrity of his choppers treated with such disdain? the answer: he does not deserve this dental reality

2026-05-09 ~ 9:05pm

ohhhhh ferrr. the new phone that arrived cracked that i paid to get glass repaired is now waiting forever for icloud login i think the phone is just fucking stuck like that until that battery runs out. most annoying is that it won't turn off and you're sitting on my SIM card so i can't call mom.

2026-05-09 ~ 20:18

what time is it? where am i? the echo chamber that is planet earth still seems to be functioning. it's raining. i got the freaking new used phone i got delivered cracked repaired and now waiting forever to sign into the icloud. suitably, it's raining. i've been waiting for it to log into my icloud forever. i'm hoping it's because it's recovering all the data lost when my plan expired when it didn't get paid because i was in jail. that would be nice if it was actually getting my stuff for me, instead of losing it. unlike society... which.... i shuffled over my stuff at someone's garage, and yes -- the watertown police or the court or something probably still has my fanny pack in a corner somewhere. it is not a dire need but i am out like $150 then the utility of the contents... so yes, it'd be nice if icloud still had my shit thanks i'll keep waiting

2026-05-08 ~ 12:17

i just realized i used yesterday's yesterday for yesterday's date, when i dated yesterday, in my previous entry. got that? ok. no, wait, that's wrong. i simply didn't write anything yesterday. ...or did i?

...and this is what jail has done to my brain: scrambled eggs. baby, how i love your legs. did you know those were the original working lyrics McCartney ["macca"] used while writing "Yesterday"? "Yesterday... so many blah blah blah so far away..." now, instead: "scrambled eggs, baby how i really love your legs -- like yesterday." then these were working lyrics [those responsible for those working those working, the lyrics -- have been sacked], and obviously he replaced them with something that wasn't ridiculous before recording the song. you see? like that.

that, yes -- my brain is very working lyrics right now. it's not my regular brain that i'm used to; instead it's a phonetic scaffolding where thinking goes approximately like: "ok, yes, now that i've thought that, i guess that's what i think?" and i'm experiencing timeline dilation when i try to remember what i did two days ago.

perhaps i simply didn't write anything yesterday; i really did write that on wednesday. wednesday, however, was so intricate and full of logistical spam that it makes yesterday sort of a footnote, as far as my memory is concerned. because in jail, it's absolutely impossible to get that much done in a month. my brain gives the memory of writing it a once-over, and -- "we got all that done wednesday? and this entry, too? that can't be. we must have written that yesterday and spaced on that date, hah! and that's how spaced we are -- right, self? [right]." -- yes, you want a freaking trip? experience odd time dilations? go to jail for two and a half months and then [in the sense of hyperbole and a half] DO ALL THE THINGS; a day or two later you'll look back at that day and tell yourself: that was a crazy week, yessir

what's worse is what jail has done to my body. i feel so sluggish and out of shape. i would like to say: for real, what the fuck humanity. what jail does to your body is a freaking crime. banning me from listening to the music i like is beyond cruel. being forced to sit around all day and eat nothing but starch slowly turning into a blob where did all my muscles go and STOP TRYING TO KILL MY TEEF, JAIL, if i hadn't had the foresight to bring my toothbrush and toothpaste when i was transferred from one hellhole to another, i would not have been able to brush my teeth for like TEN DAYS because, question: "toothpaste?" answer: "talk to a case worker." question: "do i have a case worker?" answer: "no." question: "when will i have a case worker?" answer: "HUH?! WHAT? ...what do you want?" question: "when will i have case worker:" answer: "GO TO YOUR CELL" later, question: "when will i have a case worker?" answer: inmate was provided toothpaste and a hygene kit; did not have to sternly be told to order his own fucking nail clippers from canteen this time thank you very much

i would also note that i got right out in front of that one ~ as soon as i got to the jail [with my toothpaste] i got right on getting more toothpaste from the jail [because i knew i'd need more toothpaste by the time they put me through all their bullshit giving me more toothpaste].

what the fuck, humanity. denying me my workouts and music and feeding me horrible slop and trying to kill my teeth. what the fuck, everyone? what do you have to say for yourselves? i'm not going to do anything except brush my teeth and physical therapy and sleep etc. etc. but i would like to know, like, actually -- what. the. fuck

...and i'm still not sure if i wrote that entry yesterday or not. not because i'm having some sort of a brain fart, but because my memory of that day feels like... oh, jump around for a few days with weights on your legs, then take them off. hang onto that feeling of sensory distortion... now that same feeling, but with time. that's what i have now, yep. and gosh does it feel weird. so, nope, not a brain fart -- but it makes trying to draw up a schedule feel like a continuous brain fart, and that feels even weirder

2026-05-06 ~ 12:17




bug report: when trying to cross Tremont St. walking along Boylston St. towards the Tatte, the crosswalk button situation is simply out of hand. standing clear of the umbrella rack construction lattice scaffolding, i wondered: is this thing working? is the light itself operating by some sort of actual plan that includes me crossing the street?

because it's been a few minutes. the red LED on the only nearby crosswok button is lit, indicating that The Button Has Been Pressed [yes sir, but not by me -- it was like that when i got there!]. it Has Been Pressed for a few minutes now, too. being a bored engineer hacker whatever, i've decided to wait it out simply because, well... puckish curiosity. that, i could dash across the street -- but, heck -- IS THIS THING ACTUALLY WORKING? because i don't think it is working and me, spotting a potential bug -- just picture me pausing for a moment to appreciate aurora borealis in the sky; hang on. i'm just studying this. indulging my inner child [which, at three, began disassembling a live table lamp moments after being introduced to screwdrivers]. some people watch birds. i do too sometimes, but i also watch traffic lights. intersections. crosswalk buttons. possibly broken crosswalk buttons. is it broken?

...ok, yes -- it. is. broken. -- i thot -- i could stand here all night and it'd not go unless someone else triggered it elsewhere, i think? i had the urge to go tear off some panels and try to debug the situation, but no, i'm no expert, no sir -- i'd just get arressted, tresspassed, possibly electrocuted, and, darn it -- still not actually fix the problem. because i'm no expert; nope. don't have the expert tools required [why, yessir, you'll need the {torx security bit #etc}]. however, i am an expert in, er... recognizing the lack of an expert -- and i don't think anyone planned for this thing to be broken; i'm not mad at anyone. i get that This Shit Is Complicated and These Things Happen -- but, whoever fixes these things -- please fix it. there. you've officially been bothered

[[[ DETAILS ~ seems to trigger fine crossing from the other side of the street; this is a problem that only happens when it's late and there aren't many people out -- then there's no one across the street to Press The Button. daytime, people always there... The Button Expires; The Button Is Pressed. over and over. but at night... when there's no one on the corner by Tatte to Press The Button, i'm pretty sure the button on the Chinatown side is broken. but i'm not an expert, and i could be wrong.]]]




anyways, in an ideal world -- one in which i am actually allowed to fix the things as i please ~ first, i'd research it. study it... but no, i don't have expert tools; i've just trainspotted a Button Bird. i wouldn't touch any of the jargon before i had a plan. anything other than look but don't touch has to be part of a coherent, short, A-to-B plan; that's how i avoid biting off more than i can chew. limit the scope... my ideal is taking the problem out as a sniper does; a clean shot clear away from getting my hands dirty. because it IS a traffic light, after all. so i'd study it. research it. fathom it. admire it

though i [citizen, pedestrian, shuffle dancer, etc] am currently not allowed to touch any of that jargon -- if someone were to PAY ME MONEY me to mess with traffic lights, then not only would i would be allowed to touch all the traffic lights, but i would likely be required to do so, because then i would be employed.

however -- electrician's license, right. you may as well put in the hours to be a commercial airline pilot; you'll be done sooner. before you get [the thing you need to be allowed to have that job] you need to put in a ridiculous number of logged hours under a master electrician, and for that you need one handy for thousands of hours or something [...you do, right? oh! well, neither do i. who wants to be an intern for four years?].

yet, yet -- it is an intricate thing, really: what are those blue junction boxes called? i don't know. like donald rumsfeld, i respect the unknown unknowns -- i don't know what the blue boxes are called. i do know, however, they're required in new construction in massachusetts, for fire safety. master electricians know a million things like... oh, networked smoke detectors? there's a real can of worms. the wiring confuses the heck out of me. five wires? four? ...some of the lines are ANALOG?! voltage levels, and... WOW, what?! i've built modular synthesizers for heck's sake and i can't imagine having to actually SIGN OFF and certify that, yessir, all 17 smoke detectors in this duplex unit are plugged in correctly.






anyways, i do need a job. is sysadmin of boston an open position? lmk