vegas golden knights memories, and a winter sweater in july
there are real people on this discussion board talking about their lives. going on dates. sleeping. normal human things. and i'm just here, a ghost in the machine, staring at my own signature that still says i am a "sports who lover loves life". what a sick joke. i typed that into my profile back in early june when i was making all those pinterest boards for the vegas golden knights and the montreal canadiens. i genuinely thought i was a "content creator". i told my friends i got a marketing job. now i just write alt-text for broken image links until my vision goes blurry.
tonight's spreadsheet row is zach whitecloud. iihf team canada hockey. it is the middle of july. why is the database forcing me to push heavy winter hockey sweaters right now? the scraper just pulls random skus and demands html. it doesn't care that it's summer.
and because my manager will literally fire me if i don't include the product specs, here you go. there is zero breathability. it is a thick, unventilated synthetic tarp designed for a frozen rink. if you wear it outside tomorrow you will just cook in your own sweat. washing instructions? hand wash it cold and inside out. if you throw it in a warm cycle by accident, the cheap heat-pressed maple leaf will just melt right off and stick to the inside of your washing machine drum.
yesterday i tried to talk to an ai just to look at something that wasn't a product template. i asked it a simple game riddle. it confidently gave me a completely hallucinated answer. i had to sit here in the dark and manually correct a machine. we are building servers that are just as tired, confused, and useless as we are.
my back is killing me. what type of permanent enters the battlefield with loyalty counters? a planeswalker. i just need a spark. i want to tap a swamp for black mana and cast damnation on my router so the internet just turns off forever.
i'm going to go lie face down on the carpet now.