Just a guy who likes coffee ☕ crafting simple software solutions to complex real-world 🌎 problems. Code for the people.
Basically, retrospectively, I completed enough credits for two master's degrees before graduating with any bachelor's, which is only not two itself if not for ineffably abysmal, illogically farcically unrepentently inexorably 1984-like rapaciously unstable grandiose mojo autocrapit creepshow extortive, inherently catch-22, consistently self-refuting grandoise delusions, absolute sisyphean charade delays (bear with me until I find the magic word(s) - almost more effort than the degree itself, single-handedly, in parallel with an already double workload) to leave just as I entered: double requirements for less than half rights under the most adverse of chronically misrepresented circumstances on repeat to say the utmost least. As if independently fully recovering & rehabilitating (&, of course, suffering, when get the time to feel) from years of multiple consecutive severe injuries, including total loss of not just memory but all skills & senses, including motor to complement paralyses, & hand-eye coordination, if not eye (sight) loss outright almost multiple times, each subsequent to prior recovery - & never from anything possibly seeable let alone forseeable - including recently with multiple concurrent dibilitating varying infections literally from head-to-toe & anywhere in-between coincidentally affected by prior injuries (in parallel with desperado device destruction, which is also reoccuring in itself), etc. (kind of like Bourne but real problems), while honestly & aptitudinally completing these studies (ironically including all possibly & contrastingly inconsequentially relevant, stable, & remarkably valid pre-pandemic & hence pre-GenAI credits or advanced equivalences from studies abroad with participation in formal exchanges, & much more, & this is not to mention true, empathetic individual contributions - all in the hands of those blatantly rabid attacking me & many more, whether handed or not, that group/course/year or not, etc., just like where they come from, & leave again, just like a Ponzi scheme, just like a war machine - of perfectly blind blame - perfect city/land for it it seems for now), combined with ongoing, literally 24/7 (with permanently induced sleep deprivation - & life scars & sentences - to prove), epic plagues of random (cyber, hate) wrongdoing insanity collectively continuing to harass my every breath eternal, global at all compulsive expense & (emotional, financial) harm on me with anything but support (& everything consistently stolen from, including digitally (the circumstances of the delays alone are a significant example of such fraud), but not dignity, although identity since early childhood (even including int sport & awards, first season with significantly inhibiting deep foreign body, & almost also new back injury, & ironically why, for eg.), not unless taking is giving) isn't sadistically random kafkaesque enough, & then there's also the aforementioned adverse circumstances as well, but then that's everyone's story (like GoT?, for eg, but who's Reek? & if ever a trial could only, "in all probability" possibly be won by combat, & with a duel already challenged & declined at the same time rendering me the unwitting winner by instant default it seems naturally determined already - can't lose if never existed anyway - how convenient for me when it's all about who over what), or everyone else's!? Does that then make them pretentious (by random pretense) or (somehow self-pretextually!?) invalid instead? View my studies here.
