Movies
September 17th, 2025
My canned cod liver came in the mail yesterday. I ate it for breakfast.
On my morning commute, the bike ride was pleasant as I watched the morning sun ripple against the waves. Then in my distraction, I swerved out of almost hitting the curb.
There was a protest at an AI convention I passed by. I recall the protesters crying, "You don't understand the blood that will be shed!" or to something of that degree. I don't think I understand either.
At the climbing gym, I messed around with new V1s and struggled. My body was weaker still recovering from the flu, and it had been nearly a week since I last climbed. When I showered, I covered my private parts with a towel properly so as to not flash fellow climbers.
At the train station, a passerby asked me if the limited train would make a stop at Redwood City. I looked it up on ChatGPT and replied, "Yes it would." He patted me on the back and said thank you. I guess I was in such a friendly mood that random strangers felt comfortable enough to touch me.
I hopped on the train and decided not to work on pull requests. The code could wait. I stared out the window and watched the clouds roll by. To and from.
At work, I made idle chit-chat with a coworker about movies. She began by criticizing herself, saying she shouldn't be watching TV, but I showed interest in the TV she had been watching. She particularly liked thriller movies, so I made a recommendation for the thriller flick Predestination. I recommend avoiding spoilers if you're going to watch. It has one of the best depictions of time travel I've seen in my life.
I asked if she liked Midsommar, and she said she didn't and it was too gory. She said I should watch it and let her know if I liked it. Maybe I will, but I don't like horror or gore to begin with.
Train Ride Home
I went home a little earlier today. On the train, I did some overdue cloud watching.
There was a cute girl in a cute green dress. I didn't speak to her and simply biked home.
I did laundry. Cooked a chicken thigh for dinner. Ate my beans.
Gentle Acceptance
God. I'm lonely. I messaged the girl from Hinge, but she hasn't responded for a while. I think I'm okay with that.
It's just. I think my life is just in a general way is more or less going to be... alone.
I'm going to try to put on some muscle. Maybe muscle will solve all my problems. To be honest, clearing up my skin, losing the glasses, and wearing nice clothes actually cleared up a lot of problems. Surface level solutions might solve deep-rooted issues, who knows. Maybe it's the pessimist in me.
Earlier today I told myself I'd clear my head from all that dating culture junk. And live more like Frog and Toad or Winnie the Pooh or Arthur.
Right. The world is quite loud nowadays. The internet telling you this or that about man, woman, child, society, or this guy that guy.
Women like it when a man pays.
Women don't like it when a man pays.
Let a woman pay.
Don't let a woman pay.
Men should lead.
Men shouldn't have to lead.
Men should be tall.
Men should be funny.
Men should charismatic.
Men should nonchalant, but not too nonchalant, like, a little chalant, but...
Hey...
What about Lanhful? What should Lanhful be?
Why, that's the most important question. I'm glad you asked. Cheers, friend.