J'achète des blocs où les gens vont se mettre dehors tout seuls, dit-elle. Je targette des gens en difficultés financières et en précarité mentale. Moi, je suis un clean-up. Je torche. Je torche des quartiers, je torche des villes. J'ai torché Hochelaga au complet!

La courtière immobilière Gabrielle Borgia

Fuck ces osties de charognes, non mais tellement fuck'em

I went thrifting tonight and I finally got a skirt. Dream accomplished ✨

Pour référence, l’entrevue à la source : https://youtube.com/shorts/_7o5DjNJB8k

Personnellement, j’ai trouvé ses paroles théâtrales vraiment joyeuses. C’est ludique, c’est plein d’entrain. Sans méchanceté. Ça me déprime de voir les réactions dans les médias sociaux par contre. Beaucoup de misogynie refoulée. C’est tout juste si on ne crie pas à l’hystérie. Beaucoup de remarques navrantes sur la santé mentale, sur la consommation de drogue. Elle exprime des émotions que certains refusent encore aujourd’hui aux femmes. Jacques Gourde ne s’est jamais fait ramassé comme ça.

Je n’ai aucune sympathie pour le PLQ, mais ces jours-ci j’en ai pour Nada Boumeftah. Pis vous autres?

Hello programmers! I’ve been making a living for a couple of decades figuring out stuff for people and coding whatever will make them happy. It’s fun. I’ve grown to prefer the people to the coding but I still get a kick out of the whole thing.

The problem is: at the job we’re being asked to pivot to vibe coding. At this point the order is to use it for all code, read the slop carefully, argue with the machine for way too long and only then open that PR. Massive productivity gains are expected. I’m appalled from an ethical, philosophical and professional standpoint. We’re a non-profit ngo ffs. My colleagues are fine with it. If I get even slightly critical the group goes awkwardly silent and I get comments on how all the programmers they know from other places don’t code anymore.

If this is how it goes from now on, I’m out. Is it really though? Are all businesses switching to vibe coding? Have some of you started switching career? I think I want to go to meatspace. Hand-made coding could make a cute hobby.

Captain Harlock, hottest pirate in the galaxy~

From one of my favorite albums ever, Euphoria. This whole album feels like overly anticipated first times, the awkwardness of it, the shivers. The tension. Clumsy, unremarkable, unforgettable moments.

I mean, if 10 years from now, when you are doing something quick and dirty, you suddenly visualize that I am looking over your shoulders and say to yourself “Dijkstra would not have liked this”, well, that would be enough immortality for me.

Edsger Dijkstra

Installation, Wood, mirror, plastic, acrylic, LED

I’ve had two wisdom teeth removed as a teenager since they were growing horizontally. The two others were left there because they were pretty far in, removing them was riskier and they weren’t causing any trouble. Gum was tender lately and this morning I realized this is because a wisdom tooth just erupted.

Moral of the story: there’s no age for coming out.

This is a vent and probably a trauma dump too, although I'm probably asking for something despite my inability to word it. I'll try not to make it too specific but it needs to come out so bad. I'm so fucking lonely. It's a gigantic painful hole of solitude dug just under the sternum.

I'm slowly pulling myself out of a disastrous marriage. She has issues, I have issues, and we've been feeding each other's issues for years. I haven't existed for a long time. I haven't acted on negative or positive signals from myself in a long time. I just soaked it all up. There's still a lot of sorting out to do and it'll most probably be a whole bucket of pain all along the way.

We have a child. Our daughter's amab and she rightfully hates her mother, who's said horrible things to her throughout her life. She is predictably fucked up. She's only out as trans to me and has basically given up on life at this point. She lives at night, she dropped out of college, she's unable to cope with basic social interactions and it's become increasingly hard to get her to eat meals. She's shutting me out. I have basically no idea what's going on with her emotionally anymore. I'm ridden with guilt on so many levels.

Me and my daughter moved out of home and are staying with relatives. We have our own rooms but it's not an easy situation. We have our own psychologists and our own family doctors.

I knew my sexual orientation's fluid for a long time. I've admitted it to myself for a much shorter time. I've mostly come out as bi in the last days. What I didn't expect is how as soon as I've started to quit the heteronormative role of a cishetero husband, the gender fluidity would hit me so crazy hard. I've made some simple changes to the way I present which feel unbelievably intense and emancipating. I feel things I thought I would never feel again and others that are completely new to me. It's like permafrost thawing but in a good way.

On the other hand I also feel like a pet completely cut off from their species. I'm so. Fucking. Lonely. I have no friends, let alone queer ones. It takes a tremendous effort to maintain the faith that this is valid, that I'm valid. That I'm not being silly. That this isn't one of those mid-life crisis that men go through and that everybody laughs about. I mean I know buying an expensive sports car isn't like buying buttplugs and nail polish but still you know.

So if you read all that thank you so much and please don't be shy. I hope your day is bright! I'll go touch grass for a little while now.