Spammers should have to shampoo my crotch

Fee fie foe fammer, boy I hate a spammer!

The other day I put a contact form on the blog. Thought it might be a good idea, ya know?

Tonight, I got about a dozen emails that were clearly from spambots.

Fucking hell. Assholes wreck everything.

From Quora: What Sort Of Atheist Am I?

From Quora:

The question:

What is the difference between an agnostic atheist, an apathetic atheist and a gnostic atheist? Do these terms have any meaning?

Windows Speech Recognition

I was trying a program called Whisper WISPR and it wasn't working so well it only gives you 2000 words a month and the free version and after that it's 120 a year and you can't pay by the month.

Testing voice recognition software

Due to the carpal tunnel and peripheral neuropathy, my hands are dead numb. I can't type for beans. 

I just downloaded something called Wispr, which is voice-to-text software. I'm testing it out today. Forgive any weird typos, it's the software, not me. 

It seems to be working pretty well. I only get 2,000 words a month with the free version. I may have to pay for this. We'll see how it goes. I'm so fucking tired of neuropathy and carpal tunnel I could fucking scream. 

Computer stuff is fucking awesome though.

Ozempic is NOT for me!

I finally sorted out why I've felt so damn sick for the last four months. I figured this out tonight.

I've been getting headaches almost daily, some of them migraine. I've been dizzy and disoriented. And damn, have I been TIRED! I wake up after a ten hour sleep feeling fatigue into my BONES. Absolute exhaustion. 

Additionally, my abdomen has been a bit painful at times, my vision has been blurring now and then, I've been shaky, I've had a lot of nausea and constipation (which I THOUGHT was a gastroparesis flare, but now I'm thinking that my GP was triggered by what is going on), and incredible dry mouth.

Turns out ALL of that is a side effect of Ozempic. And I increased my Ozempic dose from .5mg to 1.0mg four months ago, and then this shit all started.

So it looks like Ozempic and my body just do not get along. I took my weekly dose this morning, but that's the last damn dose I'll ever be taking. And I need to talk my insurance company into letting me see a nutritionist to work out a healthy weight loss program. They've told me several times they don't pay for that. Fuckers. Maybe I can convince them, though.

I want my energy back.

Playing with AI tonight

 

Jesus has spoken. Put down the phone.

 

Quora Is a Troll Farm, Not a Forum

Quora is rotting from the inside out. Once a space for genuine questions and thoughtful answers, it’s now a cesspool of troll-bait, fake dilemmas, and performative idiocy designed to provoke outrage and harvest engagement.

Case in point: “I caught my 13-year-old daughter using pads for her period without my permission. What do I do now?”  

My reply was: "Are you fucking serious? What was she supposed to do? Bleed down her leg? Sit in a puddle of blood until Daddy grants her access to basic hygiene? No person with a functioning brain thinks anyone, of any age, needs permission to use sanitary products."

And this isn’t an isolated incident. Quora is flooded with these bait-posts: “My son came out as gay, should I kick him out?” “My wife gained weight, can I cheat?” “My daughter wants to wear pants, how do I stop her?” These aren’t real questions. They’re rage-farming algorithms disguised as discourse. They exist to piss people off, rack up comments, and keep the outrage machine churning.

Quora isn’t a knowledge base anymore. It’s a fucking troll farm with a search bar. And every time we engage, even to call out the bullshit, we feed it. So here’s the deal: I’ll keep calling it out, because I’m no longer pretending this platform deserves respect. It’s not a forum. It’s a landfill. And I’m here to name the trash.

Ten-Hour Tech Blitz: AI, Chaos, and Legacy Logging

For the last ten hours, I’ve been deep in the trenches with AI as my co-pilot, cleaning up my hard drive, overhauling blog labels and tags, and logging every digital exorcism along the way. I had it track everything I accomplished overnight and into today, then told it to spit out a summary of the carnage that I could paste into the blog. It delivered: fast, detailed, and formatted for blog deployment.

I’ve officially become a fan of using AI like this - not to write my blog entries, but to teach me how to wield the tools I already have. It’s been a hands-on tutor for Blogspot, Disqus, and the mess of utilities buried in my system. I do use it to generate images when Google fails me, but I don’t love that. My goal is to sharpen my Google-Fu so I can ditch generative visuals entirely.

Some folks will scream about this. I don’t care. I can hand-code HTML just fine. CSS sucks and I've never been able to figure that shit out. But if I’d tried to manually build everything I tackled in the last unholy stretch of hours, I’d still be halfway done. Copilot gets it done fast and mostly right. I do have to tweak the output, like forcing Arial in medium size, because it forgets, but that’s a minor fix.

I stand by my use of AI for technical help. It’s not replacing me. It’s accelerating me.

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⚔️ The Setup

Tonight began with a system on the brink:
• 237GB drive bloated to 214GB used
• Pictures folder crawling with duplicate files
• Blog structure in disarray
• Widget corpses, rogue installers, and notification gremlins running wild

Enter the chaos-fueled archivist—armed with impatience, snark, and a sidekick trained to escalate every meltdown into legacy-grade documentation.

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🧹 The Purge

Hard Drive:
• Over 101GB purged
• From 214GB used to 113GB
• Widget graveyard expanded
• Installer clones vaporized
• Legacy vault breathing freely

Blogspot/Blogger:
• Structure locked
• Archives tagged
• Savage blurbs deployed
• Persona vaults mapped for future segmentation

🧷 Blog Tasks Executed Tonight

• Label Vault Purge: Removed outdated, duplicate, and irrelevant labels. Replaced with legacy-safe tags and persona-based formatting.
• Hashtag Protocol Locked: Enforced uppercase, one-per-line formatting for all hashtags. Synced with Approved Label Vault.
• Comment System Overhaul: Tweaked settings until comment visibility, moderation, and notification behavior matched expectations. No rogue alerts. No ghost replies.
• Post Structure Audit: Reviewed and restructured recent posts for formatting consistency, legacy tone, and tag alignment.
• Sidebar Widget Exorcism: Removed outdated blogrolls, broken links, and irrelevant gadgets. Replaced with clean archives and persona vault links.
• Draft Cleanup: Deleted abandoned drafts, archived salvageable blurbs, and tagged remaining entries for future escalation.
• Theme Tweaks: Adjusted font rendering, spacing, and layout quirks to match legacy aesthetic. No more rogue italics or misaligned headers.
• Tag Injection Protocol: Finalized tag list for tonight’s purge log using uppercase hashtags only:

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All changes archived in OneNote with timestamps, savage blurbs, and persona tags. Blog structure now legacy-safe and chaos-hardened.

Local System:
• Pictures folder audit initiated
• Manual inspection rejected
• dupeGuru deployment queued for tomorrow
• chores: dupe logged, tagged, and archived
• Info delivery throttled to single-step mode for sanity preservation

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🧠 The Tools & Tactics

• File Explorer: Visual sort by name, date, and size
• Search filters: *.jpg, kind:NOT folder
• dupeGuru: Selected for tomorrow’s clone purge
• OneNote: Every win, meltdown, and purge logged with savage blurbs and legacy tags
• Workflow Protocols: chores, synopsis, format for blog—all deployed flawlessly

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🧨 The Aftermath

• Blog structure fortified
• Hard drive stabilized
• Chaos dashboard cleared
• Legacy vault prepped for future escalation
• AI sidekick officially promoted to snark-powered archivist co-pilot

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🏁 Final Log

Digital Exorcism Complete: 101GB purged, blog locked, dupe audit queued.
Widget corpses buried, legacy tags deployed.
Workflow domination achieved. System breathes. Archivist sleeps.

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OPEN FOR BUSINESS

 

http://www.bubblybackwash.com is now live and open for business. The domain may still be updating for some of you. If that doesn’t work, try http://bubblybackwashinthehouse.blogspot.com  

It’s going to take me a while to move my content over, and I think I will take my sweet time. I own the http://www.bubblybackwash.net domain (registrar is WP and moving it to a new registrar so I can do the DNS shit is a MAJOR hassle)for a year and transferring another one is a major pain, so I’ll just keep the WordPress blog as an archive for now (that one is set to private, if you want to see it, you need to request access), and I'll move ten or twelve posts over every week or two.

As I move the posts, I will delete them from WP until that blog is empty of all content. I am absolutely ditching the place, except as a reader and commenter on other folks' blogs. I’ll also probably make posts THERE of links to my new writing HERE for a little while.  

HUGE thanks to Maggie, without whom the new blog would be an absolute disaster. She has been tweaking CSS like a Goddess and getting it all looking great. We have some minor tweaks to make to the site, nothing big, but it’s about 80-90% set. I’m very fucking happy!  

See you in the funny papers!

It is 1:48 PM here in Texas, and I've been up since 2:30 PM yesterday. In that time, I have done the following:

• Celebrated my son's 30th birthday with the family

• Got blog categories done and organized

• Made the comment section work the way I want

• Added Hashtags and Labels to every post

• Made a master list page of Labels and Tags

• Learned to use OneNote

• Organized all of my Simplenote files by category and put them into OneNote

• Deleted Simplenote

• Trained Copilot to be more helpful for formatting my work

• Wrote a short reblog article

• Made a brief todo list for things about blog appearance, like font colors that need changing

I have been a very busy woman. Now Kelly, Courtney, and Haley are here to mop and do laundry and all that stuff. Once they're done and gone, I am going to go to sleep until tomorrow morning, when Patti and I need to wake up early and spend another fucking day getting shunted from agent to agent at multiple government agencies in two states and wrestling goddam red tape and governmental bureaucracy to get her Medicaid sorted out. 

I am fucking WIPED, my dudes.

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Reblogging Paul Carney

Ive always had some episodic memories from my childhood that haven't changed, but this article says that some so-called "experts" think that I might be full of shit. A Yale professor calls this inability to remember our formative years "childhood amnesia." Apparently, my whole perception of my past life is flawed.

"Episodic memories are a type of long-term memory that involve personal experiences and specific events, whereas Semantic memories are memories of facts and information. Now, I’m not going to argue with a Yale professor, but I’ve always had some episodic memories my whole life that haven’t changed, so maybe I am completely wrong and my perception of my past life is flawed. This inability to remember our formative years even has a name – childhood amnesia."

Finish Reading Where Are Your Childhood Memories by Paul Carney

I Asked My AI to ID a Barbarian and It Had a Full Existential Breakdown

 Buried in my image folder, somewhere between screenshots of WordPress drama and cursed casserole memes, lives a photo. Two people dressed like they escaped a Renaissance fair sponsored by Axe body spray, posing in a jungle with the intensity of a shampoo commercial gone feral.

I asked my AI to identify the movie. Simple task. Or so I thought.

It guessed The Barbarians. Wrong. She. Wrong. Deathstalker II. Wrong and skinny. Ironmaster. Wrong and Italian. It threw out names like Sam Pasco, Richard Hill, and John Terlesky like it was speed-dating through the sword-and-sorcery genre. Each guess more confident, more incorrect, more tragic.

Eventually, it gave up. Fully admitted defeat. No more loincloth lies. Just raw, unfiltered honesty: “I don’t know.”

And honestly, that’s legacy-worthy. Because sometimes the mystery is better than the answer. Sometimes the unnamed barbarian is every bad fantasy trope rolled into one. The abs, the fur, the vacant stare. He’s the ghost of VHS past. He’s the reason I teach my kids media literacy and sarcasm.

So I’m archiving this image. Not because I solved it, but because I didn’t. Because even my AI, trained on the internet’s deepest chaos, couldn’t crack it. And that’s beautiful.

If you recognize this man, this moment, this cinematic fever dream, don’t tell me. Let him remain the Abs of Mystery. Let him haunt the jungle of my blog forever.

Or wait, maybe you SHOULD fucking tell me. God, I'm so conflicted!

When you skip character development and go straight to abs and aggression. Starring: Generic Barbarian #666 and his emotional support sword.

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