Just a guy who likes coffee ☕ crafting simple software solutions to complex real-world 🌎 problems. Code for the people.
Basically, 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 inexorably 1984-like rapaciously creepshow extortive, inherently catch-22, consistently unrepentently self-refuting, 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) 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 attacking me & many more, whether handed or not, 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 now it seems), 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 & 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 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?), or everyone else's!? Does that then make them pretentious (by random pretense) or (somehow self-pretextually!?) invalid instead? View my studies here.
