A bunch of stuff. I mention having briefly met this woman when I was in Virginia and for which I'm assuming that someone may have insinuated that this was why my hands were poisoned. I don't know why. Is it because she has a website with her name on it? Is it because people have managed to data mine my entire life? I at one point participated in a sit in for Occupy Wallstreet - I'm assuming no one should demonstrate in favor of Palestine unless you want to be a card carrying member of Hezbollah and blow yourself up (don't kill me - that is what is called in my country "humor"). I continue to be sickened in the shelter at 1050 S. Van Ness street and I was poisoned at the Haight Street food pantry that gives food away to sick chinese old ladies on Saturdays. Fucking disgusting. Anyway, I argued with Gemini about creating a thrust engine using the brett-wheeler process and quantum entanglement which it claims has power output that is dramatically lower than I expected. Primarily because the ideal photon rocket calculation has force equivalent to power divided by the speed of light given negligible mass. Emitting plasma is more powerful, but still neglible in terms of available thrust. And, even if difficult to create, a fusion drive powered ship is more ideal (which says nothing about fusion being net energy positive - we're talking about using lasers to fuse deterium and throwing it out the back of a space ship. Honestly I'm a little disappointed that my laser ship is impractical. I still have my doubts that the numbers are necessarily correct coming from Google Gemini so I may ask a bunch of other LLMs later. It's hard to know what information it's model is trained on. If someone were a horse's ass (which is a large cross section of the population) you could just have it trained on Hollywood movies so it tells you things that it thinks are entertaining.
Anyway, that's what I've been working on recently. The rest of it is going around and trying my best to stop plague and then writing down everything that is happening to me. I don't want to I just don't have a choice and I'm tired of being sickened by crazy people. So what follows are the notes that I'm going to be distributing around town. Oh! And I made my website more efficient by including a section that's just devoted to the blog now so that I don't have all the extraneous bits that were creating large page load times. The current bout of sick happens to be giving my hands inflamation so that it's more difficult or painful to type which appears to be sick that someone in City College was excited to give me so that they won something. "Have a good one/won!" I fucking despise this place. Part of the obnoxious shit people around here will do is that they'll play act stupid shit in order to tell me things and then see if they can manipulate me while repeatedly sickening me. Like going around everywhere and sniffing at me. If I eat something wrong they'll make horse noises with their lips (until I somehow get my lips fucked up so they protrude from my face which you can see in large sections of the town). They like to demonstrate what part of your body is fucked up by going up to you and doing something with that body part in order to indicate "we may have fucked up you hands, but at least your lips don't cover half of your face through generalized inflammation or poisoning". It's because they're psychotic and evil and there's no amount of fixing things that will fix evil asshole.
Like my back is fucked up and now my fingers are screwed up to the point where sitting in front of a computer is physically painful so that it hurts to work. Which is the only thing that I want to do or care about. I'm not going to get a job doing menial labor after all the people around me have spent the last three years poisoning and misleading me. Some cunt did "spirit" fingers at me in City College to indicate that he knew that having my fingers poisoned was apparently something that was known and comes from Occupy Wallstreet for some reason. So I *immediately* write this down on my blog, put it on two dozen pieces of paper and put it all over town. And I do this every single fucking time until it stops or I'm killed. I'm not going to put up with people poisoning me and then seeing if they can remind me of how they did it. If they do that then everyone in the entire city will know where this happened and how it made me sick. Until someone makes this right or I die. Here are the pictures of the notes that I'm distributing across town and also of the "Quick Oats" that was distributed by the sick chinese food pantry in the Haight district that contained poisonous metal slivers in it.
Here's the first letter.
Here's the second letter.
Here's the third letter.
Here's the fourth letter.
Here's the fifth letter.
Here's the sixth letter.
And here are the images of the poisonous food that was given to me by the little old chinese lady plague monsters that are in the most expensive part of the entire fucking city.