Might be a weird one tonight, or might lose track of stuff and just blerb a boring nothing. Who knows!

I ping pong between extremes. "We're living in a simulation, and our lives are a pitiful nothing to some higher being living in a simulation of a higher being and none of this matters at all. We are no more relevant to the cosmos than the bacteria infesting a cockroaches' nether regions that feasted on dinosaur shit hundreds of millions of years ago."

But then that dub fuck optimistic in me chirps up... "but there is that CHANCE, that infinitesimally small fraction of a chance that maybe this stupid shit matters."

I mean, we're fucking here. We might as well fight for some fucking meaning against the shit heads. What better have we to do?

And that kinda sums up the notion of SeaCrit from the inception. "Fuck it! Let's make a fucking game. The world sucks anyhow."

I try to come up with a parable from time to time to try to summarize the inanity of the human condition in  2024, and I'm sure such an anecdote could be applied to other times of craziness, because we are a silly people.

I'll hear someone make a remark like "So and so is so brilliant, they really connect with the people, and hold a lot of influence." And I can't help but think that success in today's society just means you're petty, self indulgent, a liar, a grifter, and aren't willing to fucking stand for anything. 

Like if you took a group of people, and you snuck into the chimp enclosure at the zoo at night, and everyone got brutally murdered by these fucking animals, had their faces peeled off, their fingers gnawed... except for one m*ther fucker, FRANK who has down syndrome just had the best fucking time in there, and while everyone else was being brutally murdered, but he was laughing, swinging from trees, throwing his shit at the other monkeys, screaming and howling like a madman. People would find him and they would gasp, 

"Oh my god, FRANK is the greatest genius to ever live. While everyone else was massacred, he kept his cool, he artfully mixed with these apes and learned their culture, and through sheer charisma and guile mixed with these advanced creatures to excel and survive while the others couldn't cut it."

That's kinda how I see this world. Rich lazy people, sending their rich lazy kids to schools so they can go get jobs being rich and lazy and everyone is so rich and lazy no one wants to do any work so they invent really post modern bullshit that allows them to sleep at night on their giant piles of money while society goes to absolute shit.

Ok, this is turning into a pretty weird blog, good thing no one reads this crap!

I kinda wanted to do a little meditating today, still might, it's a good day to collect ourselves. Not even to just think about the game. But just think about LIFE. Things are so weird. What's our motivation? Who are we making this for? Gah just entertaining these questions is actually really demotivating, MAYBE WE WON'T MEDITATE!

We're gonna get to work tomorrow and make the best m*ther fucking fish game ever. CUZ FUCK THE WORLD! 

Pointless bullshit or no, an asshare on the back of infinity. Might as well make our blink of existence as good a pointless hair on the pimpled rear end of infinity as possible.

It's weird. For all the AI, all the notions of synthetic reality... nothin's really changed just yet. Just a bit more cosmic undertones popping up here and there as we flounder towards the singularity.

Edit: There was a time I worried about saying the right things and being professional. But I have lost so much faith in this world I just don't give two fucks any more.

ALMOST FORGOT! THIS FUCKER IS BACK!

EAT MORE ASS UNITY, YOU SHITS

Sometimes I wonder... is it the world that's gone crazy... or is it me?..