Hello, Earth. It’s me. I don’t actually use this blog to write about myself anymore, but if you took the time to look back, there was a period where I was just telling you about my life, and what was happening, and my thoughts on that. But, we have not been using Notes From The Apocalypse AKA Gonzotheater.com AKA QP Quaddle via Medium as a blog for some time. No no, it’s been a weird journey, for sure. A not insignificant portion of a blog written either in first person or epic narrative form as my alias, Agent Q. Then that narrative somewhat intersected and then overlapped with before escaping the implosion zone of the QAnon movement, inasmuch as it happened, and was a thing, but no one Awakened adequately. Successfully planned to overcome the mawing abyss of systemic, terminal, entropic decline. But, we are not giving up. Not on this end. Not like this. We already have a plan to save every human.
2023 has been a real ride, so far, and I bet that is the case for a lot of humans. I am fortunate to have work, a home, a family, friends, food, and livestock. Who could ask for anything more? Who are we to ask anything of the universe, expecting anything more than a vaguely worded “no”? No thank you. We are not interested in your pet insurance plan. If worse comes to worse, we will eat the pet ourselves and save on shipping. Another weird factor to consider in all of this, and yet another reason I so often attempt to alias or inclusive non-royal “we” things, is that my employer might stumble upon this blog some time. Some lonely afternoon, out for some laughs on the internet, but then google ads plugs in a banner against my will (some vulgar pornography/dating/hims ad)? And/or they don’t like it? I don’t want that on my conscience. Unfortunately as a human and artist I am compelled to express my inner world. What is the first amendment even worth, if we’re too afraid to get fired over internet hilarity? Well, you just try to fire me. Over internet smut. We will see you in court.
Another weird experience this year has been experimenting with AI on a more complex capacity. I wrote this book that I don’t think anyone has ever read (which is almost an achievement [in and of itself]) that was a collaborative work with a group of humans and robots. Working together to publish complete, creative, exploratory literary garbage. But we are not giving up on that, either, because there is an interesting exchange and evolution of AI generated language. We all read robot language every day, probably. Who knows if those are humans on the other end? Moreover who cares? Isn’t the point of robots to get rid of work we don’t want to do? Don’t have the time to develop or market? Monetize into a viable revenue stream, as opposed to a tax shelter trash fire? “We use the trash, for heat. It’s a closed system.”
This is often the point where I would hand this thing over to a robot to finish, but I’m not going to do it. Not for you, dear reader. Having made it this far it is but a small ways to the end. The end of this meaninglessly absurd blog post, floating out here in the datasludge like oh so much baled plastic. There was so much I wanted to tell you about, but I’m not going to. Not here. Not like this. Who even reads these things, anymore? Who would willingly subject themselves to the internet jackassery of a total stranger? Precious few. So listen, I’ll give you the good news (the only thing I can truly cling to as a beacon of meaning and hope) there IS an afterlife and it is OK.