It’s funny how much of the YouTube content on the ClawdBot meta vehemently admonishes crypto and its participants, with many pointing out that the constant grifting ruins everything.
Tempo 2 mile run today.
Goal was 2 miles at 8:20/mile.
I came in at 16:44 (4 seconds over)
My excuse is tired legs from the gym + a kid in a stroller weighing me down.
Can only get better from here 😤
Beach day yesterday.
4 families. About a dozen kids. Phones were in bags and died there. Just a vintage camera to capture everything.
S-tier fulfillment maxxing.
And yes, I was back in Hunter S. Thompson mode.
It’s my 33rd birthday today.
Since I turned 30 I’ve felt less anticipation for the day to arrive.
It’s not a matter of age. I don’t mind getting older. In fact, I embrace it more each day.
It’s the introspection. The weight of responsibility. The pressure to outperform my expectations.
Each year, fewer people reach out. A reminder that as I grow older, my circle becomes tighter. Bonds grow stronger, yes. But lost threads become more apparent.
The irony of publicly journaling to a group of strangers I find so much comfort in is not lost on me.
My family grounds me. My restless mind won’t let me stay still. I’m still learning to hold both.
My grandma taught me how to fry chicken when I was probably 10 or 11 years old.
I never felt comfortable doing it myself, even after she passed.
Until now.
How’d I do?
GPT 5.2 is trash.
Memory is nonexistent. It defends itself vehemently when presented with objective evidence that it’s wrong. It’s overly verbose without saying anything.
Not even sure what it’s good for at this point compared to the other frontier models.
Zero.
