Drunken Logbook

Alright, look. The thing is, not all brilliant ideas are the product of sobriety. This is the log of the plans I hatched from a shot glass, the theories that evaporate with the morning sun, and the regrettable decisions a hangover won’t let you forget.

There’s no order or coherence here. Just the wreckage of a bored genius. Read it if you want, but don’t expect any of this to make sense.

Drunken Logbook

🧪Prevent the wrath of the web gods: Compress your images before they delete you from spacetime

Hey, burp you! Yeah, you, the one staring at that screen with a look of… I don’t know… boredom? Despair? Maybe you’re just wondering if life is worth living in this multidimensional universe full of cosmic horrors and burp unbearable bureaucracy? Well, I’ve got something for you. Something that won’t make you question your existence… […]

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🧪Alright, Earthlings, Let’s Talk… Macros. It’s Not Brain Surgery, But It’s Also Not Not Brain Surgery!

Look, I get it. You’re probably sitting there, staring into the abyss of your snack drawer, wondering why your body feels less like a finely tuned machine and more like a… well, like something cobbled together by a very confused cosmic entity. You’ve heard of calories, sure, but that’s like knowing your vehicle has fuel

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