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Ladies and gentlemen, it finally happened today. The belt in my Famicom Disk System has started to fail. I knew when I bought it a decade ago that this time would come. I would eulogize it but I know how to replace the belt so this is more just me complaining.

The biggest problem I'm having here is that I can't find a decent quality one. Console5 is fresh out and the stuff on eBay is utterly worthless. That Disk System is write modded and I need it to write a disk so the sooner the better.

I guess I could take the drive out of my Twin Famicom and use that. Or simply write mod the Twin Famicom, but I don't want to. I don't have a lot of time, and I'd rather invest what little I do have into replacing that belt. I suppose I'll have to settle for a trash belt, or simply wait for Console5 to restock.

Ten years with that belt isn't half bad, actually. I didn't use it much in that time. I wonder if using it more often would have made it last longer. Right now, it still kind of works, but I can't use it to write disks. With Disk System written disks, you're not going to be able to get them to read on other disk systems. It's a matter of alignment differences between units or something. Because of that, I wouldn't be able to use the disk I want to write in my Twin Famicom regardless.

Hell, the only reason I want to write the disk at all is for it's own sake. I don't need to, I simply want to. That's enough for me.

"Progress" in the sense that I want people to hate on it more. I want to see the people who use it shunned. I'd compare AI to cigarettes, but cigarettes are cool, and so are the people that smoke them. Sure, like AI, they're destructive and masturbatory, but they're just too god damn cool. I will instantly like someone more if I see them smoking a cigarette. I think AI users are more comparable to meth addicts.

It's already a shameful thing in most of the circles I run in. And like meth, users won't tell you about it, but there are signs. I've noticed that people that talk to LLMs a lot start talking like them. You may not think people notice, but we do, and we think you're weird.

I mean, it's not like the technology itself is going to make "progress". It's already as good as it's ever going to be. Besides, nobody wants this shit and it'll be abandoned immediately once tech companies discover a newer, less expensive ponzi scheme.

With AI being shunned by mankind, the next thing I'd like to see in 2026 is the return of NFTs. NFTs are for stupid people and we need something to fill the vacuum left by AI's absense.The NFTs comeback is going to be huge. Since everyone will lose their jobs when the AI bubble bursts, people will need something to sell.

Of course, AI bros will always exists. Meth is banned and people still fuck with it. You think a bubble bursting is going to stop these fucking people? Of course it won't. The AI bros should make AI generated NFTs. Only then can they finally reach their true goal of proving to everyone that they have less dignity than Donald Trump.

I don't know why the hell I care about what's going on at work when I'm not there. I need to get over that shit. It's not my problem, nor is it any of my business. I intentionally avoid climbing the ladder because I don't want the responsibility.

I want to be a good husband and father. That's it. I'll be dead someday, probably fairly soon. I want them to remember me for being there, physically and mentally. I don't intend to get myself killed mind you. It's my genetics. I'll either die early or live to be 90. There's no inbetween with my family. My uncle died at 54, my granpa at 52. If those numbers are to be believed, I have less than 20 years left regardless of what I do. I could end up like my dad, who's 65 and still kicking ass despite living off candy for most of his life. He's slowing down, but it doesn't seem like he's going anywhere. I guess we'll see.

Even if I do live a decently long life, why would I waste it like that? There's nothing in it for me. Unless I own the place, I shouldn't be giving it that much attention.

At 35, I have no business worrying about my own death. Then again, my genetics dictate that I should. It's best not to plan for events you don't expect to attend. I've don't talk about this much because it's personal and would probably scare people. As I mentioned, my uncle and grandpa both died in the early 50s. I don't have much time if that's how things go. They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Their hearts gave out due to enlargement. I fully accept that fate if that's how it has to be. So far, I haven't heard anything from doctors about it. I should hope that they'd tell me if they thought something was off about my heart.

Everyone that has lived a long life has gone grey early. I went grey early, so we'll see. I don't lean on that anymore than I lean on the idea that my heart will enlarge and kill me. Whatever happens, happens.

This is probably too personal, but you don't know who I am so it's not that personal. That's by design! My words are more important than my identity. The things I create are more important than me. But there's still a "me" in there.