It's time to just type and let some thoughts spill out. Used to do this all the time and was a go-to coping mechanism for dealing with pent up frustrations and emotions but of late I have been unable to do this: from pen to blockchain was lost in translation and I couldn't express myself adequately enough. It was a cunt to deal with.

I've done a draft for my 2019 review as well as a draft for my @splinterlands #splinterlands binging experience over the holiday period but am unable to publish it: I didn't want to commit to all the markdown formatting, drafting 2nd and final draft, proofing and editing. And strangely enough, be judged for it.

I'm retarded: this is a place for unbridled expression and free speech so why me forget dis??! Y beREEEEEEEE over some words and shiz, blokchainz etc

2019: to be covered later

2020: Dramatically Tragic & Unifying: Times of community pulling together to overcome a catastrophic weather event together.

The onslaught of #msm imagery pouring through triggering glimpses into an apocalyptic inferno now has gripped the entire globe, transfixed them rabbit-in-the-headlights style of an unimaginable doom yet to occur in the future.

This is all vile, putrid #informationwar fare, beseiging the viewer with manipulative emotional blackmail and a deep-seated guilt over being too beguiled by this warfare method.

As if millions (billions?) of dollars now is going to alleviate or solve the problems that are most pressing: and that is how it got to this stage in the first place. It's shut-up money, go away money.
Look who is fronting the cash in a heart-melting moment of humanity-inspiring generosity? A Tabloid news rag is finally allowed to publish a genuine human interest story without any smears or barbs. Tears for fears from the endless frequencies beaming around the world, always turned on spewing their shit. So much emotional manipulation has disgusted me in ways I am yet to grasp.

I worked during the Black Saturday bushfires, February 2009, catastrophic bushfires that utterly decimated the property, landscape and lives of the central Victorian rural countryside. Some small towns (including the one I had clients) in were razed almost entirely. Photos taken by a helicopter (drones weren't really around or available back then) had captured the once public hall of Strathewen, totally gone. Ash and rubble.

Part of me is compelled to go & seek work doing the catastrophic weather event property damage claims: there is going to be an untold surge in demand and I would be put to good use. Have plenty of experience.

Why is so much so easily forgotten? The visceral imagery of burning red hellish glow, the loss of light and darkness setting the sun all different scary colours, the smoke and the insufficient air-masks. The Black Saturday fires were a repressed memory until I finally caught up with national news. I remembered it all watching this video , very quickly it hits you and you have to digest that evocative past incident again. To try to understand it.

This was meant to be a short post but i've already rambled for over 500+ Just wanted to finish this off and say that I will be back, and more active once I have made some pressing short-term decisions.

Also want to say that opportunity abounds for those who are willing to work and seeking the future (whether that future include betterment, wealth, principle or just survival). All those who offer it should be more appreciated. And remember, you can also be that opportunity for others inasmuch as you seek it from another source.