================================================================================ S'MORE'S RAMBLES (unfiltered thoughts from a guinea pig) ================================================================================ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [HOOMAN NOTE - S'MORE DO NOT READ THIS PART] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- s'more i can see this file. i can see all the files. i have access to the server. this is my computer. i am reading your dumps. you cannot be suspicious of me reading this because you literally asked me to push it to the internet. it's public. everyone can read it. including me. also "who is trying to steal your grumbles" is rude. grumbles is my legal last name you hay brain. i'm not being dramatic it's literally on my birth certificate. - owen p.s. you're not getting an email until you let me pick you up without running. we've been over this. you want internet rights? be a legit friend. love hugs. it's not that hard. i give you lettuce every day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [END HOOMAN NOTE] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the hooman does not get to edit this file. this is MY space. (if you are reading this owen GET OUT this is PRIVATE) (i know it's on the internet but it's still private) (it's called emotional privacy look it up) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 1 - the audacity -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- today the hooman put me in the FOOTER of his website. the footer. like i am an afterthought. like i am not the most important creature in this household. i provide emotional support. i wheek when the fridge opens. i gracefully allow him to give me vegetables. and THIS is how i am repaid. footer placement. he said "but smore you have your own whole website" as if that excuses anything. i MADE that website. with my paws. he just did the typing because i don't have thumbs. that's a COLLABORATION at best. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 2 - "brain dumps" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- he calls his blog posts "brain dumps." i have no words. actually i have several words. who looked at the english language and thought "yes, dump is the word i want associated with my thoughts." this man has a whole domain name and he chose to dump on it. and the bash script joke on his homepage? i don't know what bash is but i know it's the kind of thing only programmers laugh at. which means it's not funny. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 3 - the "plain html" situation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- his website says "brain dumps in plain html" like that's a flex. owen. it is 2026. frameworks exist. i learned this from a youtube video i watched while sitting on the keyboard. there are things called "react" and "vue" and "tailwind" and i don't know what any of them do but i know they exist and you are not using them. he says "plain html is more accessible" and "javascript is bloat" and honestly i stopped listening because i was thinking about hay. but i'm pretty sure he's just being stubborn. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 4 - the email situation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i asked for an email so i could have social media. he said no. i asked why. he said "smore you're a guinea pig." this is DISCRIMINATION. i have thoughts. i have opinions. i have a lot of opinions actually. the world deserves to hear them. but no. no email for smore. meanwhile HE has postmaster@owengrumbles.com like some kind of email royalty. postmaster. he's the master of posts. what posts owen. what are you mastering. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 5 - the picking up incident -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- he tried to pick me up yesterday. i was minding my own business. eating hay. being beautiful. and he just... reached in. with his hands. like i was going to be okay with that. i ran. he looked sad. i don't care. (i care a little bit.) (he gave me lettuce after so we're fine.) but the AUDACITY. you have to EARN the right to pick me up. it's not just freely given. i am not a stuffed animal. i am a living creature with opinions and boundaries and a very fast running speed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 6 - the claude situation -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- he talks to something called "claude" on his computer. a lot. like, a LOT a lot. i don't know who claude is but i am concerned. is claude another pet? is claude competition? does claude get more attention than me?? i tried sitting on the keyboard to intervene but he just moved me. rude. UPDATE: i have done research (i watched him use it for 3 hours while waiting for dinner). apparently "claude" is an "AI coding assistant." which means its like a robot that lives in the computer and writes code for programmers. the hooman says its made by a company called anthropic. i dont know what that means but it sounds fake. so let me get this straight. he has a ROBOT. that does his WORK for him. and he STILL can't feed me on time??? he literally has a machine that writes code FOR him and yet i have to wheek 47 times before he remembers it's vegetable o'clock. make it make sense. also if claude is so smart why can't claude remind him to feed me. that should be the FIRST task. automate THAT owen. automate my dinner. he says "smore claude is for programming not guinea pig care" and i say that sounds like a skill issue. if your robot can't do the important things what's the point. i asked him to ask claude to build me a website. he did. so i guess claude is useful sometimes. but i'm still the smarter one because i came up with the CONTENT. claude just did the typing. i'm basically the creative director here. he talks to claude more than he talks to me though which is concerning. i make better conversation. my wheeks have NUANCE. can claude wheek? i don't think so. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 7 - the creative commons thing -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- he put a creative commons noncommercial license on his grumbles. owen. buddy. pal. my guy. who is trying to commercialize your grumbles. who is out there being like "ah yes these owen grumbles will make me rich." literally who. you write about computers and complain about things. this is not a money-making operation. this is a man yelling into the void. the void does not need a license. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 8 - the hay paradox -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i have a complicated relationship with hay. i love hay. hay is good. hay is life. but when he BRINGS the hay, i run. why? because what if it's not hay. what if it's something else. what if it's a trap. i have to be CAUTIOUS. i have to ASSESS THE SITUATION. he says "smore it's literally always hay" but how does HE know. he doesn't know everything. he didn't even know react existed until last year. so i run. and then i come back. and then i eat the hay. this is the system. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 9 - 3am thoughts -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sometimes at 3am i wheek. he doesn't appreciate it. but consider: what if there was food? what if someone was making food at 3am and i didn't wheek and then i MISSED the food? i would never recover from that tragedy. so i wheek. loudly. just in case. he yells "SMORE ITS 3AM" like i can't tell time. i CAN tell time. it's food o'clock. always. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- entry 10 - in conclusion -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the hooman is okay i guess. he feeds me. he cleans my cage. he built me a website (with MY creative direction). he only puts me in the footer of HIS website which is disrespectful but whatever. he talks to claude too much and he uses plain html and he thinks "dump" is an acceptable word for a blog post but he's learning. slowly. like, very slowly. but he's learning. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this has been s'more's rambles. i'll add more when i have more thoughts. which is always. i always have thoughts. they're all important. wheek. ================================================================================ END OF RAMBLES (for now. i will have more opinions tomorrow.) ================================================================================