in my days of piracy i have not found the fountain of youth... i have found how to build it... its gonna take a little while to build tho... ill get to it, calm down...
i am in posession of the Mead of Poetry... a neat little artifact sitting on my shelf...
if you like being bored go ahead and ask me about boats... i can go for days about boats...
i can do carpentry, plumbing, electrical, havent got into metalworking yet...
i can knit, crochet, tatt lace, weave multiple methods, spin thread and yarn by hand, sew by hand or machine...
just got ahold of a 3D printer and a laser etcher/cutter... lets see what i can make with those!
in my days of piracy if have seen some really f**ked up s**t... im not gonna say its PTSD... im not a victim, i got myself into that mess... im not a pussy... it just weighs on my mind...
"very functional" alcoholic... IPA's (hops being a "mild" hallucinagen) and spiced rum (the spices being medicinal) i will drink way more than you think is allowed by physics, and still be perfectly rational and respectful... (tho technically i should be "dead"... lolz)
"alcohol poisoning" is how i force myself to sleep...
im not really a gamer... tho i have well over 200k games... like once every 2 weeks i might play 10-20 minutes of something... i am just archiving data so that after the zombie apocalypse when there is no more internet to pirate from... someone might find my computers wrapped in celophane and tinfoil and be able to experience a bit of the past, before the zombies...
i also have a whole treasure chest of what i call "off grid games" card games, board games, literal wood and peg board games... my piracy now days is less of hacking, now more "archiving"
i know how to live for more than 500 years... i at least have to plan for 100 years...
how do you fit into that? probably some conversation... revealing to me things i did not think of...
am i "insane" absolutely! but am i wrong? this shelf full of "Myths" speaks for itself...
if you cannot deal with cannon fire, need a "safe space" sail on... i have too many scars on my face to humor that nonsense...
you are offended by words, i laugh at a new scar... we are not the same...
i do still have all of my limbs and digits... (for the moment)... just a bunch of scars on my face... they are very subtle because i took such good care of them, but there are scars...
i just want to get drunk (shocker!) and cuddle on one of the boats that i built, couple of which might go to the moon or mars... lets see how far i get....
i wrote 90% of this, what you mortals would consider "drunk"... perfectly without autocorrect...
did i just c**k block myself... most definetly.... do i care? not one bit... that was kind of the point...
i am obnoxiously honest and that scares most people... scurry away! lolz! in 50 years we will see if your grand daughters feel the same...
when i go to the moon or mars... it is only right by the human species (even if i am technically a corpse myself) that i bring a female with me... "it will be done"
if you cannot deal with me farming, you do not deserve me at my space travel...
