Chapter 336

I woke up at 6:30 and got started with my day. I felt much better, and could go to work. In the morning, I had a lab with Catatonic Class, and in the afternoon it was Crazy Class’s turn. They were particularly crazy that day, singing and reenacting dance moves they saw on Douyin. As long as they put at least 80% effort and don’t do ANY horseplay with the chemicals or glassware, I’m all for them having a bit of fun.

I went to the office and there was a candy box on my desk. One of the economics teachers is getting married, and part of Chinese wedding culture is that everyone at the workplace gets a box. I ate one Godiva chocolate and one little wheat cracker and kept the rest for later.

Between classes, I sat around and graded homework. I listened to snippets of depressing Clown World news, there are black nationalists on social media whose chip on the proverbial shoulder is getting heavier and heavier, and some are explicitly calling for the genocide of whypipo. They use racial slurs that are frankly more comical than insulting, like “mayo monkeys”. That reminds me of when I ventured into yellow supremacist pages on Reddit back in the day, where the angry Asian-American losers who dwelled in that sorry corner of the internet refered to Caucasians as “cumskins”. Seems like a race war is brewing, and it’s hardly surprising, with how much the media is stoking the flames.

I then felt like listening to ultraviolent music. I put on a split by Capitalist Casualties and Hellnation, and then clicked on an album curiously titled Possessed to Skate, which turned out to be a great compilation of West Coast powerviolence pioneers like Charles Bronson and Spazz.

I went home and soon after headed to the gym. Chest day, hurray. I can now comfortably press 1.5 plates, which is miserable for a 190-pound man, but I’m moving there. Next two weeks will be the 5/3/1 sets, and then I’ll adjust my maxes.

Then I took the dog out, took a cold shower, and made dinner. I baked a dish of Brussel sprouts and bacon, that I got in the big box of imported food, and also ate one piece of Yorkshire pudding. I blindly ordered it, and was surprised to see it’s not really a pudding, more like a hollow piece of light fluffy bread. British people are so fucking weird.

I watched videos on YouTube of medieval warfare specialists criticizing or praising movies or TV shows for the weaponry and tactics displayed in them, and unsurprisingly, many were seen in a very negative light due to anachronisms, inaccuracies or pure retardation.

I was still hungry, so I ate some of the dumplings the girlfriend made, and a bowl of scrambled eggs. I received the tracks from a Belgian musician who wanted to do a split album with me, and uploaded the whole thing on my Bandcamp page. His stuff is much more in a harsh noise vein, and can hardly be called music, it mostly sounds like a glitchy machine with horribly distorted vocals, when it’s not just an uninterrupted loud buzz. I like noise when it’s used as an interlude between grindcore or doom metal tracks, but by itself, it’s not very satisfying. Still, pretty cool that he contacted me and proposed to release music together.