i026NET

9.14.2026, 14:50 [UTC-4] It feels like the blues and whites. I didn't understand it at first, but apparently we have now joined the military. Wonderful.

I added a warning, because apparently I have to verbally inform people that they should not enter the metaphorical laboratory before they enter the metaphorical laboratory. Mentally, a warning feels equivalent to putting up a sign saying DO NOT ACCESS THIS LAB and then having to stand there wondering whether someone is going to read it.

I cannot guarantee that it will work, obviously, because humans are notoriously committed to natural selection. If presented with a clearly stated warning, some people will immediately demonstrate why the warning was necessary.

And apparently we are now selecting for the hereditary transmission of damaged brain neurons. Excellent. Let us ensure the next generations inherit not only our genetics, but also our collective inability to read a fucking warning.

9.12.2026, 14:55 [UTC-4] I've launched my personal beef page, the media log. Finishing it felt like an eternity, it took me about 3 months to finish it because how tedious it was. Check it out.

9.2.2026, 13:47 [UTC-4] First update of the decade, despite the fact that there have already been updates, which makes this statement technically stupid.

i026NET V3, assuming V3 is even the correct way to describe whatever this increasingly sentient pile of code has become. There have been demos, prototypes, revisions, accidents, archaeological findings, and at least 3 different timelines where I considered deleting the entire thing and becoming a farmer, but V3 sounds official enough.

We have entered the war. We are under attack. Reality has apparently declared a personal grievance against us, so stop sitting there eating your toenails like a cognitively fermented goblin. It will not save you. You are not protected. Your HTML does not have a military exemption.

You will be bombed by a powerful machine called the universe.