AI and the Cognitive Decline
AI, Attention Spans, and the Quiet We Lost Long Before ChatGPT The Silence I Used to Protect I still love silence. Real silence. Not the...
Author: Stosh
The Soulless Assistant: Why I Use AI (And Why My Kid Hates It)
The “Spinning” Reality: AI as a Tool I Need For the last two days, my world has been a blurry mess. I’ve been stuck with...
The Capacity Code: Stamina, Mana, and the 50-Hour Siege
The System Check We are officially encroaching on the 27th anniversary of the day my life hit a permanent “Game Over” screen and forced me...
The Six-Figure Ransom: Scars, Snow, and the Stolen Hour
I am still here. I am not exactly “kicking”—considering my left knee and right shoulder have filed a formal grievance against the State of Delaware—but...
Synthetic Sanity in an OSS World
So, I guess the newest “craze” is to generate an AI caricature of yourself. Who knew?? It is absolutely hilarious—and by hilarious, I mean a...
The Ghost, the Ransom, and the Siege
I started this post days ago. But in the world of chronic illness, the “siege” doesn’t just steal your health; it steals your time. I...
32 Shots and a New Kitchen Sink
It turns out that when the fog of a 26-year headache starts to lift, you don’t just sit around—you renovate a kitchen and write a...
Protocol of Privilege: 2025 ICE Death Toll
Thursday, January 8th, was a lesson in the Protocol of Privilege. I stood at the pharmacy counter, a white woman with a 26-year headache, finding...
The Ego-Migraine: When Vanity Replaces the Law and the Protocol
I am writing this through a haze of physical agony. My neck is locked, my shoulders are on fire, and my head is pounding with...
This Grinch’s Confession: Self-Care is a Lie
I always wear a mask, but nobody sees it. It’s not a physical thing, of course, but the performance I put on every time I...