If you'll forgive me for ranting for a bit, I just gotta vent.
So for those of you that don't know me, Hi, I'm ComradeOOhAah, I'm the alt of a long time user and the aspiring Lewd VR developer that was enlisted by Xi Jinping personally in order to build a VR Milking Dungeon to brainwash chuds like Jordan Peterson. You can see plenty of posts about that project over in [email protected]
That project is currently on hold as I was developing it for an adult toy called The Handy and I realized the userbase was rather small and that since I am hoping to turn this into a patreon thing to keep me from starving (where's my Xi Bucks? I don't know! China is collapsing any day now!) I should perhaps look towards a more accessible toy with a wider userbase.
So, for the past few months I've been working on an android media player (specifically the file browser) that will eventually be turned into a standalone VR Media Player that will eventually be turned into an experiment in creating point clouds from stereographic video for VR gloves to interact with and a VR Audio visualizer framework where I can experiment with synesthesia to play with people's arousal. (You probably didn't need all this info but I think I just laid out my definitive roadmap.)
The trick about this media player that I figured would get me some followers is that there are these files called FunScripts that sync rather expensive adults toys with movement on screen of adult videos. I've created a parser for those files and have adapted them to work with a large number of inexpensive vibrating toys sold on aliexpress. Everything is going great so far, took me the summer, but all that is done.
And then all progress came to a screeching halt. Before I release the first beta version I want to create a script that will check for updates. And a script for that will allow me to share news of other projects I'm working on, like the Milking Dungeon and all the other stuff I'm dreaming of creating. Plus I wanna figure out a way to show show Patreon supporters, that sort of stuff.
BUT I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW! I have spent weeks spinning my wheels messing around trying to visualize how best to present this information to the user. Do I create a whole new Information control panel where they can see different tabs (Updates, News, Supporters)? Should there be a new button on the side that only shows itself when there's an update available? All this shit going through my head for weeks putting me into a total doom spiral as I watch my bank account shrink and freak out that I'm never gonna release this thing.
And then today, while brushing my teeth, I had a flash of insight. It was perfect!
Are you ready for this gift of epic genius that the gods have bestowed upon me?
Before! (These are sfw)
After!
I'm not mad that it took me this long to realize I could adapt my current UI, but I hate that I can't remember the last time I was able to just create something without the worry of whether or not it was gonna make me money or not. I hate the constant feel of starvation looming overhead. I hate that everything around me is going to shit and I feel powerless to do anything. I hate that none of the leftist orgs around me are taking covid seriously. I hate that everyone around me is full in on the election spectacle. And I hate that I'm spending all this time beating myself up because I can't tell if I'm procrastinating or if I'm percolating. All I wanna do is make sex positive VR content for people to enjoy, not starve, and overthrow the bourgeoisie. I feel like that's a low bar!
Lol, as I was writing this and thinking about how much I wanted Xi to invade and hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay, I heard a bunch of crows cawing outside and I looked out and saw a Bald Eagle being absolutely bodied in midair. There must be about 5 crows going after this one big mfer. They got some really good hits in too! Chased it away from the nearby pond. lmao. Crows together strong.
Anyway, I'm done ranting. If you read this far thank you, I'm just very frustrated with existence and don't have anyone irl I can talk to about this stuff anymore.
You're you, they're them. We're all running different races and they're not in competition. Except for me, my anxiety assures me I am in competition with everyone.