I Put €200 in Ethereum and Now I Want to Open a Death Resort

 I’m no crypto guru. I don’t sell overpriced courses, flex rented Lambos, or pretend to be a millionaire in front of a borrowed penthouse.But one thing’s clear — ever since last year’s bull run, something feels off. Bitcoin isn’t crashing, it’s hovering unnaturally high, like it’s being held up on invisible strings. Who’s keeping it afloat like some sacred relic — and more importantly, how long can that illusion last? Some still believe Bitcoin will reach €1,000,000. Maybe they said it in 2017. Maybe they’re still saying it now. I hold Ethereum, so I don’t lose sleep. It lives in a loop — somewhere between €1,500 and €3,500 — so yeah, my €200 are "safe" in their own boring little purgatory.

So... What's Next?

Because crypto, if you’re not a scalper, looks more and more like a pretty box full of nothing. So here’s where it gets real: the future belongs to those with enough vision to make the impossible feel inevitable.

Let me throw out a few wild cards:

1. Hyper-Realistic Robot Brothels

If robots are learning empathy and generating code, why not… pleasure too? You’ve seen the prototypes online. (A friend showed me, obviously.) Now imagine a hotel chain offering experiences that blur the lines between companionship, fantasy, and adult entertainment. Morally bankrupt? Maybe. Profitable? Absolutely.

2. Gamified End-of-Life Experiences

In a few countries, assisted suicide is legal. Eventually, that could go global. So what if we take that idea… and add storytelling? Not everyone wants to die in a white room hooked to beeping machines. What if they chose to exit with a narrative?

Die in a blaze of bullets — “He lived like a legend, and went out like one.”

Feel the ancient fear — a simulated decapitation, to feel what the condemned once felt.

Or... The Methadone Express — for those who want to slip out euphorically.

Dystopian? Sure. But don’t forget: pain is real. And storytelling heals, even at the end.

3. Cinematic AI: VEO-3 and the Imagination Wars

If you’ve got a vision in your head and no Hollywood budget, AI is your new studio. Tools like Veo-3 are redefining what it means to create. You don’t need 200 extras and a RED camera. You need a terrifyingly powerful idea and the audacity to show it to the world. The next "viral short film" might not be from A24 — it could be from a bedroom in Bucharest.

We're living in a time where everything is fake — and everything is possible. You're either building something, or you're getting left behind scrolling through other people’s wins. So whatever it is — build it. Make it weird. Make it beautiful. But for the love of survival, don’t die poor.

The Stars Don't Speak, They Shuffle

 I’ve come to a brilliant, half-asleep revelation about zodiac prognostics. Ever noticed how most horoscopes are suspiciously positive? Like, “You're glowing today,” or “Big things are coming!” And if they dare mention something negative, it’s always for like two zodiac signs max—usually Scorpios or Geminis. Coincidence? Hmm.

Now, I’m no astrologer. I haven’t sacrificed sleep to study Mercury’s lunch break schedule or the Moon’s mood swings. But here’s my theory, fresh out of dreamland:

There are like 100–1000 generic texts sitting in an array somewhere. Each day, the system grabs a zodiac sign and randomly assigns one of those feel-good (or feel-bad-for-balance) blurbs. Maybe there’s even a “no repeats for 30 days” rule just to keep the illusion alive. But that’s it. That’s the whole magic.

It’s basically:

const zodiacs = [“Aries”, “Taurus”, …];

const messages = [“You’re amazing today!”, “Beware of exes”, …];

for (let i = 0; i < zodiacs.length; i++) {

   assign(zodiacs[i], getRandom(messages));

}

So yeah. It’s not the stars, it’s just a random ego boost generator for emotionally fragile humans with Wi-Fi.

Astrology? Nah, it’s just math... dressed in glitter, lying to egocentric motherfu—well, you get the idea.

Spain Invests Big in Cardio: Morata Runs, Nation Pays

 Spain reportedly dropped €10.5 million — the entire Nations League prize — just for the privilege of seeing Álvaro Morata play in the final. That’s not a transfer fee. That’s just pain money.

Let that sink in: €10.5 million...

To watch a man who touches the ball like it owes him money.

Morata should be proud. Not every player can say they cost their nation a small fortune just to show up and redefine the word "presence".

Next time, Álvaro, do it for Spain:

Stay home.

Or at least offer a discount.

📉 Play less. Save the budget. Win more. 🇪🇸


Jokes aside (or not), wtf happened with Yamal? Who paid him not to play?

Switched to iPhone. Stopped Caring.

 

After two months with the iPhone 16 Pro Max, I can confidently say: no real issues that matter.

Yes, there are bugs. Yes, some apps randomly close like they just gave up on life. Yes, the screen brightness acts weird when the phone gets too warm, like it’s shy or something. But honestly? Nothing catastrophic. Nothing worth launching a Reddit thread over.

The one thing that’s really changed since switching from Android?

I don’t watch phone reviews on YouTube anymore. Not one.

Why? No clue. Maybe the iPhone killed that part of my brain — the one that needed to obsess over specs, camera comparisons, and monthly buyer’s remorse.

And let’s be real: the Galaxy S25 Ultra? Probably the better phone. Better camera, better customization, more features for people who like features. I’d recommend it to anyone.

But me? I’ve apparently joined the iPhone cult.

Against all logic… this thing fits me.

It’s like I’ve stopped needing to defend my tech choices. Stopped hunting for the "next best."

Maybe I’m finally content.

Or maybe Apple slipped something in the aluminum.

Either way, here I am.

Not better. Not worse. Just weirdly… done.

Trump vs Musk. It doesn't matter who is right

How quickly relationships, emotions, and environments shift when self-interest enters the picture.

One moment, your girlfriend seems committed — the next, she’s gone over some absurd reason. You think you matter at your job, but you could be fired without warning or explanation. It feels unfair, but here’s the kicker: billionaires play by the same rules. In the end, we’re all just animals in the same brutal jungle — some in suits, some in sweatpants, but no one truly safe.

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2025/6/6/trump-musk-feud-escalates-what-happened-and-what-comes-next

Injected Ideals: The Malware of the Mind

Have you ever had an intrusive thought or belief from when you were younger that you later realized was completely based on a false premise? Maybe at the time it felt like your own idea, but looking back now, you can tell it was planted — maybe by advertising, movies, or just cultural noise. And even though you now know it was never truly yours, you still catch yourself following it, almost like you're running on autopilot, as if someone slipped a line of code into your brain and hit "execute." 


Examples of what I mean:

1) The belief that success means owning a luxury car and a massive house. It’s the classic dream sold in every commercial — even if you'd be perfectly happy in a cozy apartment with a decent Wi-Fi connection and no HOA.

2) “If I wear the right deodorant, I will become instantly irresistible to everyone around me.” Thank you, Axe commercials, for convincing 12-year-old me that body spray was a form of mind control.

3) “If I’m not constantly productive, I’m wasting my life and I’m a failure.” This one sneaks in under the radar, wearing a “grindset” T-shirt. It’s sold as ambition, but it slowly eats your peace of mind from the inside out.

What happened today June 2, 2025 #14. Airbnb and Chess and no VEO 3

 1 Airbnb is redesigning its logo — and the results are groundbreaking! By which we mean… you’ll need a microscope to spot the difference.

It still looks like Eva from WALL-E cosplaying as a minimalist tulip on her day off. So futuristic. So floral.… why did we even bother? 

2. Gukesh just beat World No. 1 Magnus Carlsen — and Carlsen responded with the classic de Buyrne reaction

3. Still no Access to Veo 3 from European Union, India and UK

Thou Shalt Not Merge: Tales from the Queen of the Right Lane

 Every time I’m stuck in traffic, 99.999% of the time, if there’s a woman behind the wheel and I’m trying to get out of a tight street, switch lanes, or basically avoid dying in a fireball of metal and regret, she will not let me in.

It doesn’t matter if there’s a war.

It doesn’t matter if a baby goat is trapped in a tree.

It doesn’t even matter if letting me merge would literally save the human race.

She. Will. Not. Let. Me. In.

Why?

Because in that moment, she believes that not letting me in makes her a superior driver or a Good driver.

She knows she has the right of way, and by God, she’s going to defend that sacred privilege with the ferocity of a dragon guarding its parking spot at IKEA.

But wait... don’t you dare not let her in when the tables turn.

Oh no no no—then you’re a heartless demon, an uncivilized brute, the reason society is collapsing.

Welcome to traffic logic: the real Hunger Games.

The Eyebrow That Conquered Europe. Gracias Mister

 If Ancelotti leaves Real Madrid, it would be the most unjust, disrespectful, and absurd thing I've ever seen at this club. After winning everything humanly possible, you're telling me he's out just because this year we didn’t win the Champions League or La Liga? Really?

Let’s be honest — the Copa del Rey? The only ones who care about that trophy are the Catalan separatists trying to justify their season. And how can you expect miracles when half the defense was on crutches all year, and not a single major signing was made? This man, arguably the greatest manager in the club’s history, and you show him the door like it’s nothing? It’s giving "Cristiano 2018 vibes"... painful, cold, and unnecessary.

I’m not okay with this. Honestly, I might just start watching Lamine Yamal at Barça — and I'm a Real Madrid fan saying that. Now Xabi Alonso is coming? Bro probably won’t even make it to Christmas. I hope I’m wrong and the football is brilliant.

But if we lose to Getafe in October, I’m switching to curling and never looking back.

Starting over. New Project. Base Project

I need to create a project that will serve as the foundation for future Spring Boot applications. It should be well-structured, clearly documented, and presentable as a portfolio piece for job opportunities.

1️⃣ The User (the person using the app)

This is the person who opens the website, sees forms (like login or register), and fills them out.

Example: The user enters their email and password on /login and clicks "Submit."

2️⃣ The Controller

Think of it as a receptionist: it receives everything the user sends and decides where that information should go.

Example: The controller receives the login form and says, “Okay, let's check if this person exists,” then calls the service.

3️⃣ The Service

This is the brain of the app. It makes decisions, applies rules, and performs the main tasks.

Example: The service checks if the email exists, if the password is correct, and what should happen next.

4️⃣ The Repository

It's like an assistant who knows how to find things in old files (the database). The service asks it to look up or save data.

Example: The service says, “Find this user in the database” or “Save this new user.”

5️⃣ The Database

This is where all the information is stored, like registered users, passwords, settings, etc.

Example: It responds with “Yes, this user exists,” or “The new user has been saved.”

 

Some chat GPT vintage text after I tryied to configure some local AI

Verily, I am of such antiquity that I didst once configure and set to running diverse artifices of intelligence upon mine own Linux contraption—if but to entertain a few idle curiosities. Yet, lo! I was nigh unto forsaking mine endeavor, for the configuring thereof was as perplexing as a wizard’s riddle writ in the tongue of demons. I felt much like a venerable sage, long accustomed to his trusty Nokia 3340, now beset by a glowing, confounded slab that doth whisper of sorceries unknown and apps most vexing..