About a year ago I saw a post from my aunt Becky (or maybe she's a cousin—in the South it all blurs together. Lol) where she said something like she wished she just had the interest from everything she had made in her life.

She doesn't know how much that post influenced me. You never know how your posts are going to influence other people.

Clearly the government doesn't give you shit when you get older. It was that post that spurred me to start saving and investing.

I'm blind and I've got one usable hand. My benefits just continue to get less and less every year. They increase one thing and the other thing drops by like half. Nothing ever breaks even. And it seems to be on a downward trend, at least for the moment.

I decided that depending on this government shit is literally just that. Shit.

They do everything they can to not approve you for something. They want every piece of proof. And there are fewer and fewer people to do the approvals now. No surprise—SC Medicaid still hasn't been approved. I have multiple handicaps. I've had Medicaid in South Carolina and Florida before. I'm pretty damn sure if you're blind it's just an automatic approval. But it doesn't matter. I'm still in a line with other people and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

When you're paying money to somebody, trust me, the website works with a screen reader so that blind people can use it. If you're applying for benefits? Good luck. If you're not paying somebody money for something, they couldn't care less how usable it is.

Multiple Revenue Streams

So for the past year I've been highly focused on multiple revenue streams. None of which are paying off in any substantial way right now, but guess what? Nothing is instant. And I knew when I started on this journey how long it could take.

The last game I developed for the iPhone and iPad—when I could see—took three years.

This is what I can report:

I discovered yesterday that I had a YouTube video that broke 1,000 views for the first time. Everybody is on YouTube now. Good luck getting viewed.

On Facebook I have a few videos that have broken 1,200 views. Yesterday I had a blog post break 2,000 views for the first time and I know of at least one other blog entry that broke 1,900.

I'm getting the smallest amount of traction on X.

I've been on Facebook since 2008. Half these people are dead now. Lol But it's where I have the largest following.

Facebook started sharing ad revenue profits with me at the beginning of the month. When I first looked, it was at six cents. It's now about $2.20. Lol

But this change didn't make me reckless. And I've gotten better. It tells you what gets the most views. And I've just been experimenting.

My thought is, even if something doesn't get a lot of views, if I'm passionate about it, that will come through. And who cares? Eventually I might become known for that niche.

It doesn't hurt that I'm hard to forget in multiple ways. It doesn't hurt that I've been talking about artificial intelligence for a year and how I use it. And how it has made such a difference in my life.

It reorganizes my thoughts and makes them more coherent. It makes me a better writer. My brain is all over the place—it makes sense of it. Not to mention all the programming and shit.

I'm hoping that somebody from Silicon Valley will eventually pay me some attention, or I'll figure this shit out and do it on my own, with Claude. (And I do use the other ones. They all have their purpose.)

Anyway, that's the update. Everything I write about is true and verifiable information at the time of writing.

By the way, likes, comments, etc. don't really seem to do much. I think I've trained people to stay the fuck out of my comments. Lol

Thank You

Thank you to everyone. Doing this makes me feel less lonely. The world is a lonely place when you can't see.

Let me answer a question real quick—it's been a minute since I posted about this: I'm gay. I'm from the South. It made me hate myself. I wanted to die. I did not.

(I used to put my He-Man figure down my underwear. I liked how his muscles felt. Tell me I'm not gay.)