I dug into the speaker stash today — thrift-store soldiers lined up on the floor like forgotten footnotes from someone else's mixtape life. No manuals, no branding worth mentioning, just weight and dust and potential. I plugged them in one by one, testing them with loops from old jungle mixes and random system beeps. Some crackled, some surprised me. A few might still have life left in ‘em, tucked into a corner rig or bedroom crate station.
This kind of testing is therapy. No rush. Just tones, textures, and flickers of memory. It’s not even about the gear half the time — it’s about touching history. Feeling how someone else once moved sound through this same cone, probably in a room nothing like mine, but still chasing that same little thrill.
Got me thinking about signal paths — not just audio routing, but how I move through days. How I tune myself. What I choose to amplify, what I filter. The way one loose cable can mess the whole vibe, and one small twist can fix it all.
I didn’t spend a dollar today, but I got something richer than a dopamine-swipe purchase. I found clarity in dust. Sound in silence. Energy in the act of trying.
Tomorrow I might swap in the big Samsung again, or wire things cleaner, or maybe just listen. I’m not building a setup for Instagram. I’m building one for me. For late-night crate dives, for slow Sundays, for the weird mixes that only make sense in my head.
Tested. Adjusted. Tuned — for now.
May 13, 2025 — The Art of the Setup
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There’s a quiet ritual in building a setup. Not just the gear, but the space, the flow — the little details that turn a corner of a room into a control center, a lab, a sanctuary.
Today wasn’t about buying anything new. No fresh cables or flashy gear drops. It was more of a rearrangement — shifting the monitor slightly, tucking wires cleaner, rethinking how I route signal between the interface and the laptop. Little tweaks that make the whole thing breathe better.
Maybe it’s the old thrift-store instinct in me — finding beauty in the overlooked. These hand-me-downs and bargain finds carry more character than any brand-new plug-and-play setup. Scuffed edges, old labels, stickers from past lives. It all adds texture. Soul.
There’s something meditative in it too. When the world’s spinning fast, messing with your gear is like rebalancing the axis. You’re not chasing perfection — just harmony. A place where sound, intention, and muscle memory meet.
One more cable tied. One more dusty knob wiped. And just like that, the room feels ready again.
Setup’s never done. That’s the point.
May 12, 2025 — Tiny Upgrades, Big Moves
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I’ve been dialing in a DJ setup lately, and today’s upgrade mission centered around my Lenovo Tiny. I picked up a Patriot P210 SSD — nothing wild, just a 128GB boost to get Serato running smoother without hiccups. The install was simple once I figured out how to pop the side panel off (always feels like defusing a bomb with these small-form PCs).
This little machine’s been sitting idle for a while — was gonna flip it, but now I’m thinking of repurposing it as a dedicated controller brain. Funny how something meant to be disposable turns into a core piece of the flow.
I’m also scoping out compact speakers that won’t blow out the room but still hit with some warmth. Don’t need a full PA — just something tight for crate-digging sessions and late-night cue work.
Sometimes it’s not about the biggest gear or the flashiest setup. It’s about knowing what you’ve got, seeing the potential, and making it count.
Minimal moves. Maximum vibe.
May 11, 2025 — Plugin Troubles & Retro Fixes
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Today was a game-fixing kind of day. After battling some lag in GTA: Liberty City Stories on PPSSPP, I found the culprit: Project2DFX. It’s a great plugin for enhancing 2D effects, but damn, it was dragging my system down. So I disabled it, and just like that, the game started running smooth again. Not the most glamorous solution, but sometimes less is more.
Still, the WidescreenFix plugin is holding strong. It stretches the visuals to 16:9 without compromising the performance too much — definitely a keeper.
It's funny how a simple tweak can shift the whole vibe. Makes me think about balance — between tech and nostalgia, between enhancements and raw performance. I’ve been experimenting with other ideas for future projects, and it feels good to dive back into the creative flow.
This isn’t a guide or a tip post. Just a quick log, a small victory in the world of emulators and tweaks.
Sometimes, it’s about finding the sweet spot between old-school charm and modern tech.
2025 — Unlicensed Transmission
Posted by Spindok
I woke up inside a haze. Not fog. Not clarity. Just that strange in-between where you feel like a browser tab that never finished loading.
There’s a move on the horizon. Edmonton’s pulling harder each day, and Grande Prairie feels more like a stalled signal. I’ve started studying for my insurance license — not because I love the system, but because I’m done being hourly with no commission, no respect, and no ladder.
I’m chasing leverage, not comfort.
Walked the loop this morning. Thought about the past. About Waypoint. About AMG. About Telus. About how many times I’ve reset the game with no tutorial, no bonus gear. Just vibes, spite, and a cracked screen full of potential.
Today I dusted off the Godot project — spindok-core lives. It’s still early. Just wireframes and pixels in orbit. But it’s mine. The ideas are coming together: arcade loops, broken UI, vapor trails, meaning buried under mechanics.
This isn’t a content post. No tips, no guides, no calls to action. It’s a log. A signal check. Proof that I’m still transmitting even when the dial tone fades.
This is May 9, 2025. No blueprint. Just motion.
2014 — Press Start, No Save
Posted by Spindok
I turned 18 in the eye of a storm.
My dad visited me on my birthday just long enough to say, “You're on your own now.” No more financial support. No fallback. Just the words “time to grow up” and the space where his shadow used to be.
I was living in the top floor of a rented house in Burnaby with Ajay, Jolly, and my girlfriend at the time. Four people trying to stretch hope into rent. We weren’t building a dream—we were squatting inside one, hoping no one noticed the cracks.
Days, I went to the Art Institute of Vancouver for their $50,000 Professional Recording Arts program. They promised “no math.” That was a lie. The course was buried in electronics, acoustics, and theory I wasn’t prepared for. I looked around the classrooms and saw people who were already in bands, already in studios, already fluent in the language of music. I wasn’t. I didn’t have connections. I didn’t make friends. I just floated through it like a ghost with a student loan.
Nights, I cold-called strangers from a dim upstairs room in New Westminster. The company was called Auto Marketing Group—a boiler room scam disguised as a job. We told people we had buyers for their used cars. We charged them upfront fees. When I made a sale, they handed me a Red Bull and a paycheck with no T4. It paid well. It was fake.
The guy who ran it all, Matthew Loewen, killed himself in 2024. His obituary painted him as a family man. It never mentioned AMG.
In the middle of it all, I was deep into Dogecoin—back when it wasn’t just a meme. I played poker on Pokershibes. Tipped DOGE to strangers on Reddit. Believed in the community. Then Moolah and Dogewallet collapsed. The dream died. It turned into pump-and-dump noise, and I stepped out before it ate me too.
I was working a scam. Attending a scam. Watching a decentralized scam implode. All while trying to stay fed, pay rent, and figure out who the hell I was supposed to be.
That was 2014. No save files. No backup plan. Just survival, hustle, and a stubborn refusal to fold.
𝘔𝘢𝘺 6, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱
"Some days aren’t lessons or blessings — they’re just heavy."
Not every post needs a silver lining. Today just sucked. People don’t listen, systems don’t work, and it feels like I’m screaming into a dial-up void. I’ll be fine — I always am. But damn, I need a reset button. Or at least a cigarette made of glitchy pixels and spite.
ᵘᵤᵒᵤᵎ 28, 2025
"Not every broken thing needs fixing — some just need remembering."
Canada feels like a half-saved file sometimes. A country running on safe mode — beige pop-up warnings hidden under politeness. Everyone pretending the patches worked, pretending the foundation isn’t cracking, pretending this place didn’t sell its soul one bland, smiling trade deal at a time.
We’re good at branding up here. "Nice." "Polite." "Progressive." But under that clickbait packaging is a system stitched together by corporate scraps and gas station loyalty cards. A country that forgot how to dream because it was too busy optimizing parking lots and building ghost towns out of condos nobody can afford.
There’s this slow rot under everything now. Cities pretending they're still alive, streets clogged with boarded-up stores and luxury cars ghost-driving past tents. Health care hanging by a thread. A government more concerned with branding exercises than with the real bodies piling up behind the scenes. And everyone just politely nods. Smiles through it. Pretends this is fine.
I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like "at least it’s not as bad as the States" is a win. That’s not a win — that’s survivor’s guilt dressed in a thrifted Roots hoodie. That’s national gaslighting. That’s an apology email that never sends.
We were supposed to be more than this. More than a grinning mascot for dead ideals. More than polite decline. There’s a whole haunted bandwidth up here — signals from the people who still care, still build, still fight to remember that we deserved better than managed decay.
Maybe that’s why I keep writing these signals out. Not because it’ll fix anything. But because the archive matters. The log matters. The quiet acknowledgment that no, you’re not crazy — the floor is tilting under your feet. It’s not just you.
If you’re reading this, you’re still here. Still scanning. Still awake enough to notice. That’s something. That’s everything.
Catch you on the next frequency shift.
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