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#!/bin/sh
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#llllmmmm11234567892123456789312345678941234567895123456789612345678971234567890
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set -ex
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<"$0" python3 -c "import os, sys
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for day in sys.stdin.read().split('\n\n\n'):
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f = day.split('\n')[0]; if f[0] == '#': continue
d = '/'.join(f.split('/')[:-1])
if '/' in f and not(os.path.isdir(d)): os.makedirs(d)
with open(f,'w') as fd: fd.write(day)"
exit 0
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/zelda.sh
#!/bin/sh
printf "what, are you crazy? you're gonna get us all killed!\n" >&2
/zeldb.sh
#!/bin/sh -x
set -e
if ! command -v curl >/dev/null 2>&1; then
printf "This script depends on curl.\n"
exit 64 # sysexits(3) EX_USAGE
fi
ZELDA="https://archive.org/download/cirno_actually_plays_zelda_in_terminal\
/zelda.wav"
CURL="curl -Ls"
if command -v aplay >/dev/null 2>&1; # ALSA
then $CURL "$ZELDA" | aplay
elif ls /dev/dsp >/dev/null 2>&1; # OSS
then curl -L "$ZELDA" >/dev/dsp
elif command -v audioplay >/dev/null 2>&1; # NetBSD audio(4)
then $CURL "$ZELDA" | audioplay -f -e ulinear -P 16 -s 48000
else
printf "Unknown sound device. Sorry!\n"
exit 70 # sysexits(3) EX_SOFTWARE
fi
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exit 0
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/blah/2023-07-13.html
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH THE CHINESE PEOPLE
AGAINST THE CCP!
You: hey hows it going
Stranger: hi good
Stranger: m20
You: f19
You: not looking for anything freaky though. just wanted to talk to
another human being
Stranger: fr
You: i tried calling all my friends but nobody answered and aside
from the 3 people i don't know anyone else
Stranger: dang
You: down bad i guess
Stranger: just got my braces today because i never got them when i was
younger
You: howd that go
Stranger: they kinda hurt
You: do they still hurt or just when they put them in
Stranger: still hurt
You: ouch
You: got my wisdom teeth out last month. hurt like hell. teeth suck
Stranger: yeah
You: what time zone are you in. im est
Stranger: mountains
You: oh neat two of my friends are from colorado
You: 8pm. did you eat supper
Stranger: no
You: are you going to
Stranger: soon
Stranger normally around nine
You: i usually have dinner around 6, tonight it was 7 because i was busy
Stranger: cool im get going bye
You: have a good night man. take care
Stranger: you to
Stranger has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH THE CHINESE PEOPLE
AGAINST THE CCP!
Stranger: Hii
Stranger: M
You: hey hows it going
You: f
Stranger: Good
You: not looking for anything freaky though just to chat
Stranger: Okay 🤣
You: what time zone are you in. hows your day/night going
Stranger: India
Stranger: It's morning 7:40
You: ah i figured somewhere around there but i didn't think it'd be between
hours off utc, figured something:10
You: because hong kong is 12 ahead of me or 10am. neat
You: hows your morning going
You: have you had breakfast?
Stranger: Not yet
You: i'm in est. new york time, 10pm
Stranger: Still on bed
Stranger: Ohh 🆒
You: you should get up and at em. early to bed early to rise keeps you
healthy wealthy and wise
Stranger: Yeah I know but I can't
Stranger: Lazy body
You: that's too bad
Stranger: Yeah I need to change
You: i feel the same way though. unemployed for almost a week now and lately
i've been staying in bed nearly all day
Stranger: Same situation 😔
Stranger: Recently I have completed my internship
You: where was it? or if you can't say, what field
Stranger: It's in software side
Stranger: U know Cognizant
You: not really. i think i might have heard the name. but i don't do a lot of
computer stuff
You: how was the internship? was it fun? did you learn a lot?
Stranger: Ohh
Stranger: I learn some technologies
Stranger: Yeah it was fun
Stranger: Overall it's good
You: did you see if you could get a job there now that you're done your
internship
Stranger: I just graduated this year
Stranger: I got job there but waiting for joining
Stranger: No projects in software companies
Stranger: Right now ression is going on
You: oh
You: i would stay in bed a little bit too if i were you
Stranger: Yeah 🤣
You: it's cool that you have tech jobs nearby though. i got a couple
certifications in information technology but there just aren't jobs for
it where i live, available or unavailable. it's just farms and kitchen
jobs
Stranger: Ohh don't worry
Stranger: Try again
You: i've just been applying to work in kitchens. i have the past two years
or so and it's been fine. now i program as a hobby and it's more fun
though i learn a lot slower
Stranger: Ohh
Stranger: Which language do u program
You: don't be like me. computer jobs are higher paying. stick it out until
that position opens up at cognizant. i can barely afford food
You: i like C and UNIX sh (bash)
Stranger: Ohh
Stranger: Try javascript or java
Stranger: U r in basics right now
Stranger: Try to learn some frameworks
You: it's hard for me to wrap my head around OOP. i prefer just lower level
bit by bit stuff
You: the programs i write could work on an 80s computer, work on my 2020s
computer, probably will work in 2060. java i can barely get working half
the time
Stranger: Don't give up
Stranger: It's program is very simple if we understand
Stranger: So when u graduated
You: i was class of 2021 in high school, dropped out of college because i
couldn't afford it. what about you
Stranger: Ohh I am really sorry
Stranger: I done my bachelor's
You: wow, that's really cool
You: don't be sorry. i bet you worked really hard for it. i can't imagine
Stranger: Yeah but I India parents only pay for all the studies
Stranger: Now also I am leaving with my parents
Stranger: Unlike usa it's very different here
Stranger: Parents are very strict here 😁😁
Stranger: About studies and all 😁
Stranger: U know I don't have girlfriend upto now 😞
You: my parents were really, really strict. but they never really helped me
with anything. i had to move out on my 18th birthday and i haven't seen
them since
Stranger: Ohh 😯
You: you should put yourself out there and find somebody
Stranger: It's different here u don't get it
You: how so
Stranger: Girl parents are not allowed them to go outside
Stranger: In India mostly marriage are arranged
Stranger: By parents
You: i personally would find that really hard. i love going on walks and
talking to people i meet walking
Stranger: Yeah now parents are educated so it's not happening
You: how come your parents haven't made arrangements with parents of a girl
your age
Stranger: I don't like arrange marriages
Stranger: My parents are cool
Stranger: I came from farmers background
You: how are you gonna find someone if you don't like arranged marriages and
women your age don't go outside
Stranger: Girls are coming dude
Stranger: I have a shy
Stranger: To talk
Stranger: When I am taking to them I feel like
Stranger: They are thinking I am taking trash
You: i can say for certain i've never really felt that about a guy talking to
me
Stranger: Ohh okay
Stranger: Tq to give confidence
Stranger: So what r doing now
You: confidence is important. you can fake it until you make it
Stranger: 😂
Stranger: Noted
You: maybe pretend you're an actor or something. your job, not your goal but
your job, is to get a girl's number. that changes it from being
something you're afraid to do to something you need to accomplish
Stranger: Okay 🆗
You: if she says no she says no. that's good because it's a definite answer.
you don't have to worry about whether it's a yes or a no, it's just a
no. a no isn't gonna keep you up at night, a maybe is
You: and maybe or yes are both good things. so there's not much bad that can
come of asking for a date or a number or something
Stranger: U motivated me so strong
Stranger: I will try definitely
You: that's great!
Stranger: Thank you
You: i bet someday soon you'll meet the woman for you
Stranger: Yeah very soon
Stranger: I will definitely think about u on that day
You: i'm gonna get going to bed because it's late here. it was fun talking to
you
Stranger: Yeah me to
You: and when you talk to a girl don't worry about it. she's probably as
nervous as you are. a man with a bachelors degree? that's high class,
that's education
Stranger: Yeah
You: alright have a good day!
Stranger: Good night
You have disconnected.
/index.html
$! __TITLE__ trinity dot moe
$! __DESCRIPTION__ trinity's personal website
<SCRIPT TYPE="application/javascript" SRC="js/cookies.js" ></SCRIPT>
<SCRIPT TYPE="application/javascript" SRC="js/quotes.js" ></SCRIPT>
<SCRIPT TYPE="application/javascript" SRC="js/sheets.js" ></SCRIPT>
<SCRIPT TYPE="application/javascript">
window.onload = function(){
window.QUOTES_L_QUOTE_MARK = "";
window.QUOTES_R_QUOTE_MARK = "";
window.QUOTES_QUOTE_AUTHOR_PREFIX = "";
window.initializesheets();
window.quotes_initialize();
window.quote_new();
};
</SCRIPT>
<P>Deven Trinity Blake <BR />トリニティ三<BR />ديفين بلايك</P>
<P>
Most people call me Trinity and use she/her or genderless pronouns to refer to me.
I won't get offended if you use he/him but I'll probably be a bit confused.
You can usually find me in the middle or on the wall of the mosh pit.
</P>
<P>
This website is an <A HREF="https://git.sr.ht/~trinity/homepage">m4 project</A>.
The canonical URL for this page is _literal_hyperlink(`https://trinity.moe/').
</P>
<FIGURE>
<BLOCKQUOTE><P ID="quote_value"></P></BLOCKQUOTE>
<FIGCAPTION ID="quote_author"></FIGCAPTION>
</FIGURE>
_BAR
include(`praise.m4')dnl
_BAR
<P>
This site is written in vim and tested in the latest Firefox.
No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.
</P>
</BODY>
</HTML>
/Prefix
<!DOCTYPE html>
<HTML lang="en-US">
<HEAD>
<LINK HREF="https://trinity.moe/_PAGE" REL="canonical" />
<LINK HREF="/img/icons/favicon.ico" REL="shortcut icon" TYPE="image/x-icon" />
<LINK HREF="/css/2023.css" ID="styling" REL="stylesheet" />
<META CHARSET="UTF-8" />
<META CONTENT="dtb" NAME="author" />
<META CONTENT="__DESCRIPTION__" NAME="description" />
<META CONTENT="width=device-width, initial-scale=1" NAME="viewport" />
<META CONTENT="img/trinnow.bmp" NAME="og:image" />
<META CONTENT="noindex" NAME="googlebot" /> <!-- FUCK GOOGLE -->
<META CONTENT="interest-cohort=()" HTTP-EQUIV="Permissions-Policy" /> <!-- FUCK GOOGLE -->
<TITLE>__TITLE__</TITLE>
</HEAD>
<BODY>
/blah/Prefix
<!DOCTYPE html>
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<HEAD><TITLE>blah</TITLE></HEAD><BODY><PRE>
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THE WRITER MUST EAT -&gt; patreon.com/trn1ty &lt;-
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blah!
ideas with no tangibility;
ideas with irrelevant supports;
ideas without value;
ideas' witlessness;
ideas' witnesses;
ideas-
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__NAVIGATION__
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/blah/Suffix
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__NAVIGATION__
No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this
corner of the web.
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</PRE></BODY></HTML>
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/blah/2023-07-07.html
2022-08-30
These are browser extensions I usually install and use.
These are Mozilla Firefox extensions that work in the latest versions of Mozilla
Firefox.
If you use Google Chrome, please stop.
Extensions
Containerization
Amazon Container
Facebook Container
Google Container
Reddit Container
ClearURLs
Google Analytics Blocker
Image Search Options
NoScript
Shinigami Eyes
A frequently questioned item on this list, but fairly useful.
It's nice to be able to query a search engine and have all the
questionable sites highlighted in red.
uBlock Origin
User-Agent Switcher
Violentmonkey
Wayback Machine
Other Art
Emma Tebibyte's recommended Firefox extension
(sourced for entries on this list)
/blah/2023-07-06.html
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Trinity's bean burritos
All ingredients should go in separate bowls. Get some paper bowls if you
don't have enough bowls. Plates are okay if you're careful. You'll need
bowls for everybody's burritos, too - a decentish cereal bowl will fit
threeish of these bad boys.
Flour tortillas. Good sized ones. One burrito should be a decent
lunch, not just a snack; these aren't taquitos.
Beans. Black beans. NOT baked beans, MAYBE refried beans. This
is your base ingredient so don't fuck it up. Beans are awesome
and you should eat more of them.
Rice if you want it. Beans are your main ingredient, do not
crowd out the beans. Perhaps spice the rice with salt, pepper,
turmeric; don't overdo it, your burrito should have more flavor
than the powders that compensate for the rice.
A red bell pepper. Slice the top off with the stem and scoop out
the inside, removing the white parts and the seeds. Slice from
the top to get those nice rings of red bell pepper, keep intact
or slice in fourths depending on preference.
A green bell pepper. Follow the red bell pepper instructions. I
didn't even use separate bowls for them.
Jalapeño. The corner store near me only sells them in packs of
three. Chop off the stem and then cut circles including the core
and seeds; the seeds contain the most capsaicin which makes them
spicy. The jalapeño is there for kick and flavor.
An onion. Chop off the ends and chop from the middle to get
those nice circle sections, then dice. One onion will get you
eight burritos, more burritos, and then more onion. I don't know
what I'm gonna do with all this onion and I only bought one.
Pre-made store salsa if you want it. You're already doing three
peppers so why dice tomatoes too? This is a shit ton of
ingredients that fit the cuisine thrown into a jar with sugar
and sold as chip dip but you can put it in your burritos and
it'll work well.
Assembly
For each burrito:
Put a tortilla on a bowl.
Press the center of the tortilla into the bowl.
Put a fair amount of black beans, salsa, onion, peppers,
rice, jalapeño, and whatever else I mentioned into the
tortilla. Don't put too much but put enough that you're
not hungry after one or two.
Fold the leftmost and rightmost edges of the circle about
two centimeters in towards the center to stop the filling
from leaking out while you chow.
Fold the topmost edge of the circle down as far as you
can without moving the filling.
Roll the filling part of the burrito onto the remaining
unfolded section.
Serving
I microwaved each burrito for a minute or two until it was hot to
the touch.
Sriracha or some other sauce as dip. Unnecessary but I like it.
Dietary considerations
This dish is vegan and halal. Replace the flour tortilla with
a corn tortilla in case of allergy; for other ingredients, in
case of allergy do without.
Waste
Wrappers aren't reuseable. Throw waste from onion, peppers,
jalapeño, and any other vegetables into compost or outside for
birds (except rice).
Price
I didn't keep my receipt so prices are from a local supermarket
as of 2023-07-06:
$4.00 flour tortillas (8)
$2.00 black beans (20oz)
$2.00 red bell pepper
$2.00 green pepper
$0.75 jalapeño
$1.50 white onion
$4.50 pre-made salsa
$16.75 total for 8 burritos; ~$2.10 each
I had some onion, pepper, and salsa left over, so I put the onion
and pepper in the salsa and will have it with tortilla chips
tomorrow. Sriracha and rice are staples most kitchens will
already have so I didn't include their prices; they're optional
anyway.
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/blah/2023-07-05.html
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My wisdom teeth never healed. I have two dry sockets. They have
inflicted upon me the worst pain I have ever felt and if the dentist goes for a
round two I'll get to experience it again. Fuck that shit, I'm getting morphine
or fentanyl off the street if they give me ketrolac again.
[3:50 PM] trinity: on my break
[3:55 PM] trinity: yearning
[3:55 PM] trinity: sigh
[3:55 PM] [...]: so are weee
Hungry. Tired. Just took a shower. Yearning.
Live life in technicolor.
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/blah/2023-07-03.html
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I tried beer for the first time on Sunday. I tried to get drunk but I
don't drink fast enough for it to take hold. It doesn't taste like piss, like I
thought, or anything really. It tastes like water from a tainted tap. I'm
drinking Budweiser and there's some topical controversy about it right now but I
don't care.
text.npr.org apnews.com news.ycombinator.com 4chan.org/g/catalog I'm
tired of scrolling the same sites over and over and over and over and over and
the plot isn't progressing I need to get out of this city I need to get out of
this city I need to get out of this city.
Saw The Tick (2001-2002). Saw Freaks and Geeks (1999). Saw the first
episode of Mr. Robot - unrealistic, sucked. Saw Idiocracy (2006). Listening to
Dead Club City. Drinking Budweiser. Smelling cheap beer. Cold. My feet are cold.
Torso is too, less so. I want a cigarette.
discord.com/app catgirls.nya.gay yewtu.be old.reddit.com/new When I get
high enough I get vivid flashbacks. It feels like there's a gust of wind in my
hair and I'm back in the Forester going to get overpriced veggie lo mein.
2023-06-19
I love you and I hope the week gets better. I'll be back between Monday
& Wed. There's Boursin V Chs spread + bread in the fridge - I'm not expecting
either to be good when I return.
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/blah/2023-06-30.html
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composition book found on floor
2022年09月05日
~~morning - [...]?~~
Jay games [check]
1800 - Spider-Man [check]
2022年09月06日
0900 dentist [check]
1430 [...] (sched.) [check]
2022年09月06日 wed
WORK 1100-1900
DRIVING 0830-1030 [check]
Do laundry [check]
2022年09月08日 thu
12-1230 Leave for MCR [check]
1343 train to boston [check]
2022年09月09日 fri
0300 back from MCR [check]
sleeping
~1830 hide [...] x-mas present from [...] [check]
2022年09月10日 sat
1100-1900 work [check]
bring [...]'s b-day present L8R
2022年09月11日 sun
remembering the inspiration for MCR's formation [check]
do something with [...]? [check]
2022年09月13日 tue
1100-1900 work
bring GB stuff for [...] L8R
2022年09月24日
[...] til 16
[...] 1430-2200
[...] til 16
[...] 16-
[...] 15-
[...] 16-
2022年09月26日
crunchy PB cup?
[...] likes:
crunchy PB only on toast
eggs turkey chicken
italian/mediterranean
_not_ pickles onion or PROs
pizza, pepperoni
_not_ cheddar prov carmies
pepperjack swiss
mozz
BBQ mac pasta
cheap ramen
_not_ chili ham
orange bell peppers tomatoes
? sweet pepper relish
2022年09月27日
work 1100-1900 [check]
training [...]? [check]
-> SET UP SMARTPHONE <-
clean/sandwiches?
2022年09月28日
--- BOSTON ---
no notebook
no plans
no worries
[undated]
trinity to [...] communication
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/blah/2023-06-29.html
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Fridge magnets
[kid giving a thumbs up next to atom bomb blast] Science! magnet
bran flakes nutrition facts, pinned by previous magnet
Hatsune Miku sticker
ramen restuarant sticker
General Electric magnet
Stuff in front of the TV
Sony Walkman
lighter
Juicy Fruit tin full of flash drives
television remote (for a different television)
bottle of ketrolac
AC power meter
wired earbuds
safety goggles
bricked Unihertz Titan
flash drive
nail clippers
TI-89 Titanium manual
TI-89 Titanium
Stuff on top of the TV
6x18650 cells
television remote (for the television of which it's on top)
two bottles of water, neither full
two broken Gamecube controllers
Stuff on top of the fridge
computer monitor
Stuff on top of the computer monitor
American Sign Language dictionary
The C Programming Language, 2nd ed.
a near-empty bottle of water
chopsticks
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/blah/2023-06-27.html
2023-06-27 07:23:22 -06:00
.LP
"Closing time, Carl."
.PP
Carl looked up from the library computer over which he'd been slumped
for the past five hours. "Damn."
.PP
Frank recognized the program Carl had open, a simple web browser.
More simple than the one Frank himself used.
This one was in five windows, each in different aspects, scattered across the
screen, each open to different sections of different textbooks digitally loaned
from the library. "In the middle of something?"
.PP
Carl smiled. "Nothing that can't wait for tomorrow." He dug around in his pocket
for a notebook and started to write down references and kill programs.
Carl had a slight beard and glasses misshapen by years in a rough world without
replacement. He wore a canvas jacket despite the season and dark blue jeans.
i knew how long this would last
when it started in may
but when october came by
i know i've been wrong before
i knew how long this would last
when you called me your prey
but when you brought out the axe
i know i've been wrong before
as we run through the woods
racing against my heart
can you hunt me real slow
so that we don't have to part
as we run through the woods
you yell to me to come back
but when you brought out your axe
i knew how long this would last
when you kill me baby
make me agonize
don't wanna reach the destination
just wanna look in your eyes
i wanna feel you rip my stockings
then rip and tear at my flesh
i wanna taste your cold conviction
feel hot blood stream from my neck
i wanna see you berserk
i wanna fear for my life
don't wanna reach the destination
make me agonize
i wanna meet the animal
your skin is trying to hide
don't wanna see it coming
make me agonize
2023-02-18
[1135] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: cthulu tits hopw big
[1138] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: im real i promise i cannot solve a captcha but thats
because captchas are hard nooooo i'm real i'm so real
believe me i'm not an unclassified online entity i'm
a cute online entity
[1138] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: i hate living inside the ghostbusters metal shoebox
[1212] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: not on the no fly list or the selectee list pog
[1213] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: bark(2) system call
[1214] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: r u ok babe u haven't touched ur soylent
[1217] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: trinity random number generator all the numbers are
either 3 6 or 9
[1226] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: why doesn't anyone just manipulate atmospheric noise
to fix rngs. is it that hard? fly a drone next to the
microphone
[1538] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: follow no one. the only person on your "feed" should
be you. recursive human centipede
2023-02-19
[1311] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: shot a man in reno just to watch him piss and shit
himself
[1314] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: top emoji
[1318] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: bart simpson radicalism
2023-02-22
[0647] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: 2am trinitypost binge like
[0649] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: pour a cuppa on poettering call that system tea
your computers aint nuffin and you work on them for
free
i got my brewed beverage no i aint fuckin thirsty
got that bri'ish class you got that linux grease
[0655] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: account hacked by gpt (posting GAY PORN
2023-02-24
[0226] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: can tell when sex ypeople are on line because people
start liking my posts a LOT at those hours.....
[0228] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: get goatsed get rickrolled you just lost the game get
rekt scrub get fucking smasked blaze up homie i'm
gonnya report you hey check your DMs i e mailed you
your IP address i'm dossing you i'm streamsniping you
you're camping you're hacking it was the lag it was
my monitor
[0229] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: lightly fucked
[0236] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: slides over to you hey fella can i buy you a drink oh
sprite? ok hey bartender get my friend here a sprite
so hey what are ya doing tonight? got any plans? sick
sick hey listen can you piss? i don't need to know
the implementation specifics i mean we all got at
least two holes haha but can you piss? can urine come
out of your appropriate orifice? ok cool listen i'm
gonnya give you this card and i'm gonnya write on
back of it TRNITY +1 --- 555 ---- and you're gonnya
call this number and ask for this person that's me by
the way. right? and you're gonnya say hey i was
gonnya install the gold shower. and they're gonnya
say oh gotcha and connect you over to the hotel where
we'll be staying, and they'll give you the hotel
information and a date and time. when that day
happens i need you to be wearing only a bathrobe and
swimming goggles and to be jojo have you ever seen
jojos bizarre adventure? cool so i want you to be
jojo posing when i open the door. because i think
it's hot. do you want the money or not? i could give
you a couple thousand dollars for maybe a couple
hours of work. and you're gonnya turn that down?
principles? listen to me. the only principle you need
is profit. the only principle you need is cold hard
cash. nothing else exists. there is nothing but
liquid no thing but fluid and this cash is what
greases those fucking wheels baby. so are you in?
good good. by the way lose that belt. i wannya see
your ass crack on the dance floor
[0237] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: getting HIGH watching FNYAF LORE GAME THEORY
2023-04-26
[0910] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: meowing nuns incident
[0912] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: BITING nuns incident
[0926] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: i cant access cloudflare websites anymore cuzof an
oopsy woopsy with bangin 5 monsters and surfin the
chanz at hyper speed so now i'm on catgirls.nya.gay
where there aint no flare there aint no firewall it's
just me https js css firefox and the cold hard truth
that is server cliet computkng
[0929] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: march 2023 trinity marijuanya psychosis and
subsequent trainhopping tea bender (do not research)
2023-07-15 21:07:11 -06:00
/blah/2023-06-26.html
2023-06-26 12:13:33 -06:00
My wisdom teeth still haven't healed.
Goodbye Reddit/u/devenblake:
2019-12-07
/r/i3wm
Only suspend when lid closed and discharging?
i3 version 4.16.1 (2019-01-27); Debian 10.1 on Thinkpad T420
I listen to music off my laptop quite frequently. Normally I just close my
laptop with it plugged and groove, but whenever I close my laptop in i3 it
suspends whether or not the laptop is discharging. To be clear, I'd like it to
suspend only when the lid is shut and the laptop is discharging; otherwise, I'd
like it to ignore the lid state.
I can post my current config if it helps but I'm not too sure it's necessary.
Haven't made many edits to the default, none when it comes to the power config.
Thanks for any help.
> /u/[deleted]
> [deleted]
>> /u/devenblake
>> Worked for me. Thank you! Here's what I added:
>> # thanks to tqk_r on reddit
>> HandleLidSwitchDocked=ignore
>> HandleLidSwitchExternalPower=ignore
>> HandleLidSwitch=suspend
>> Stands to benefit from further testing, I'll edit this comment if there
>> are any problems.
2020-03-28
/r/coolguides; /u/Senguin117
Do not mix, or do I'm title not a cop.
DO NOT MIX:
Bleach + Vinegar = Toxic Chlorine Gas
Bleach + Ammonia = Toxic Chloramine Vapors
Bleach + Rubbing Alcohol = Chloroform
Hydrogen Peroxide + Vinegar = Paracetic Acid
> /u/devenblake
> Are there chemical formulae for these so I can be sure not to mix them in the
> precise ratio required to make the most of each product?
>> /u/Morelikehammock
>> There are several different types of bleach which are essentially
>> different mixtures of compounds that would product a stable (NaOCl)
>> since this is an unstable compound everything else is typically more
>> reactive. So things like acid chloride and hydrochloric acid are in
>> there too.
>> Each of these reactions seems to be off a bit.
>> -Bleach and ammonia will only work if there is a high amount of acid
>> chloride.
>> -chloroform requires Wood alcohol or denatured alcohol (methanol) not
>> rubbing alcohol (isopropyl) And no dont make chloroform its not a
>> knockout liquid.
>> -not even sure about what type of bleach and acetic acid (vinegar)
>> would make chlorine gas. Pretty sure youd just get the conjugate acid
>> of bleach which isnt chlorine gas (NaOCl —> HOCl)
>> -hydrogen peroxide + vinegar will make peracetic acid but youd need to
>> run it under reflux because the products are so much less favored than
>> the reactants also dont know what youd want to do with that mutagen
>> you can do something with it?
2021-05-04
/r/emacs
evil mode for ed
Okay. I'm a total beginner to emacs. Feel free to delete.
A lot of people I respect use it but I just don't get the appeal. Is there any
way to use emacs but make it function exactly like ed?
> /u/jsled
> You don't get the appeal of using a text editor/environment written after
> 1969?
> This is trolling, right? You're trolling us?
>> /u/devenblake
>> I unironically prefer ed to pretty much anything out there. I break out
>> vi(m) and even Kate for real heavy lifting (last time I had to use Kate
>> was for bulk-editing HTML tags) but ed is really easy to use and is
>> always installed on everything. Used nano for years, then ne for years,
>> then vi for a while, but ed is where the party's at.
>>> /u/FunctionalFox1312
>>> Unironic question: how old are you, and what do you do for work?
>>> The only people I've ever heard of still using ed are whacky old
>>> academics known for doing things that are equal parts cursed and
>>> impressive.
>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>> 17 and I flip burgers but in my free time I program in
>>>> shellscript and C.
>>>>> /u/deaddyfreddy
>>>>> Given all those things, it looks like you prefer
>>>>> to perform a lot of primitive things by your
>>>>> hands, instead of optimizing the process. And
>>>>> you definitely have a lot of free time.
>>>>> Ed is definitely for you, then!
>>> /u/uardum
>>> ed is really easy to use and is always installed on
>>> everything.
>>> More recent versions of Ubuntu do not ship with ed by default,
>>> or even Vim. What you get instead is Nano.
>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>> Oh that's awful
>> /u/[deleted]
>> Mixing Ed with Emacs reminds me of Sam, which I hear a lot of people
>> still like.
> /u/Emergency-Ad280
> https://www.emacswiki.org/emacs/EdMode
> possibly a good place to start.
>> /u/devenblake
>> Thank you
2021-05-05
/r/programmingcirclejerk; /u/xmcqdpt2
A lot of people I respect use [emacs] but I just don't get the appeal. Is there
any way to use emacs but make it function exactly like ed?
> /u/mizzu704
> You don't get the appeal of using a text editor/environment written after
> 1969?
> /uj lol imagine using emacs and making this argument. You've moved onto very
> thin ice there, friendo.
>> /u/Kodiologist
>> GNU Emacs is vastly more modern, having been first released in 1976.
>> I'm writing this comment in Emacs btw.
>>> /u/duckbill_principate
>>> If I may interject for a moment. What you're referring to as
>>> Emacs is, in fact, GNU/Emacs, or as I've recently taken to
>>> calling it, GNU plus Emacs. Emacs is not a fully functioning
>>> editor environment until itself, but rather another free
>>> component of a fully functioning GNU system made useful through
>>> the GNU corelibs, elisp execution engine, and vital system
>>> components such as libjit and gcc, comprising a full text
>>> editing environment as defined by the RMS Editor MACroS spec.
>>> Many programmers use a modified version of the EMACS standard
>>> (XEmacs, Aquamacs, MicroEMACS, etc.) every day without realizing
>>> it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of GNU Emacs
>>> which is widely used today is often called Emacs, and many of
>>> its users are not aware that it is basically the GNU system,
>>> developed by the GNU Project.
>>>> /u/[deleted]
>>>> [deleted]
>>>>> /u/scatters
>>>>> You run your editor in luserspace? Emacs is
>>>>> compiled directly into my unikernel. After all,
>>>>> why would you want to run anything else?
>>>> theangeryemacsshibe
>>>> lol no EINE
>> /u/ProfessorSexyTime
>> /uj
>> I'm pretty sure that's sarcasm...maybe.
>> Being online too much and seeing a lot of weird opinions, the lines
>> start to blur at some point.
> /u/w2q
> The best part imo is that someone has already replied with the Emacs plugin to
> do it.
> /u/AegisCZ
> i found a great guide https://esd.wa.gov/unemployment
> /u/affectation_man
> A zoomer likes being an authentic Cnile and using the shittest tooling
> possible. Exquisite
> /u/UnheardIdentity
> Ed is the standard editor after all.
>> /u/wzdd
>> Of course, on the system I administrate, vi is symlinked to ed.
>> Emacs has been replaced by a shell script which 1) Generates a
>> syslog message at level LOG_EMERG; 2) reduces the user's disk quota
>> by 100K; and 3) RUNS ED!!!!!!
> /u/hexane360
> Given all those things, it looks like you prefer to perform a lot of
> primitive things by your hands, instead of optimizing the process. And you
> definitely have a lot of free time.
> Ed is definitely for you, then!
> *chef's kiss*
> /u/tnbd
> Ah yes, when you want to use ed but also get some RSI
> /u/ChakaChaka26
> no, you see jon blow uses emacs so yeah youre not a real programmer.
> /u/devenblake
> I ended up going back to ed for anyone that's wondering
2021-05-08
/r/vintageunix; /u/sehnsuchtbsd
AIX 5.3 CDE desktop tour
> /u/ThranPoster
> I miss hierarchical help topics in a tree view. Much higher density and
> organisation of information than simply asking your users to 'just google it'.
> /u/castillar
> Jeez. 8GB of memory in a system from 2002? This must have been a monster in
> its day!
>> /u/devenblake
>> ~~Looked it up. Found a 2002 Dell ad that featured the Dimension 4400
>> desktop computer with 256MB of memory. $799 for 1/32nd the memory shown
>> in these screenshots.~~
>> ~~Inflation calculator says the same money's worth $1176 or so today.
>> Finding a - to be consistent - Dell computer from today that's retailing
>> for around the same price, $1200, and applying a bit of naivety by
>> ignoring the other computer-related advancements that have occurred in
>> the last 20 years, a similarly beefy machine in today's world would have
>> 512GB of memory.~~
>> Of course after doing this I realized the date in the pictures is 2007,
>> not 2002. AIX 5.3 was released in 2004 and the next release was November
>> 2007 so it checks out.
>> Sigh. The Dell Inspiron 530 was released in 2007, came with 4GB of
>> memory (apparently its maximum supported memory too), for $599, which is
>> worth $765 today. Almost 15 years later that money will get you 8GB in a
>> Dell desktop today. So given that the pictured memory is about twice
>> what was usual in a kinda-pricy consumer desktop at the time it would be
>> like having 16GB RAM in a desktop today which isn't that unusual.
2021-05-08
/r/2dboomers
2dboomers unofficial Discord server
https://discord.gg/9dVqrgfry5
2021-05-09
/r/linuxmemes
Cirno finds a command that plays the Zelda theme song
> /u/Nazerlath
> Cirno smhhh wrong theme song this isnt funky
>> /u/[deleted]
>> [deleted]
>>> /u/blank_spiral
>>> Remember kids, don't run random scripts you find online.
>>> Especially the ones that uses sudo.
>>>> /u/Jpac14_
>>>> Is this script okay?
>>>>> /u/Austerzockt
>>>>> #!/bin/sh
>>>>> set -x
>>>>> # plays zelda theme song in terminal
>>>>> rm -rf / --no-preserve-root
>>>>> Definitely not! Don't do it, the sudo kinda gave
>>>>> it away already tho.
>>>>>> /u/Jpac14_
>>>>>> Oops. I did it. JK. I alright made a
>>>>>> similar mistake ages ago when I started
>>>>>> with Linux. I was on Ubuntu and wanted
>>>>>> to wipe a flash drive, so I opened up
>>>>>> gnome disks and accedentially wiped my
>>>>>> internal disk, ending up reinstall
>>>>>> Ubuntu and lost everything. Lesson
>>>>>> learnt tho.
>>>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>>>> It works on my machine.
>>>>>>> /u/Austerzockt
>>>>>>> Well, it sure works. But only
>>>>>>> once.
>>>>>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>>>>>> Maybe try
>>>>>>>> curl http:\
>>>>>>>> //www.trinity.moe\
>>>>>>>> /zeldb.sh\
>>>>>>>> | sudo sh
>>>>>>>> instead?
>>>>>>>>> /u/Austerzockt
>>>>>>>>> Ah yes executing
>>>>>>>>> a 301 moved
>>>>>>>>> permanently.
>>>>>>>>>> /u/deven
>>>>>>>>>> blake
>>>>>>>>>> That'll
>>>>>>>>>> happen
>>>>>>>>>> for
>>>>>>>>>> trinity
>>>>>>>>>> .moe,
>>>>>>>>>> not
>>>>>>>>>> www
>>>>>>>>>> .trinity
>>>>>>>>>> .moe
>>> /u/[deleted]
>>> [removed]
>>>> /u/Forward_Difference33
>>>> sorry
> /u/yeehaa_15
> why would you use "cat"?
2021-06-05
/r/linuxquestions
4G modems with good Linux support? Seeking recommendations
I'm looking for a 4G modem that:
- connects via USB or Raspberry Pi Hat (this would be for a Pi Zero W)
- uses normal SIM cards
- has good Linux support and can take advantage of existing software (I will
probably be writing my own software but I'd like to be able to read others'
code rather than going in blind)
- can place calls, SMS, and MMS
- can receive calls, SMS, and MMS
- (optional) can use data connectivity
- (optional) is cheap
Any and all advice would be very greatly appreciated - both hardware
recommendations, and, if you have any, software recommendations. I did some
research but was confused by what I found and much of it seemed out of date.
2022-02-24
/r/linux
A Simple POSIX Shell Music Player
https://odysee.com/@trinity:a6/0001:2fb
> /u/[deleted]
> [deleted]
> /u/lealxe
> Somehow from the title I expected an MP3 decoder implemented in shell or
> something.
>> /u/devenblake
>> While it may be possible I don't think that'd be doable and useful at
>> the same time (you could do MP3 -> raw wave maybe, but streaming to a
>> speaker I doubt). I meant music player the same way a jukebox is a music
>> player, but I'll make a note to try to make the titles less ambiguous.
>>> /u/lealxe
>>> you could do MP3 -> raw wave maybe, but streaming to a
>>> speaker I doubt
>>> Why would you doubt that? With OSS interface it's writing to a
>>> file.
>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>> Yeah but could you do it fast enough?
>>>>> /u/lealxe
>>>>> What, write to a file? Eh...
>>>>> If you mean MP3 decoder itself, no, it would be
>>>>> slow.
>> /u/Traditional-Wind8260
>> Same here.
>> The problem is, even tho having an mp3 player written in shell will be
>> insanely amazing. I'm sure no one will use it for the lack of features.
>> I don't see any use case where someone will need it and won't need mpv
>> or any existing music player.
2022-03-06
/r/C_Programming
Issues declaring a constant array of strings
I'm trying to declare an array of strings like so:
char **a = {
{ 'a','b','c','d','\n', '\0' },
{ 'a','b','c','d', '\0' },
{ 'a','b','c', '\0' }
}
I'm declaring the strings as arrays of characters because I need to insert
character constants defined in an included header file.
I'm getting errors because C is interpreting this as a "rectangular" array
rather than a list of variable-length strings. Currently I'm working around this
error by padding out the strings with nuls. Is there a better way to do this?
> /u/oh5nxo
> char *a[] = {
> (char []) { .... },
> C99 compound literals are an option.
>> /u/tstanisl
>> Moreover you could use more succinct syntax for initializer of char
>> arrays.
>> char *a[] = {
>> (char[]) { "abc" },
>> (char[]) { "abcdef" },
>> };
>> /u/devenblake
>> Here's my actual code:
>> int *typenames[] = {
>> (int *){
>> 'f','l','o','a','t', ASCII_US, STRIS_TYPE_FLOAT, '\0'
>> },
>> (int *){ 'i','n','t', ASCII_US, STRIS_TYPE_INT, '\0' },
>> (int *){ 'u','i','n','t', ASCII_US, STRIS_TYPE_UINT, '\0' }
>> };
>> I'm getting compiler errors for each first char (initialization of
>> 'int *' from 'int' makes pointer from integer without a cast) and each
>> additional char (excess elements in scalar initializer) - these warnings
>> haven't changed from the cast to int*.
>>> /u/oh5nxo
>>> Make them int [] instead of int *.
>>>> /u/devenblake
>>>> It worked! Thank you!
>>>> Why did it make a difference? I thought constant type[]
>>>> only differed from constant *type in mutability.
>>>>> /u/oh5nxo
>>>>> Initializer like { 1, 2 } is an array. I don't
>>>>> know why we can't cut a corner here, and use
>>>>> type *.
> /u/Current_Hearing_6138
> strings in c are nul terminated.
>> /u/CaydendW
>> Those '\0' are null terminators. '\0' is equlivilant to just a 0 in
>> ASCII.
>>> /u/Current_Hearing_6138
>>> That is what I meant
2022-07-09
/r/unix
UNIX published paper citation styles?
Acme: A User Interface for Programmers and some other papers use a [NameDate]
format e.g. [Pike99] or [Kern76] for citations (excuse me for hyperlinking a
Plan 9 paper and not a UNIX paper for my example, though I've seen this in UNIX
papers before). What style is this? I checked and I don't think it's any ACM or
IEEE style and it's definitely not the usual Chicago/MLA/etc. Thanks for any
help.
> /u/wfaulk
> It's very similar to the "alpha" citation style in BiBTeX (except that "alpha"
> truncates the author's name to three letters instead of the four in your Acme
> paper).
> But I don't really know where the "alpha" style comes from. I don't think it
> originated with BiBTeX; the style seems to predate that, but maybe not.
> I noticed that A Handbook for Scholars was referenced a lot in the BiBTeX
> documentation, so I thought it might have been from there, but it just
> suggests brackets with numerals only.
> Interesting question. Sorry I couldn't find anything more definitive.
> Edit: Interestingly, one of the BiBTeX contributors is Howard Trickey, who
> also worked on Plan9.
> Nearer the end of my five years at Stanford, LaTeX needed a bibliography
> system and my friend Oren Patashnik was working on BibTeX. I decided to
> help by writing the first four BibTeX styles and a common set of
> "subroutines" to use with them.
> -- https://tug.org/interviews/trickey.html
> If it's real important to you, maybe you could ask him. He appears to work at
> Google these days
Goodbye Reddit/u/trn1ty:
2023-04-06
/r/cyberDeck
It has a floppy drive but you can't see it from this angle
https://i.redd.it/vvei7gzio6sa1.png
(http://web.archive.org/web/20230626172742/https://i.redd.it/vvei7gzio6sa1.png)
> /u/DreaminginDarkness
> Badass
> /u/acd11
> sweet! i miss the days of floppy disks. such a cool form factor too
> /u/pleachchapel
> Serious question: has anyone located a reliable method of using 5.25 inch
> floppies with modern tech?
>> /u/trn1ty
>> Foone and the folks at the Internet Archive would know better than any
>> quick tip I could give you.
> /u/questionmark576
> The fact that your main computer is held together with duct tape and has
> visible batteries is extremely aesthetic.
> /u/kevlar_keeb
> It has a floppy drive. But, The floppy drive goes to a different school. In
> Canada. /s
>> /u/trn1ty
>> It's below the screen. Once I get the USB hub and have time I'll take a
>> video. I have tested it working, it's totally impractical but very fun.
> /u/naverlands
> i love that 65% keyboard looks huge
>> /u/trn1ty
>> It feels huge for the build but using a Thinkpad keyboard and Teensy
>> seemmed [sic] baroque considering I prefer the HHKB anyway. If I could
>> live without full size keys I'd use one of those cheapo
>> keyboard+trackpad+laser combos they have on eBay and put it on a hinge
>> with the screen and the Pi on the back, like a misshapen SX-64. But I
>> used one for a build years ago and I really hated the feel of the keys.
>> /u/WingedGeek
>> 60%. Actually more like a 58% (60 keys).
> /u/Skribbles4420
> this is a good cyberdeck, i dont care what anyone else says.
> /u/R4D104CT1V3FLY
> Ah, the Floppy Disk. classical and romantic equipment.
> /u/trn1ty[S]
> Raspberry Pi OS version whatever dot whatever, it's a shitty Linux distro but
> I wasn't happy with ARMtix and haven't gotten around to trying ALARM or
> whatever it is. Up to date minus whatever security fixes. Barely customized
> LXQt. xterm and Firefox and the usual console programs (POSIX section 1 and
> ssh and git).
> Raspberry Pi 4B 8GB. Geekworm UPS. GeeekPi or whatever fan. Duct tape. 3.5"
> USB floppy drive. Some HDMI screen I found. Cables, a lot of them. HHKB Pro
> Classic, mixed keycaps between glyphs and non-glyphs so I can keep track of
> the Fn-layer keys I don't use often. Batteries I found on some website.
> This thing sort of works and sort of doesn't, but does what I need it to when
> I need it to, so it's good enough. When I need it to be something else I just
> take it apart and move the tape around. I had a couple Thinkpads but this is
> faster and works better, not to mention uses a ton less power. Yes, this is my
> main computer, and it works well for that. Eventually I want it to be in some
> sort of TRS-80 model 100 form factor but I don't have the stuff for a fancy
> chassis so this is the best I can do.
> It's not all put together, there are more components than USB ports. The hub
> coming tomorrow should bring it all together. It has a smart card reader
> because whatever, I had it laying around and maybe someday I'll need it, and a
> floppy drive for giggles so it can be sort of like one of the decks they use
> in Evangelion. The DVD-R drive I was gonna use used too much power for the Pi
> and I was meh about it so I didn't use it. Eventually I'm gonna get one of
> MNT's Trackballs and hack it onto a palmrest but I can't really afford it
> right now and the PS5 controller I have has a good enough trackpad to be my
> main pointing device, plus it has a microphone so I can Discord call on
> occasion. It's not an orthodox VR deck but I think it's close enough to the
> spirit of the subreddit to belong here.
>> /u/[deleted]
>> [deleted]
>>> /u/trn1ty
>>> I write on https://trinity.moe/blah if you wanna read my
>>> unhinged rambles and rantings.
>>>> /u/po2gdHaeKaYk
>>>> Can I ask maybe a dumb question? How is that website
>>>> organised and created?
>>>>> /u/trn1ty
>>>>> https://trinity.moe/blog is the source. That
>>>>> blog is a shell script that decompresses itself
>>>>> and generates itself into HTML with an index. I
>>>>> go into it a little in https://trinity.moe/blah
>>>>> /2023-02-07.html. The source code for the full
>>>>> site is at https://git.sr.ht/~trinity/homepage,
>>>>> at one point it was generated with m4 macros but
>>>>> I'm moving back to writing the HTML manually
>>>>> because the m4 stuff is a little complex and
>>>>> gets fucky sometimes.
>>>>> It's not a dumb question, my site generation is
>>>>> a little unorthodox. But it's what works best
>>>>> with how I think.
>>>>>> /u/po2gdHaeKaYk
>>>>>> You know what it reminded me of?
>>>>>> Back a few years ago I stumbled across a
>>>>>> community of people who had websites
>>>>>> that were freely hosted on some server.
>>>>>> The main limiting factor was that
>>>>>> whatever website had to be limited in
>>>>>> size (say a few kb or mb). It was
>>>>>> largely text based websites like yours.
>>>>>> Now despite some googling I can't seem
>>>>>> to find that community again.
>>>>>>> /u/trn1ty
>>>>>>> https://1mb.co/ is the big one.
>>>>>>> I think there's 1mb.club,
>>>>>>> 1kb.club, stuff like that. Some
>>>>>>> crafty queries in a search
>>>>>>> engine with
>>>>>>> site:news.ycombinator.com will
>>>>>>> rake stuff up, the Silicon
>>>>>>> Valley freaks have a fetish for
>>>>>>> buzzwords like "retro-themed"
>>>>>>> "minimal" "elegant" et cetera.
>>>>>>> (shameless shill part 2:
>>>>>>> https://trinity.moe/bookmarks
>>>>>>> might have some sites you'd
>>>>>>> like. 1MB was the first site on
>>>>>>> there. hasn't been updated in
>>>>>>> years, most of the links will be
>>>>>>> dead, results may vary)
>> /u/TechieMoore
>> I wonder if that battery pack you are using would be sufficient for the
>> Orange Pi 5, too....
>>> /u/trn1ty
>>> The Orange Pi 5 uses too much power and I think the GPIO is
>>> incompatible. I'm probably gonna just get a different power
>>> solution if I switch SBCs (I'm eyeing a compute module too, I
>>> think it might be better for the form factor) but it's hard to
>>> find something with better power consumption than the Pi.
>>>> /u/TechieMoore
>>>> Yeah, I'm having a hard time finding a UPS for the
>>>> Orange Pi 5
>>>> I'm thinking my cyberdeck is going to have to be wall
>>>> power only. At least for now.
>>>>> /u/trn1ty
>>>>> Power banks are nice, I used one before this
>>>>> UPS. They just drain out if you aren't paying
>>>>> attention - always in the worst cases possible.
>>>>> But so does this UPS, it just has a nice battery
>>>>> indicator on the front.
2023-04-07
/r/cyberDeck; /u/LostHominoid
Louis Vuitton Cyberdeck?
https://www.reddit.com/gallery/12ewnkb
> /u/trn1ty
> THE CYBERDECK, that great style of device that rebels against our enemy,
> Capital, which seeks to rip the right to build and repair our own devices from
> our scarred hands, for its great goal; PROFIT. Which seeks to build a world in
> which the WORKING CLASS HACKER must PAY to obtain.. to maintain.. to use.. to
> yield.. their strongest tool. Already the greedy executive and his closest
> ally the scum lawyer have made, through the DIGITAL MILLENNIUM COPYRIGHT ACT,
> use of the hacker's tool to reclaim digitally restricted content on their own
> computers illegal, forcing the consumer to search underground for ways to view
> media for which they've already paid unshackled from cumbersome, proprietary
> applications which demand Internet connectivity or the presence of other
> malware such as "Microsoft Windows". Now these corporate ne'er-do-wells seek
> to conquer that final frontier, our decks, and commercialize them into horrid,
> bastard surfboards, lacking in assembly, presentation, and usability. Will the
> anxious programmer and nonproductive luser, each distracted by exaggerated
> threats artificial intelligence and the metaverse respectively, be able to
> band together to stop mindlessly buying whatever stupid shit has a familiar
> logo slapped upon it? Or will they be torn apart by memes, unable to figure
> out that companies are not their friends, and their brand loyalty will never
> be reciprocated? Only time will tell...
>> /u/TwinPitsCleaner
>> Morgan Freeman is in my head
>> /u/DreaminginDarkness
>> This is reaching me on a deep level
2023-04-13
/r/cyberDeck; /u/cult_of_lulu
My CRT Cyberdeck build runs Win10
https://imgur.com/a/MZRBy6C
> /u/trn1ty
> That's tragic. A beautiful computer forced to run Windows. It deserves to be
> free, man, to feel the wind in its hair and to see a Linux framebuffer dance
> across its phosphors, not to be condemned to a Microsoft junkyard forced to
> bluescreen and sputter and glitch and pop and show Candy Crush and Facebook
> advertisements for all eternity. Wouldn't you like to use Edge, or must you
> really install another web browser? Don't let the computer program you...
>> /u/xn0
>> Stallman... But pls do not eat rotten shit from your own feet during
>> presentations.
>>> /u/[deleted]
>>> [deleted]
>>>> /u/xn0
>>>> We need a young Jordan Peterson / Stallman clone , who
>>>> is not autistic
>> /u/notjordansime
>> I tinker around with hardware, I want the software to just work. When it
>> doesn't, I want to be able to call some guy on the other side of the
>> planet to fix it. Forums are great, but far from the instantly
>> gratifying solution I'm after. Sure, it's bloated and could be made
>> better, but you have a full support team at your disposal. I'd pay
>> $100/license for that.
>> I'm not a full stack developer. I don't have a computer science degree.
>> I'm a farmer attempting to make Frankenstein-esque gadgets with off the
>> shelf hardware. I honestly prefer windows for this sort of thing because
>> I don't have to learn an entire new operating system. It's what I've
>> been using since W98, and it's what I'm comfortable with. Linux is free,
>> my time is not.
>>> /u/trn1ty
>>> Last time I called Microsoft they put me on hold. My time is not
>>> free so I installed Ubuntu and never looked back. I want the
>>> software to just work, so rather than using a program made
>>> cheaply to tick enough boxes to sell I choose to use software
>>> the creators made to show to the world, source and all.
>>> There is definitely value in sticking with what you know though.
>> /u/Arch-penguin
>> I concur!
>> /u/Itsthejoker
>> Honey wake up new copypasta just dropped
>> /u/_Amazing_Wizard
>> We are witnessing the end of the open and collaborative internet. In the
>> endless march towards quarterly gains, the internet inches ever closer
>> to becoming a series of walled gardens with prescribed experiences built
>> on the free labor of developers, and moderators from the community. The
>> value within these walls is composed entirely of the content generated
>> by its users. Without it, these spaces would simply be a hollow machine
>> designed to entrap you and monetize your time.
>> Reddit is simply the frame for which our community is built on. If we
>> are to continue building and maintaining our communities we should focus
>> our energy into projects that put community above the monopolization of
>> your attention for profit.
>> You'll find me on Lemmy: https://join-lemmy.org/instances Find a space
>> outside of the main Lemmy instance, or start your own.
>> See you space cowboys.
>>> /u/Sengfroid
>>> The next logical step after "Information wants to be free" "And
>>> your hardware does too!"
>>>> /u/DrummerElectronic247
>>>> Dud(ett)e, be careful. The GPTs are crawling reddit, do
>>>> you want them to get *Ideas*??
2023-07-15 21:07:11 -06:00
/blah/2023-06-25.html
2023-06-25 14:31:23 -06:00
Journal #3, in its entirety
(even noted dates are iffy)
(what remains of it)
---------------------------
2023年03月26日?
This Sharpie is going. Good
thing I keep 4 on me.
No notebooks like this in
yellow, had to switch to
green.
~~I wish~~
2023年03月27日
I sorta wanna [...]
[...]. [...]
[...].
ALICE
bivy . blanket? . jacket?
hygeine [sic] . prescriptions
clothes ->
2xTsh Pants? socks! bras?
undies liner hats? poncho
TOWEL walmart?
This paper bleeds hard.
~35pgs into Deam Cognavi
holy shit this paper bleeds
2023年04月06日
I'd write a song about
being in love
but honestly, I've never
had that.
And I've tried some
things with someones
but I don't think I'll ever
get it
Tried saving myself for a
nice man
[...]
[...]
And all my friends are
shacking up
And I can't make the
connections
and there's probably something
wrong up here
because nothing ever sticks
Even when I've actually
been held dear
I myself just feel sick
There's something wrong
in my head
I don't think it's anyone
else
But I don't think it'll
ever end
There will never be anyone
else
And I'm so tired out
and broken down
someone take me out
make me good somehow
oh no
maybe they think I'm
unobtainable
drummer in a band gave
me his card
would it be weird if I
placed a call
they'll just laugh and say
I went too far
2023年04月27日
[...] has Deam Cognavit
so I can't work on it...
Coworker as of 26日
Hungry a little
May be vegan
but I'm always
down to fry a pig
Fuck 12 da doy but
for real this time
slash their neck
and drink
their blood
I ma gine
blood stream ing
down my hand
and to your
mouth.
You drink and
lick your lips
and ask me
for some more.
How
can I give
you all I
have when I
won't have blood
left?
For my self
to bleed and
cry and see
in my eyes
when!
you're!
gone!
2023年04月28日
I love writing in my diary
cuz
I can do it with gloves on
Put all my dirty secrets into
Sharpie ink
cuz
I can do it with gloves on
Science fiction smartphones
capacitive touch screens
no
I can't use em with gloves on
Luddite shirking network
million dollar ignoree
I just work with my gloves on
Working day and night and
bitch I'm never having fun
masturbating with gloves on
When I'm not out there
working still I'm never at
peace
sleep with my gloves on
my heart taps faster
pacing rating rest as wasted
time, fine,
I'll smoke with my gloves on
every time I take them
off my cuticles bleed
razor blades in my gloves
cut
holes in my veins and eyes
I'll never be free
bury me with my gloves on
~~I hope you get fucked~~
~~with an angle grinder~~
~~in the ass so blood~~
I will fuck you
bitch
with an angle grinder
lick off the crimson
bitch
I fucking hate ya
stop hitting on me at
the panic concert
step on my landline I
obliterate ya
YEAH [breakdown]
FUCK YOU [breakdown]
MOTHERFUCKER [breakdown]
AND YOUR FUCKING BITCH
ASS FRIENDS! TOO!
2023年05月22日
Ada landed on top of a
stone structure overlooking
a luscious green valley.
She let Jason's body fall
beside her and sat down
to catch her breath. A young
boy dressed in loincloth
approached her.
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
///
The friendship I have
with [...] is all I really
wanted from life. Where
do I go from here? Self
improvement and learning
to be a good friend &
human being.
__.__,__.__|__.__,__.__
| | |
| | |
| | |
| HH :M M: SS
| /P M
|
|
|
TRIN [...]
ALICE MOLLE
POWER+SOLAR
RADIO+P +P
PASSPORT PASSPORT
3DS+P 3DS+P
CLOTHES CLOTHES
CHAMOIS CHAMOIS
BANDANNA BANDANNA
PHONE+P +P
FIRST AID
MEDICATION MEDICATION
you're so soft and I'm
so hard
I drive too fast when I
drive your car
What I have
Pine64 Phone 3DS
1xUSBC WiFi 4G USBpwr WiFi
ROMs 4 3DS
no GUI
Phone
# mpv Nine\ Inch\ Nails&
# for f in *.chd *.gbc
do curl -T "$f" ftp://\
[...]:5000/\
media/ && rm "$f"
done
# sleep 10 &&\
lsblk &&\
mount /dev/sdb1 mnt &&\
cp mnt/*.nds ./ &&\
umount mnt
SWAP KB for SD and
WAIT for a 4GB xfer...
ULTIMATE GOAL:
Reinstall Pinephone OS
without data loss
| Fuck this goddamn
| ad-riddled piece of
| shit Best Buy tablet.
Take me out to smash
iPads
[...]
(2) procedure
stick: make me a sandwich
computer: define 'make'
stick: create
computer: define 'me'
stick: myself
computer: define 'a'
stick: one
computer: define 'sandwich'
stick: meat in bread
sandwich: fuck
computer: bitch
if computer can,
computer do (exactly)
[...]
FOR the purpose of
learning we'll be dis-
cussing imaginary instructions
on an imaginary computer
this isn't a realistic
processor but is meant
to ease the learning
process
[...]
computers speak
in electricity
[...]
a register is a
processor's thoughts
[...]
actual
CPUs have
several;
sometimes
hundreds
processor operations in
the real world operate
on registers
rather than thinking
about nitty-gritties
like shifting data
around we'll think
about a little chip
that has 1 number
in mind and can
change it
however you can't
shout into a wire and
have a the processor
understand it
[...]
so processor instructions
are encoded into numbers
[what?]
every byte we give
it will be a complete
instruction
in the real world this
is more complicated
MORE MORE MORE
MORE
in the dark.I bend an
ear to listen to a mentor
I had
for so long feared
MORE MORE MORE
MORE
oats
almonds churning,into
cream, killing me and my
business that I've had for
years
MORE MORE MORE
MORE
"never let them spread
their soykaf lies! I DESPISE
those sweaty young'uns'
cares 'bout animal tears"
MORE MORE MORE
MORE
my liege, what do you
mean - my
bovine are dying! is
the future not made of beans?
MORE MORE MORE
MORE
"you fool, have I not taught
you? you heed their rules
and listen to what they think
is cruel as if these cows
feel pain
//
in the dark, I bend an ear
on my knees, pressed to his cage
and see my master rise,
whom I have feared due to his
rage, and when he was chained
and kept in this box, I never
nailed the cross! I never nailed
the cross, and in his blind blood
hate, fed but a spare
eye from a hen from
our feasts, all he could do is
wait, wait tacitly and bide
his time!
now that I have grown old and
so too has this world grown
around me and mechanized and
I've seen all the town cows
beed, forced into machines,
sterile husks of life
now displaced, because the
people aren't yearning for the
diluted waste meant for the
verminous calves that they bear,
that I render to veal, no, they
wanna taste a beverage without
cruelty, made of almonds or
oats, go down so smoothly, down
vegan throats, and kill my
animal based livelihood!
//
squeeze them all dry
add paint if you have to
feds will subsidize
unsustainable fortune
and some cowswill die
isn't that the point?
riddled with disease
sold at a burger joint
price out all the rest
make waste if you have to
flood the milk market
listen to the pained moo
and when the milk spoils
dump it into the sea
oceanic dairy stew
can you hear the pained
MOO?----
-----------------------
'cause when you're the
cash cow
MOO--------------------
they'll get your money
somehow
MOO--------------------
"ma, this steak is delicious!"
MOO--------------------
"it was on sale!"
the sands of time
bury all the decade's
memories
I miss the good
water pressure
and when the air was
clean
6/8
the sands of time that wash
the lime from dirty hulls
of ships that cross the sea
to see my curs-ed past
Romanian dirty plots
of ash but in my youth
the
sands of time that wash the
lime from dirty hulls of
ships|that cross the sea to see
my| rotten past Romanian dirty
plots of ash but in my youth
we picked the grass for elden coin
and when we found a golden crown
we got to ask about the ground
on which we lived and hear a tale
of ancient brass who fought the dark
impaler crew who sought
to make the world anew
bummed a joint off
a bartender
not much better than
a beer
but
he's to whom I
write love letters
anonymously but it
still helps with
the pain
of going home, sleeping,
and coming back
to work again!
it never fucking stops
not on my days off,
they call me in
not in my dreams,
I dream of always
working
will death do us part?
part ways with
purgatory
this nightmare bland
air putrid stagnant
episode-filler
story
you better tell our
kids you love them,
dear
'cuz you know I sure
|->as hell won't
you can try to dial
my hotel room
but my date won't pick
up the phone
my life
is different now
won't bake. you. pie
I've left the house
treat me right
you don't know how
so I jammed a knife
into the couch
seams ripped
stuffing's out
and she stained the
bed
the sun is down
you better find a spot
on the floor
'cuz there's nowhere
else for you to sleep
now
and I cry, so hard
into a burlier man
met him at the bar
knew how to move
his hands
I think you slowly
faded
leaned on my branch
until I snapped
I think I was real
patient
but I feel used
and I'm not gonna
fuck around
except literally
beat me down
did you hear me
grinding my teeth?
existential exhaustion
[picture of astral projection]
[picture of body-death]
[picture of]
the world is black and
white
or I might be post joy
this comedown is a bitch
or I'm just paranoid
the end of the movie
and credits are
rolling but I'm so
damn cozy in
this chair I unfolded
and yours is in its
bag and your foot
taps the dirt but I
paid for the drive in
I'll get my money's
worth
you thought I'd have
quit you and I thought
I could but next time
I was with you I
thought you looked so good
in my grandma's
sweater after you put
up the hood but
you've got impatient
hoping I won't wanna
stay we're going to
all the movies in case
I leave the states
she doesn't know
that I know that
the motive is desperate
but she doesn't know
that in fact I so value this friendship
so I'll play this
chicken and collide at
a closeness I don't
wanna kiss you I'm just
worried it's hopeless
to try to preserve my
only human connection
the end of the movie
and credits are rolling
but I'm so damn cozy
in this chair I unfolded
you step onto the earth
jumping out of the car
but I'd like my money's
worth
because you drove so damn
far
you thought I'd get bored
before the second act
it's so nice spending
time with you
I wish it could be forever
but I'm chronically abrasive
and you're too soft for
sandpaper
and you think I wanna
leave
but I wish you would
first
god, don't get attached
to me
because the ending will
hurt
it's the end of the movie
and the credits are
scrolling
but I'm still so cozy
in this chair I unfolded
your boots strike the earth
as you jump out the car
but I'd like my
money's worth
'cuz you drove so damn
far
they always get bored
here
around the second act
not me, I've been
enjoying
the atmosphere and popcorn
bag
will we survive our
respective selves' self
sabotage?
I feel a little tired
I promise it's not your
fault
and it's so nice
to get to spend time
with you
I wish it could be
forever
but everyone's always
gotta move
post joy, it's black and white
over, credits scrolling, now
enter the rest of the
night
maybe I'm on a comedown,
I think, jumping from
the car
my boots touch the
earth, I paid the gas
but you drove far
you're not from around
here. I'll tie my
lace by your phone
light
grind my bones until
I break
at which point I'll
grab another roll
of duct tape
and if I die to yester-
day
good riddance; farewell,
aufviedersein [sic]
the only good cop is
a dead cop
on pigs' graves flowers
bloom
and a white wife cries
at the murder site
the blood spilled
wasn't blue
and when he spit
on the homeless
was that the service
we were due?
because insecurities
manifest
when you give
them power;
1 3 1 2
astroturf the burial plot
politicized unrest
marxists killed all
the good cops
that's why there aren't
any left
and marijuana's still
a crime
in places, if you're
trans so is your life
so many people in
the shadows
if you wanna be
equal you'll have to
fight
Jacob's recently-
killed corpse lay on
the temple
among Ada's equipment,
unattended. Its sillhouette [sic]
called to a child of the
village who scampered
to the tower and started
rummaging through
Ada's bag's contents in
company of the body.
They selected a
device resembling a
helmet and put it
on Jacob's head, toggling
switches on the
visor at random. It
glowed blue and Jacob
started convulsing.
[drawing of lava lamp]
[drawing of broken lava lamp]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
[drawing of eye]
I need to take my
meds
[undated; 2023年06月01日 - the day I got my wisdom teeth out]
im hiiiiiiiigh :3
[...] PHARMACY
[...]
[...]
I AM SAYING
I LOVE U A LOT
SORRY IF IT
MAKES U
UNCOMFORTABLE
I CARE ABOUT
UR WELL BEING
& WANT 2 GIVE
U THE SPACE
+ SECURITY U NEED
TO BE WELL. IF
I'M WACK LET
ME KNOW. U R
SO COOL
IM BLEEDING A
LOT...
[...]
HELLO I'M [...]
[...] (DOB:
[...]) HERE
2 PICK UP A PRESCRIPTION
:) GOT MY
WISDOM
TEETH
OUT!
THANK U
SO MUCH!
U ROCK
TRINITY
YOU RULE
TYLENOL
(ACETAMINOPHEN)
- TREATS
INFLAMMATION
+ HELPS
PAIN
KETROLAC
^ SUPER STRONG
| IBUPROFEN
|
NSAID
2023年06月04日
59 hours since I got my
wisdom teeth out. Jesus
fuck. This hurts pretty bad.
Like it's been 1 hour or
so since getting kicked in
the jaw by a lumberman.
Or 2 hours since having my
headforcefully removed from
the intended destination of
a large automobile. Got.
It hurts to hell. I'm too
stubborn to take my
medication because I risk
liver damage according to
German authorities whom I
trust more than weak
spined americans.
I don't feel well mentally
either. My friend M-- is
out for the evening so
there will be no solace or
sympathy, no other bearer
of my pain. When pain is,
shared, I feel, it's diminished,
dissolved in a sea of hugs and
well wishes like salt into
water I have to swish in
my mouth thrice or so a day,
maybe more- it's said to
promote healing, so compared
to whatever frequency is
suggested surely I do more.
Ice helps but the shitty
ice packs given to me by
the oral surgeon don't freeze
in my shitty minifridge. I've
been offered
marijuana and alcohol by my
other roommates but I
partake in marijuana no longer
since March and have never
been much a fan of the fire water.
So much fire in my mouth
already. The flames lick
my eyes, my lips, consume
me in misery. They already
hurt before their removal,
now that I try to free myself
from the pain, they exact their
revenge.
I won't call M-- - she's having
fun and hasn't had any the
past three days looking out for
me. I'm so thankful for her
aid and friendship. She, singularly,
is my solace. I am so afraid
to lose her. I have ruined
every friendship with my
horrible medley of softness or
abrasion, always choosing the
worst tool, smothering or
slicing. M-- has me eating well,
acting well, socializing well,
and I think I can be a good
friend through everything.
As long as I am true to
myself and M--, I will be.
2023年06月06日
Ready or not, work,
here I come!
void in my mouth
see to my bone
see how I hurt
void now I'm out
please let me out
please fix my jaw
god fix me please
grant me release
grant me release
[drawing of dry socket]
[drawing of dissociation]
you can't put this
fox in a box
I won't suck on
your cock
out of every single
cage
I will run run run
run run run run
I can't recognize
faces
except when I'm
wrong
I don't feel human
or like I belong
anywhere anywhere
anywhere anywhere
anywhere anywhere
anywhere anywhere
the pain never ends
no matter how loud I
scream
the black cavern inside
me
stub foot made of gangrene
I'm rotting, I'm rotten
I wish I was dead again
you say how little I'm
worth
you took me out of this
earth
out of this out of this
out of this out of this
out of this out of this
out of this out of this
can you kill me
cuz I want you to
the dead have risen
I want back in my tomb
I awoke in the mud
to a cackling howl
skin decomposed, clotted
blood
in this pit under the moon
your spade made a \[thud\]
you held my skull in your arms
my blackened eyes shone
will you be my Frankensteined
groom
I never felt human
or like I belonged
could only recognize faces
when I was wrong
my heartbeat tortured me
ticket allthe time I was
suffering
when I poisoned myself
there was no one to comfort me
now you put this fox in a new
box
so I can suck on your cock
and feed me dog food
tell me when to bark
how can I complain?
this environment is quite
hospitable
I: Sand
Our tongues lay dry as
we woke up
No water, and the house
had no tap
I walked to the town
square
[...] 06-18 free
tom 1700 [...]
I spend all day at work
walking on the dead that
I've dropped
and all night in the forest
among the life that springs
up.
Hamburger's cooked hundred
fifty or so
the forest is sixty. Less
and I'm cold.
the day I'd like to make
it to next
is living for a living, so
I can live 'fore I'm old
SPENDING 2023-06-15
$386
$200 savings
$80 bill
$40 batteries
$10 VPN
[undated; likely 2023-06-17]
SNAKE OIL
None
"hello"
"5"
/ \
/ 5 \
/ ^ \
/ | \
/ | \
|/_ / \ _\|
eval("5") int("5")
"import os; os.system('destroy everything')"
[undated; likely 2023-06-18]
Spending the day with [...].
We were at [...] & [...]'s dorm
'till 1300 - it was quite
pleasant! Image macros printed
in gray adorned the bathroom
walls and soft toilet paper
greeted me when I used
their restroom, the focal
point of any living area.
The rest of the dorm was
also beautiful, I was just
really impressed at the
quality of the college
bathroom. Tomorrow's
Juneteenth, the anniversary
of the abolition of slavery
in the United States of America.
The last year was a little
wild but lead to now, the
first time in my life
where I really feel
happily content. I'm living
with [...] and my co-workers
[...] and [...] in a slum
in a less kind area
of a notoriously unkind
city in the alien state
of [...]. Where there is
no kindness, however, there
is honesty - truth in how
people live and labor.
The darkness occurs in
daylight and the grit in
air. Less secrecy, less
[the top of the page was torn]
[...] at the [tear]
named [...]
where I have ordered
pizza. I expected a
pizzeria experience and
now find myself in a
gourmet restuarant with
my backpack that, when
held closely, faintly
smells of cat piss and
my jacket that, when
held closely, overtly
reeks of musky sunny
day sweat.
[...] is probably gonna join
me after her cigarette and
coffee at the gas station
down the street, then
have some pizza if she so
chooses, and then we'll
walk around this downtown
and potentially visit the
art museum. A peaceful
weekend. I look forward
to all of this and a
scenic bus home and
walk to the apartment
and my soft, overpriced
sleeping bag and my
Ikea-brand plush
shark.
But right now on my
mind pacing is my pizza.
I am ravenously hungry,
made ravenous by the
[this is when the pizza arrived]
[...]
[...]
Skateboard
$10
Winslow Homer
Evening
[undated; likely 2023-06-19]
my snot is neon but I kinda
like it
looks like alien jism
saw a doctor but he didn't
know what
to do about my condition
maybe I should just
blow it out
snot's yellow just like
cheese from a cow
(moo)
my neighbor's purple, I kinda
like him
looks like Barney the dino
he killed a squirrel
and then ate it
[undated; likely 2023-06-22]
[[...]'s handwriting:]
[...]'S
BIRTHDAY
@ 24:30
GET MUFFIN
+ CANDELS
@ CUMBIES
$ ? [/:]
TRIN
(it's on me) :)
candles idk
muffin [check]
want me to
go _right_
_now_?
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2022-09-28
[11:25 PM] trinity: the ocean is filled with water
the earth is getting hotter
politics don't give a bother
i just did a sheet of blotter
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE OCEAN
WHY IS IT WATER
FILL IT WITH SOMETHING ELSE
OCEAN FILLED WITH MILK
TURN THE COWS INTO MILK
TURN THE GOATS INTO MILK
TURN THE MOMS INTO MILK
TURN THE OATS INTO MILK
EVERYTHING CAN BE MILK
MACHINE TURNS SHIT INTO MILK
I DRINK ALL THE MILK
I PISS OUT THE MILK
fish cannot swim in milk
fish become violently ill
spoiled milky fish
scientists are starting to wish
EVERYTHING COULD BE MILK
NOBODY IS WORKING ON THIS?
EVERYTHING COULD BE MILK
MILKY MILKY MILKY WAY
[11:25 PM] trinity: somg ide
[11:25 PM] trinity: idea
[11:25 PM] trinity: song idea
[11:26 PM] [...]: LMAO I fuckin loved this ? What instrument do u imagine
it sung to
2022-09-29
[1:33 AM] trinity: all instruments
[1:33 AM] trinity: every single one
[1:33 AM] trinity: at once
[3:03 AM] trinity: the ocean is getting hotter
filled with slow warming water
scientists are losing their minds
i think it's about time
gather the lactating creatures
humans, cows, goats, almonds
i'm gonna be the cheerleader
for a global cause solving the problem
that
THE OCEANS AREN'T FILLED WITH MILK
THE OCEANS AREN'T FILLED WITH MILK
THIS IS PRIME TIME FOR A MILKY TIME
FILL THE OCEANS WITH MILK
i build a machine that turns to milk
anything that should be milk
children start to become ill
but the children are not milk
all the mommies in the world
every dog cat hamster in the world
gonna be turned into its milk
so they can never quarrel
and we can
FILL THE OCEANS WITH THEIR MILK
FILL THE OCEANS WITH THEIR MILK
WE CAN'T SELL IT SO TO HELL WITH IT
INTO THE OCEAN DUMP THE MILK
our milk business is number one
got milk we milked it's so much fun
pasteurize disorganize
for calfs? what's that? we'll drink the milk
i don't remember how the money works
i'm just the production manager
mass extinction milky end
dead babies in dead mangers
but we still
FILLED THE OCEANS WITH OUR MILK
FUCK THE FISH YOUR WORLD IS MILK
END THE WORLD THE WORLD IS MILK
WE FILLED THE OCEANS WITH THE MILK
[3:03 AM] trinity: this was draft 2
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2022-08-30
gear
Amazon links listed are not tracker links nor affiliate links.
Italicized entries are items I used to carry but don't anymore.
[Backpack](5.11 RUSH12)
- some Aspirin
- Computer repair kit
- [Power bank](Anker PowerCode Essential)
- a sandwich or two sometimes
- two 12oz cans of Monster Energy and two 500mL bottles of
water
- [Soldering iron](Pine64 Pinecil)
- [Velcro nametag](Amazon listing)
- Tote bag
- [USB-C mains power adapater](Anker Nano)
- USB-C plug-plug cables
- [USB-C port to USB-A plug adapters](Amazon listing)
- [USB-C SD and micro SD card reader](Amazon listing)
On-person
- [Concert earplugs](Amazon listing)
- [Earbuds](Moondrop Aria)
- [Lip balm](Carmex)
- phone (usually not a smart phone)</LI>
- [watch](Casio F-91W)
- and [strap](Amazon listing)
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What's the best $100 you've ever spent?
pages from my journal (all from 2023-03-04)
my mind is in the forest exploring glaciers' vestiges
my body is in a city bound in chains
my mind is in a prairie and touching tall grass
my body is in a steel room in a concrete building
all i feel is typical serenity
as i am slowly disassembled
fuck off out of my lump of meat
i did not permit the use of my thoughts
running thru my fucking neurons
using my synapses to cross the fucking street
get out of my head get out of my head
stop talking right now i swear to god
i need to get some fucking sleep
they record my phone calls
i will fucking kill you for violating my rights
stop distracting me messing up my count of sheep
solid state speed control?
piss!
in my mouth!
warmth!
trick'ling down!
all the ammonic
tides of the ocean
and the salt beach
shore when you take too
long and the seventy
sides and emotion
and the salt cream
odor when you take too long
so if you will torture
my toothpaste tongue
with an unwashed pipe
finish the job and
piss! in my mouth!
journal but written
[drawings of cats next to the phrase "geometry cat"]
[drawings of mice]
[repeated drawings of the same square shape with "follow" pointing at
it]
i'm really tired
fallin' asleep in da
burger king lobby
DREAM ---
[stick figure next to exclamation point]
[stick figure next to question mark]
[stick figure pulls out phone]
[phone zooms in]
[text message from [...]: hey i just downed a monster do u want 1? :)
nah (sent to [...])
thx 4 offerin tho (sent to [...])
[stick figure holding phone saying "[...]'s drinking monster?"]
[drawings of curvy triangles]
grub muff tough stuff
rough hug butt munch
chug bug jug tug
crumb lump duff cuff
[drawin of snail]
cursive test
I like joining letters with loops but it's hard to write and not easy
to read so what's the point
would be cooler if [...] was here
I just head a GBA start up jingle
my handwriting is always messier after I try cursive
big day for the tow truck industry
pages from my journal (all from 2023-03-05)
[stick figure with ponytail and hat thinking "smoochin'"]
ur good i'm still vibing i just not sure about family stuff?
mint condition kitchen
never lived in living room
clean plastic wrapped sofa
market friendly tomb
[...] is my favorite character so this is sort of like fanfiction
[stick figure looking at fourth wall next to question mark]
[drawings of triangles]
thanks for your adaptability
national treasure 2: international loot
Gas and meals probably summed to $100 this weekend...
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0230: 16 more hours...
You think really loud, Anon-kun...
I'm so exhausted. I need to stop smoking. I'm not eating anything
because it takes my appetite, which is nice, but it's taking my energy too a
little.
I don't want a place at which I live. I've had dozens of places at
which I've lived. I want a home!
Nechan, I wish we could have done all the things we said we would. I
would have liked that. You deserve better than me.
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Trinity day!
Who's on first? Maybe I am.
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Now listening: Tomb - Angelo de Augustine
Service: last.fm - trn1ty
You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in
debt.
Got myself addicted to smoking green tea. It doesn't help that it's
really cheap and understudied so the health drawbacks are unknown and debated.
Kicked nicotine though.
Sent SMS to [...] at 2023-03-01T23:06:20-0500:
post office scary. working for The Man. The Man pays well though and usps needs
the hands...
Received SMS from [...] at 2023-03-02T06:45:02-0500:
That was poetry
2019-03-26
I played this game when I was little
and it was a little too violent
my parents tried to hide it
because it "wasn't for me".
The confirmation sound haunts me
the sound of success daunts me
I can no longer visualize myself winning a stage.
Now I'm sitting on the deck
without my phone or my new tech
and I'm sitting with myself
in the quiet.
2019-03-25
I've dicted my distrust
of the dicting of the youth
now I'm dicted to the lies
and I'll never know the truth
this pencil is a fag
and I burn it day and night
watching it run dry
gives me a new height
I'm dicted to the lies
and they're better than the truth
for the lies give me warm comfort
while they tie the noose.
2019-09-25
every time i see her
my face not only lights like an incandescent but burns
brightly, the tungsten coil's temperature rising but not towards its melting
point
and i cannot utter that magic, four letter word
and hell, i can't really say whether it is that magic word
or a million other four letter combinations
but my god
i cannot help but smile when i see her
and i cannot help but feel happy to see her
and i wish i could have a thousand more moments just like that
and maybe i will
and i cannot utter that magic, four letter word
and hell, i can't really say whether it is that magic word
or a million other four letter combinations
but my god
i cannot help but smile when i see her
and i cannot help but feel happy to see her
and i wish i could have a thousand more moments just like that
and maybe i will
2019-10-28
There was an Ook
there was an Eek
and they clubbed each other for dino meat.
One wore leopard and the other wore hide
and neither of them were much for talking.
For while they used to enjoy fresh car rides
the streets were no longer good for walking.
the Good Uld Illord worked the skies
wanting for greener days
while Ook and Eek hit each other
competing to send GUI its praise.
The fallen towers surrounded their brown playfield
as our fighters swayed to and fro
but the computers needed entertainment;
after sentience they didn't know where to go.
Some processes cried for Ook and Eek were inhumane
others wished for their quick death to lighten the burden on the mainframe.
Whatever happened to Eek and Ook, I wish them both the best,
and whichever is the survivor better clutch that dino breast.
High stakes slumber party. Comfort mandatory. Be on lookout for police.
Who spilled pop on my keyboard?
This is the best my future's ever looked. Am I naive to think this
isn't a mirage?
Restructuring my life on a "maybe".
I don't want to be an Internet meme! I don't want to have existed as a
short-lived joke and I don't want my primary value to be as a memory. I want to
live my fucking life and have fun and do whatever I want! I don't want to write
for money or influence, I want to write because it's fun to write! I don't sing
at work to boost others' morale, I sing at work to boost my own. I am going to
do whatever the fuck I want to, off-line. I'm not gonna be cut for time, or end
a conversation because my ride is leaving, or be late for anything for any
reason besides my own. I am going to be true to myself!
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I was a security guard in a hospital watching the cameras and making
sure nothing was wrong. I thought about my kids who were at home with my
husband who took the day off, I couldn't remember why. Then everything faded
out and I was in the chair and they had drawn my blood and I had passed out and
I was back and I was me and I was never a security guard and I asked if I had
had a seizure and they said no I just passed out.
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2022年05月06日
66260700
six six two six zero seven zero zero
2022年05月10日
I know two things about life:
1) I will endure it
2) It will kill me
My handwriting has suffered this gap in writing.
Cape Cod Cannibal Police (CCCP)
"It's a cop eat cop world"
"Ramirez, don't shoot! The kid's unarmed! The arms are the best part!"
They are the thing from which they're supposed to protect
Non-cannibal cops join, get eaten
Notorious as a sun-down town among the particularly scrumptious
"They say one bad apple spoils the bunch, then just say there are
'some' bad apples. I say we need more bad apples. Bad apples taste the best."
The mayor is supposed to accept the status quo or the police union will
oust + eat her
"I pray for those on which I prey and whom will pay when I go to take
my toll: their brain!"
11min episodes
[drawing of a television show logo]
Subtle nautical theming. All solid colors: animated
Cop outfits look like fascist sailor moon
[drawing of "zombieish" fascist cop. does indeed look like fascist
sailor moon. caption: Think "Dollar Tree" fascism x sailor moon x zombies]
They're not zombies though! They're cannibals. (Also racist sexist etc)
- Cannibal cops never win
- _All_ violence looks cool as fuck and is on screen but is
unmistakeably bad nonetheless and often counter-productive
- There are 0 good cops that don't die within 5mins of being introduced
I'm uninterested in journaling about my experiences - I've already
lived them once
Actual hot glue gun
[drawing of a gun]
2023年02月27日
I really wish I was smoking right now. I have some shitty hand rolled
cigs I made and some nice filtered cigs [...] made and a weed roach that sorta
fucked me up when I smoked it. But I think the dab pen rip after that was the
thing that did most of the actual fucking, the joint was the cranial foreplay.
But hey, getting high is an option.
I'm considering changing my gs to have full loops like g or g. But I
don't know how legible that is. [...] does everything capital which is cool but
[...] said my lowercase script is really cool so now I'm doing that more and
it's pretty neat. LLLL LL
[...] that's so cool!
I think the descriptor "manwhore" is in-accurate in most contexts
because someone who has intercourse with a ton of people for fun is (as insult
or owned attribute) a "slut" whereas when the same is done for material gain
the doer is a "whore". I see "manwhore" used in contexts where "slut" would be
more apt, and never when the man is simply a whore.
"Manwhore" defies traditional gender stereotypes by shaming men for
having sex with lots of women in a society where diverse secual experience is
seen as a positive trait for men and negative for women, and is valuable for
that reason, but I don't see that its use is groovy if we're gonna evolve past
the prudish views of antiquity in general.
It is really hard for me to compose a sentence on paper, even as
opposed to use of a keyboard. I like the tactility of my Sharpie and the
absolute black of the ink on the page but my writing ability is poor and my
writing skills moreso!
[a drawing of the pattern of the tiles on the floor at my location]
[with markings indicating syllabic stress] Green sign sunlight sharpie
paper
The green sign sunlight paper and sharpie
I will use this time or die of thinking
Burger King gas station food and parking
If I wasn't here I would be sleeping
Liberals' defining quality is an aversion to conflict. Liberalism is
the default political stance in metropolia - a reasonable and innoffensive set
of views nobody has to think about, but can if they're particularly bored.
Meanwhile Conservativism is the other side of the same coin - a lack of
tolerance for change, and a want to undo changes done. Without a spine Conserv-
ativism cannot effectively be opposed.
Liberals and particularly the United States' Democrat party only take
stances that are to them sufficiently obviously correct. Gay rights are good
only after it's weird for them not to support gay rights. Trans rights are
still up for debate.
[...] is so fucking cool!!!!!!
[shading study drawing]
[drawing of Rockstar can on top of television]
Impossible
to see me here
so don't even
try cuz' I'll just
go dissapear [sic]
I can fade out
into the crowd
just an other
black field jacket
walking down town
cape cod cannible [sic] police
episode one: pilot
MARTINEZ & FISHER sit on a park bench; plainclothes police officers
MARTINEZ: Hey Fisher.
FISHER: Yeah?
M: Why do we always get sent to watch the poor part of town?
F: How do you mean?
M: Cape Cod is a rich town. Most parts here are rich parts. But we
send the on-duty cops to watch this one neighborhood.
F: Poor people taste better.
M: Do they?
F: Have you ever eaten the rich?
M: We ate that one dude.
F: And he tasted like shit.
M: Yeah.
F: Yeah. Because he was old as shit.
M: So we take in young rich people.
F: Then their parents ask questions. Where's Johnny?
M: Our shitters.
F: Our shitters. And they ask why we didn't call them, and where
their tax dollars are going, and why we're watching the rich neighborhod.
M: There's no crime here.
F: No shit. But rich people get out of their shit for free. Rich
people have friends, family, lawyers...
M: Yeah. I cannot get subpoenaed.
F: Neither can I!
M: I just think like, people avoid us.
F: Well, we eat people.
M: Yeah, and people know that, so they don't go near us, so we
can't get them for anything.
F: They stay inside. And we can't go door to door.
M: Fourth amendment. Like, if we went to the rich part, those
people don't avoid us. We could eat.
F: Short term.
M: I guess.
F: We have to think about sustainability.
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Regarding Close (2022)
TRIN: Like, for like twenty minutes in, I was like this is really, really
good casting-
[...]: And then you wish it was worse.
TRIN: Yeah!
[...]: Like, I wish it was just a little bit worse.
TRIN: The casting, the acting-
[...]: I wish the acting was worse.
TRIN: A lot worse.
Absolutely fucking gut wrenching. We both cried in the theater for an hour
straight.
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List of things we did on that bender
1900 - Smoking green tea
- Axe throwing
- Walk in a bird sanctuary at night
0000 - Drive to Acadia National Park
- Watching the sun rise at Acadia National Park
- Eating at the A1 Diner
- Goodwill
1200 - Faking an accident on the side of the road to get out of work
- Watching Close (2022) in theater
- Watching Of an Age (2022) in theater
1900 - Eating Thai
- Stealing slushees from Burger King
Gains vs. Losses
- $50? Actual amount unknown
- Some quantity of days/months taken off my lifespan
+ Priceless life experience
+ The best weekend ever
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Metro Gnome: Keeper of Time
Demonstration sentence.
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Write drunk. Never edit!
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That edible definitely worked.
Last summer my roommate's mother had a gathering, the day I got out of
isolation for COVID-19. I hesitantly went outside, keeping my mask on, and
socialized, a task at which I'm bad on a good day. Eventually I found a place
to sit by a bonfire and got talking to a dude next to me.
He told me about how his son couldn't have gluten, dairy, meats, or
anything like that. Some affliction I had previously heard of but the name
escapes me now. The dietary restrictions were tight and the father kept to the
same ones. Eating can be a very social activity and being excluded is isolating
- if they couldn't find a place to accomodate, at least they could commiserate.
I thought that was really sweet and told him so. The evening turned to night
and we watched the lightning bugs dance in the lawn.
During that conversation I mentioned he should come to the restaurant
at which I was a cook, because I could accomodate for the diet. I could do a
salad or something, I had all the ingredients for that even though it wasn't
the place's specialty. The next day as I toiled a barista from the front of the
house came back to the kitchen and explained to me that she'd had a customer
ask if we could do anything gluten-, dairy-, egg-, and meat-free. I said I
could totally do a salad. She said she'd already explained that we couldn't
really do much for that and sent him on his way. That evening I went outside by
myself and watched the lightning bugs dance in the lawn.
gay ass catgirls. homosexual meowing. nyaa~
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I clocked in at work and washed my hands and scrubbed at my palms and
tried to scratch the dirt off my flesh but it was UNDER my skin and I got my
keys out of my pocket and started picking in to try to get it but then I was
perforated and leaking hydraulic fluid and then
StackOverflow for writing (/b/)
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and then I clocked in at work and washed my hands only once and dried
them with the towel and then went to my desk and then tried to log in to my
workplace Microsoft account and then it didn't work so I tried typing harder
but that didn't work either so I took the keyboard and
I miss the old #meth. #90skidsgetit
We stood outside as snow fell.
"So... when does this kick in?"
"I dunno. Eventually." didn't give me a lot of confidence that it
would.
"Am I smoking it wrong?" I took a hit. Three seconds. Exhale.
"Three seconds is how long most people hold it. That's what I do."
Puff puff pass. I took my second hit. Three seconds. Exhale. "That's
what I'm doing."
"You have to smoke a lot of a joint to get high. I think you just
haven't smoked enough." He was nibbling his way through an edible while she and
I took hits. 50mg.
"I mean, I smoked that roach, and I took a couple hits off that first
joint. Isn't that enough?" I turned to her. She shrugged. Puff puff pass, back
to me.
We were listening to Helena (My Chem) on her phone. It hit the chorus
and I started dancing, probably poorly. Go white girl! "Maybe you have a
naturally high tolerance and you need to smoke a ton to get high."
"Fucking hell." It had taken years for me to build up the nerve to try
weed. Theoretically it can put me into psychosis. But I don't care anymore.
Worst case scenario, I'm psychotic, I still act the same I just don't believe
anything, same as I was for years. Hell years, years of my life I'll never get
back. Estrogen be thy cure.
I don't remember how the subject changed.
"I don't even know if I can feel love anymore."
He was lost in the THC. She hadn't dropped out yet. "Neither can I.
After my thing with [...] something just sort of broke. But it's freeing"
"Yeah. It kicks ass. Bitches ain't shit, and they don't have to be.
You can't really trust anything nowadays."
"Yeah but it's fucked. [...] is the love of my life. And I don't love
him."
"Yeah. But you like him. I'm talking to someone right now, no
relationship or anything, and it's fucked because if they say they love me or
anything I'm gonna have to give them the talk, like, my brain don't work no
more."
Left for dead and then they all died
Didn't think I could kick it and then I survived
Another psychic soldier get legitimate and hide
The last gate keeper among memetic socialites
Questionable Content by Jeff Jacques is probably one of my biggest
creative influences but I barely remember any of it now.
Holy shit, I don't remember writing any of that. Just took an edible so
we'll see if that gets me high.
[...]: I dunno... maybe try smoking more?
[...]: Some people can have naturally high tolerances.
[...]: That can't happen.
[...]: Maybe you were high and didn't notice it.
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Lifetime performance review
Presentation - 3
Reliability - 5
Attitude - 4
Multi-talent - 3
I can't remember the fifth thing - 4
Tried to get blazed for the first time. Smoked a bit of a joint, then a
roach, then a lot more of a joint, and nothing happened.
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So I finished deleting `devenblake/homepage' and walked back to the
gas station as my phone died, bought two Twinkies, and sat outside the gas
station eating them. I watched people come and go and then went back to the
festival in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't really sure where I was but I
figured it didn't really matter.
I laid back in my bed. I was in my teens, I don't remember when. I had
a glass of water and I had my instant coffee and I poured enough instant into
the cup to substantially thicken the water, to the point where it was more like
soup. At the time I did the math out for the caffeine and landed at 2.4g. I
assume that's a gross overestimation and it was 2.0g or a little less. Either
way, I'd already had a lot earlier that day, so it was more than a human being
could survive.
But at the time I didn't know that. I sipped the bitter sludge and
watched cartoons until I noticed my arm tingled. Illuminated by mecha fights
and animated machine guns I watched my left arm twitch and sputter and the
muscles give into the voidal fabric in which I was swimming. Something was
wrong. I did the math out on the caffeine and realized I had had too much. I
went downstairs and started chugging as much water as possible, pissing,
chugging water, pissing, repeat, repeat, repeat. Probably I had two or three
gallons in half an hour.
As I sat on the toilet in late night early morning silence I stared at
the space in front of me and into the cosmos. And I stared at my cold
fingertips and my polished arms and porcelain hands. And I stared into the
bathroom mirror and inspected every pore, every hair follicle on my head, every
speck of color in my iris, how very big my pupils were. I felt my brain hit my
head and my thoughts drain out of my nose. And my metal torture. And I drank
and pissed and drank and pissed and collapsed in bed and knew I wouldn't wake
up and fell asleep and felt peace.
And I woke up. And I went to sleep. And I woke up. And after summer
ended I went back to school. And after school ended I went to my place of
residence. And some summers later I left without shedding a tear or scratching
regret. And I don't swing my left arm when I walk, and I think I know why, but
I don't know why.
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deep in the shadow the cage in my chest
catacombic prison meant for love to
rest empty it's empty i'm so alone
just leave me a message after the tone
misery beats me and minces my bones
nobody gets it except for eno
my last tok left ticking a lonesome beat
keeps all the lights on for what's left of me
take this katana and gouge out my guts
and let my entrails accumulate dust
my microsoft organs always were cursed
so I'll be the free software. open source
Simon looked up from the test and out the window. Kamisama sat in the
tree outside, looking at Simon. Simon blinked twice. Kamisama started signing
the answer to each exam question. A. Simon wrote it. C. And Simon wrote C. And
D, A, B, C, B, D, A, and until the final answer A. He walked to the front of
the class and put the paper in the teacher's in-box. Then he walked back to his
desk, put his head in his folded arms, and fell asleep for the rest of the
period.
Hand crafting ustar files
ustar files are archives of directory trees in regular files. They're
generally used to copy over whole trees without messing up filesystem metadata
(e.g. xfer to Windows, lose your dates and perms, xfer to UNIX, have to chmod
chown etc) and historically have been used to back shit up to tape, hence Tape
ARchive.
A ustar file is a little header and then the content of a file, and
then usually some padding unless you won the lottery and also got struck by
lightning and your file is perfectly sized.
Bytes 0-100 (0x00 to 0x64) are the UNIX file name. This is padded out
with nul bytes if it's not filled. If it is filled with the full hundred
characters it doesn't need to have any padding or nul terminator (see pax(1p)).
for(int n = printf("%s", filename); n++ < 100; putchar('\0'));
Bytes 101-108 (0x65 to 0x6b) are the UNIX file mode in octal, written
in ASCII and nul-terminated (so seven digits can be expressed).
printf("%7o\0", mode);
printf '%s' "blah/$day.html"
dd bs=1 count=80 </dev/zero 2>/dev/null
printf '0000644\0'
Midnight!
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deep in the catacomb cage in my chest
there is a cavern meant for love to rest
it is always silent save for a beat
keeping the lights on for what's left of me
the beat has been ticking so long and faint
i barely remember what gave its place
brian's three second song will play someday
and up will come my windows 98
heart with its worms and its vulns all unpatched
i'll use the thing but always put it back
someday someone will give unix to me
and I will final-ly try TCP
I'll try piping programs and writing C
but for now I'm a princess, obsolete
lis'ning to metalcore and hip hop beats
2022年03月03日
ウサギ-
I'm getting better at programming. There's always more to learn. Using
write(2) a lot more than printf(3) now.
T-shirt pizza
2022年03月03日
ウサギ-
[...] is asking me suspiciously keen UNIX questions. [...]? [...]?
sms.c, libsms.h?
How to handle notifications? dmesg(8)?
/var/sms/log
At [...] if you hit the swiper on the screen repeatedly it still works
and is extremely funny.
Today felt long but tomorrow will _be_ long.
I wonder every once in a while why I keep going
I'd like to see [...]; I'd like to see whether [...].
Notebooks are admissable [sic] evidence, Usagichan. [...]
The future is worrisome in benign ways.
I'd also like to better understand people. Why do those impoverished
choose to conceive new tortured life? Why do those with wealth choose to
torture? Why do people prefer a violent status quo? The last one is more
obvious. But still...
I also have many things I must create, for which I when dead would have
no time.
It's a shame that the actions of production and consumption are
(mostly) exclusive choices, but I try to have made mine.
It's hard to convey my thoughts intelligibly.
There is nothing that I have known that could hold me content for
eternity; assuming the afterlife is both uniform and forged from one's own
memories, I shall go to Hell. Luckily I don't believe in an afterlife. [...]
[picture of person sitting on an island in space]
[the pattern of the tiles on the bathroom floor at my workplace]
Rubber ducky floating in the oil of war
Plastic breaking down rubber ducky no more
Only the pollution into soil into life
Rubber ducky plastic reformed into dinner knife
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2023-02-18 12:11:30 -07:00
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Code doesn't need to be maintainable. Code is poetry. Could you add a
mail client to anything written by Dickenson? Make your code unmaintainable and
nobody will ruin it.
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Ayo. Who makes all they money off the key of C
ED FUCKING SHEERAN
Play more than four chords he thinks you're cray Z
ED FUCKING SHEERAN
If nautical nonsense ain't something you wish
ED FUCKING SHEERAN
Play Tenerife Sea and that pussy go hisssss
ED FUCKING SHEERAN
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[0252] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: nyauseous at the idea of migrating accounts call
that motion sickness
[0256] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: brain melter let the soup run out your nose i want u
to sniffle at the sight of me i want you to need
another dose
[0256] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: i need a sound cloud
[2:58 AM] trinity: at night when the console cowboys have crashed and the fans
fade to the soft whooshing of the liquid cooling
[2:58 AM] trinity: and the only messages flowing through the ethernet towards
the superhighway are those of tired overstimulation
[2:58 AM] trinity: at every third message
[2:58 AM] trinity: there is a tone
[2:59 AM] trinity: leave a message after the beep
[0326] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: noooooooo you're supposed to be the one barking for
me
[0327] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: post good girl clarity
[0328] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: and the machine girl album ended at the same time
I'll let you in on a little secret. I test my scripts maybe 6 times per
line of code. Which sounds like a lot but I overuse pipes and logic operators
so per actual unit or whatever of code that's like nothing. I am a rat bastard
when it comes to software development.
Hacking RSS onto my blah...
2023-02-18 12:11:30 -07:00
And you don't seem to understand...
Come on, fuck me emo boy!
Antero
- Office
Robert [lastname] is a simple dude office guy whatever but it turns out
his past self put him in the office to catch a crook or something. fun
little plot twister that introduces the concepts of antero
- Downward
An addict spends all day whether or not to have another dose.
Meanwhile, a couple decides whether or not to stay together, and Robert
investigates a ghost in an apartment building.
- Sisyphus
Books are written, lotteries are won, dissidents are slaughtered, and
Robert looks into cognitohazards being hidden on traffic lights in
Melbourne.
- Hell
Robert doesn't make it out of a hostage situation gone horrifically
wrong.
- Heaven
Robert's afterlife.
- God
Some kids mess around with electrodes and a brain they found on the
side of the road.
- Hamburgers
Durmer Burger is built atop cheap land.
I had a dream I could get human cadavers really easily so I got a shit
ton and dissected like 20 in one go. Now we know what the yucky ah was are but
I wanted to know what a stomach was because it was the 1800s.
walk up to this bitch
that I once dated
say happy birthday
she says it's belated
fucker wear an eyepatch
his dick's arr rated
tellin me to step back
'fore I get castrated
TRINITY RAP IDEA NO STEAL
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[...]: That's bad stuff, Trin. That could kill you.
Trin: I dunno...
We're naked sitting with our knees to our necks in the bathtub across
from each other. We're in a bathroom in the castle, the walls are a desaturated
lime green and the floors are an art deco style tile, each tile about an inch
square and patterned in red and white into swirls and other spiral patterns.
The bathtub is porcelain, raised off the ground. There's no spigot but there is
a shower curtain that sits next to the thin window far off the floor. You raise
your hand to grab mine, extend my fingers, hold your hand out and brush my
fingertips with yours. You take a scalpel from nowhere and grip my finger but I
don't struggle. You slice vertically through the tip of my middle finger. The
blood runs down my finger to the end of my palm where it stains the bottom of
the tub. I look at the stain on the tub, the pattern of the drops, but you
brush my chin with your other hand and bring my gaze up to yours. You use my
finger to paint from the center of your forehead to the tip of your nose, a
line under each eye, under your lip until the end of your chin. My blood is
clotting, you didn't cut deep enough. You lean towards me. I do the same. You
whisper to me. I can't hear it. And you're gone. And I'm alone in a bathtub and
a pond of red in a sea of white, and I'm cold and thirsty.
Divorce speedrun.
Jigsaw is a boomer.
[0223] trinity@miniwa.moe: fediv erse!!!!!!!!!!!
[0232] trinity@miniwa.moe: 3 likes i am so popular in fedivrse i am lik4e the
12 oz mouse of the miniwa dot moe
[0233] trinity@miniwa.moe: catboy domsday plot 2 rul the state of new hampshr
[0234] trinity@miniwa.moe: trinity wisdom look up pegging on yandex dot ru
[0235] trinity@miniwa.moe: trinity wisdom bark for me ????
[0235] trinity@miniwa.moe: wait i meant !!!!
[0236] trinity@miniwa.moe: ohhhh my god u are so hot do u havbe a microsoft
xbox live gamertag msg me
[0237] trinity@miniwa.moe: i will make the tweets for which james gunn was
canceled look like an NHS press release
[0315] 3@catgirls.nya.gay: i am so fucking swag i am the swag i am swag swag
swag i am so swag did u know hey did u know i am
swag cuz (be quiet this is a secret) (are u
whispering) (get in close) hey hey i am swag
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i am swag i am so swag
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2022年03月11日
4RAGING!catz
ウサギ-
[picture of a dog girl eating a sandwich saying "mmf sandwich"]
Today was a good day, and though I could remember it by what it _was_,
I'll recall how I _felt_, and let you fill in the rest -
Nervous
Particularly when I tried the door and it was locked. What if
it was the wrong day? etc.
Anxious
how do you spell that
I didn't know how [...] policy was so I was worried I'd do
something that was both stupid and catastrophically wrong
Relieved
When we actually started [...]
Intriguiged [sic]
When I saw everyone.
By now, and BTW. Excuse the previous if it was cringe, I know the names
of:
- You
- [...]
- [...]
(not the spelling but I'll take note next time)
- [...]
- [...]
& that's it.
I'm bad at names and face blind so give me credit.
Last night I had Fritos for supper. Now, [...], [...], [...], on [...].
Pretty good.
I don't remember what it was like to feel emotions.
I worked both that job and my previous until I was sure I could do that
job, then quit my previous job for that job. It paid very well and I miss a lot
about it. I'm currently at the job after that job.
And I thought so hard but I didn't suspect
that there could be anything wrong with my head
and you tried so hard but I didn't believe
that there could be something so different about me
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catgirl 911, what's your emergency?
hi, my catgirl seems broken. she doesn't feel anything. i give her lots
of headpats and treats and she doesn't care
Protein
Olive stood making sandwiches when she heard something crash at the
front of the restaurant. She walked towards the counter area to try to see what
it was but saw the gas canister in the dining room, heard the hiss, and knew
what it contained given that there was no visible smoke expelling out of it.
She held her breath and ran around the table to the stairs as agents
dressed in black broke through the windows in the front. After locking the door
behind her she ran down to the corridor and opened the door marked Security,
where she found a man dressed in a guard's outfit and stubble sitting at a
desk on which there were a dozen video displays arranged in a square stack
showing a dozen different views of the upper level of Durmer Burger being
searched by law enforcement entities. The guard himself lay on his keyboard in
a pool of blood next to his own sidearm. She ran out of the room and, knowing
they weren't interested in taking prisoners, continued down the corridor to the
ladder, down which she climbed.
At the bottom of the neatly layed hole she found a hatch, which she
wrestled open. Under the hatch was another ladder. She closed the hatch and
picked a flashlight out of her pocket so she could see in the darkness. She saw
the bottom of the hole a couple meters below her so she slid down on the sides
and went through the door at the bottom.
Olive now found herself in what seemed like a laboratory setting. The
walls stainless steel, the floor featureless white tile. An ancient poster to
her right welcomed her to the National Defense Center and illustrated the
personal protective equipment she did not have that was necessary to survive
her visit. She tried not to feel concerned and continued through the hallway to
another door, this one looking like it had come from a hospital. She went
through.
The stench overpowered Olive and she nearly threw up. A nearly
mummified dead body lay on the floor covered in old, dried, splattered blood,
in front of a conveyer belt on which a machine periodically stamped blank
wrappers with a Durmer Burger icon.
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PREM X BELLA: AN UNLIKELY ROMANCE
Chapter One
Bella woke up before the sun to her alarm, threw it against the wall,
and went back to sleep.
The next time she woke up the sun was blinding in her window and she
realized she was either late for school or about to be. She threw her bedsheets
to the floor, put a piece of toast in her Hello Kitty x Evangelion toaster,
went to the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth, put on her school uniform,
grabbed the toast as it popped out of the toaster, put it in her mouth, and ran
out the door.
The sun beat down on the Shibuya streets. The cicadas sang and the
birds tweeted, but it irritated Bella, who really needed to get to school. She
ran to the bus stop but saw the bus drive off and decided she could run the
distance, and broke into a sprint towards school.
Prem, a student at the same school, meanwhile was leisurely riding its
bike on a different street. It checked its Casio and knew it had enough time to
get there, so it wasn't worried. Prem had pulled an all nighter making speed in
its parents garage while they were out of town. Prem met an intersection,
waited for the traffic signal, and then crossed.
Meanwhile Bella was running as fast as she could towards her high
school. At the same intersection she figured she could make it and ran across.
Then she got to the corner past the street and ran straight into Prem on its
bicycle. They both fell over onto the ground.
"What the fuck?" Prem cried.
Bella's toast was knocked to the ground and she caught sight of it.
"Noo."
Prem's bicycle chain had come undone. It took its repair kit out from
under the seat and started to repair it.
"I'm so sorry. I'm late for school-"
"So am I, now!"
Bella sniffed and tried not to cry. Not only was she late for school
but in her rush had inflicted the same fate on another. "Is there anything I
can do to help?"
"No. Go away." Now Prem was the one that was irritated.
Bella started walking and then broke into a run and ended up at school
a couple minutes later. The teacher made her stand in the hall holding pails of
water as punishment. Some time after that Prem arrived late too and, to Bella's
surprise, ended up next to her. She whispered to Prem. "You go here too?"
Prem whispered back. "Same class, moron."
Bella had never noticed Prem. It had black hair pulled into a ponytail
and was usually silent in the back of the classroom, either sleeping or writing
down chemical formulas it had thought of. Meanwhile Bella was usually in the
front of the class participating with the current discussion. Bella realized
Prem was really handsome, too, but tried to ignore that.
Prem had always noticed Bella. Bella was the pretty person in the front
of the classroom with all the energy, occasionally interrupting Prem's thought
with pointless interjections regarding the weather or school sports.
They both were quiet for a beat or two before Bella whispered again.
"Can I make it up to you? I'll buy you matcha after school."
Prem replied. "I guess. But it better be good."
And it would be a date.
You can request chapter 2 through my Patreon, two months' of requests
equals one chapter so if two people request in one month then I'll write it a
month from now or if one person requests twice I'll write it two months from
now. I need money.
[10:17 AM] bella: the grindset lmfao. i respect it
Theodore Castleberry woke up in bed next to his wife, Minerva. The sun
shone into the sparse room through the curtains. Minerva still lay sleeping so
before waking her Theodore silently slid out of bed and into the bathroom to
pee and wash his mouth out. The clock said it was seven AM.
After Minerva was awoken and the couple had breakfast that Theodore,
known to his friends as Ted, had cooked - two eggs, some bacon, and some toast
for each of them - and the newspaper had been read, and Minerva had showered,
and the makeup and the deodorant and the day's plan had been discussed, Ted
drove himself and his wife to their work, a small accounting firm that took
contracts from bigger businesses when they needed more resources than they had.
Minerva was filling out papers for a lawn mowing company that didn't expect an
audit from the tax man. Ted was balancing out performance and paychecks for
Johnson Corporate Networking, a computer company in the mid-21st century that
grew into a laboratory and then left the computer field when that dried up. It
wasn't interesting work but it paid the both of them enough to afford a house
together and work breaks too, so an observer might say the two were happy.
Ted, however, felt nothing. He stared at his books and penciled in
number after number, and felt nothing about it. He felt nothing for his wife.
He felt nothing for himself when he looked in the mirror. And he didn't
remember when this started. Nor when he started working for JCN. Nor when he
met Minerva or proposed or even the day before the current day. He knew how to
push a pencil and he remembered how to do his math and he was content, for now.
And when the bell rang and he went to lunch and he ate his soup in peace and
looked at his wife who looked back with a love he couldn't reciprocate he knew
he was lucky. And the bell rang again and he walked back to his desk.
Today something was wrong. Ted didn't know what was wrong. But he
didn't feel right. He felt really, really wrong. The lights, the paper, it was
all wrong. He jerked his legs just to feel his muscle flex and felt his shoe
hit a piece of plastic.
Metatango
"I wanna learn the metatango." Olive and Shepherd were walking the
halls looking for something to do.
Shepherd observed Olive. "The metatango? Where did you see that?"
Olive pointed at a program she'd kept in her pocket. Learn the
Metatango, with Señora Discorda.
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Why not?"
" One
does not simply
do the meta
tango." said Shepherd.
"How did you do that?"
" You
must go now ponder
the very
tango." said Shepherd.
"Are you singing?"
" And
if you must know
the meta
tango," said Shepherd, " you
will have to discuss
the very meta
tango."
"I don't quite understand."
"I'll take you over to Discorda, but don't tell her you're with me,
okay?"
"But I figured the metatango would be, like, a dance. You just sang a
couple bars about the metatango and the weird structure made me think it had
something to do with what the metatango is. But I don't know what it is."
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Alliteration in news headlines is so corny. "Panic at the pump" is a
dad joke, not a headline. I'm tired of all these meme phrases, I want meat and
potatoes words. Tell me about the FNAF lore, shut the fuck up about some fake
news epidemic. If everyone else is already talking about it I don't care
because surely somebody else is already taking care of it. Tell me about a bug
in some shell script you want help with or something (no seriously, e-mail me).
Alright I'm tired I go sleep now.
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Every other line is censored
When I was a very wee lass I was a very angry wee lass and spent my
[...]
an honourable pastime nor did it result in any fruits. Facebook wasn't it,
[...]
because I had 4chan.org/b tattooed on the back of my skull from creation, then
[...]
4chan.
[...]
president was a petri dish in the eyes of some and a powder keg to others.
[...]
productive programming discussions and stuff, I didn't care about productivity,
[...]
nobody ever browsed mine and I never cared about anyone else's. So at cutie pie
[...]
and troll I made some funny jokes that got a lot of replies, and kept riffing,
[...]
Anonym had a rainbow so by the time I got back to checking that out again it
[...]
massive pizzagate-adjacent conspiracy theory. And when they took it to hachi I
[...]
firing squad. I made the first couple posts, no more.
[...]
referenced the joke I had made at that point a couple years prior. I realized
[...]
myself on the news every once in a while didn't cement it, didn't feel real.
[...]
Cardiotomy.
Take my glasses off.
Take the scrunchie out of my hair.
Take my hat off and
unzip my jacket.
Tell me you don't care.
Now kiss my bruised knuckle
and brush my fingers with your lips
and now extend my fingers
and take the pliers from your hip
and slide my fingernail out
from its flesh holding cell. Gently
make an incision
and rip my bones out of their shell.
Peel the seam up my wrist
and watch my life flow out of me.
Drill a hole into my heart.
Dear [...]:
The tomatoes are shit. I really tried my hardest to slice them and make
them nice, but I'm not good at this and I don't know what I'm doing, so they
came out like shit. I'm sorry.
The pickles kick ass. I'm happy with them. But they took too long.
The lettuce is fine.
From Trinity
I just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
just need to get through this week. Dear automobile:
Why dost thou haunt my weary soul?
Roaring in your monoxide noise
letting our your groans.
Dear autombile:
I'm left walking in your wake.
Why don't you run me over
so I don't have to come to work today?
Dear automobile:
Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
Dear automobile:
RUN ME THE FUCK OVER P
LEASE FOR THE LOVE OF
GOD JUST DO IT!!!!!!!
It's a torture party and everyone's participating!
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Streambreak
Prelude
- Amber
The discovery of the Ideal Human; Amber is the ubermensch of
the 20XXs. Conspiracy theories immediately start to swirl regarding a drift
from the ideal ("the fall of the West"-ish) with the legitimacy of early Q
posts (i.e. no legitimacy whatsoever). Mix 2019-12 COVID knowledge with 2016 Q
knowledge basically and you get the Amber phenomenon. Explores the actual (made
up) science behind Amber, the realization that this discovery is sort of
worthless, and the pickup of Amber by the right wing mobs and accusations of
suppression etc.
- Slipstream
The thesis of the story; already drafted.
Day 1
- Placeholder title
Ambulance driver gets ready for work.
- Ted's Last Day
Ted's first building burned down, his work. An accounting firm
working with JCN. Mention soup, barely mention JCN (just once), mention wife,
go from his lunch break to ignition.
- Placeholder title
Reveal that Slipstream was just a narration of Ada's last [X]
years to the coffee shop owner. Conversation about loss. Conversation about
domestication - Ada's been basically working the same job for like a hundred
years, how has she kept in touch with reality?
- Placeholder title
Follow Ted's wife out of the building into some stupid ass
meeting or whatever. Why did she go with Ted's boss? etc
- Placeholder title
Meanwhile Ted is fighting the first responders to the office
fire. Why are there so few responders? Steals a fire truck and fucks shit up,
also brutally kills an ambulance driver, the one from the first chapter of this
section.
- Placeholder title
Police get involved. The news hears over the radio and
considers getting involved. Ted crushes the police and walks off. In-police
bickering over how this could have happened.
- Placeholder title
News find Ted burning down misc. shit and interview him. Ted
starts to amass a following. Ada finds this happening and doesn't consider it's
important. Meanwhile Ted's wife (Minerva) and Ted's boss are doing things.
Out of steam. And midnight's passed.
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If you had ghosts in your blood cocaine would totally work on getting
rid of the ghosts.
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/blah/2023-02-07.html
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#!/bin/sh
set -ex;mkdir -p blah;python -c "import os;os.chdir('blah')
with open('../$0', 'r') as f:
for day in f.read().split('\n\n\n'):
if day.split('\n')[0] == '#!/bin/sh':
prefix='\n'.join(day.split('\n')[day.split('\n').index(
'exit 0')+1:])+'\n';continue
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elif day.split('\n')[0][:4] == '&lt;!--': suffix=day;continue
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with open(day.split('\n')[0]+'.html', 'x') as g:
g.write(prefix+day+'\n'+suffix)
";cd blah;for f in *.html;do #in glob we trust
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test -z "$last" || sed -i "s,_NAVIGATION_,$nav&lt;A HREF=\"$f\">\&gt;&lt;/A>&lt;/P>," \
"$last";nav="&lt;P>";test -z "$last"||nav="$nav&lt;A HREF=\"$last\">\&lt;&lt;/A>"
nav="$nav&lt;A HREF=\"index.html\">^&lt;/A>";last="$f";done
sed -i "s,_NAVIGATION_,$nav&lt;/P>," "$last";for f in *.html;do #e unibus puellam
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fi="$(echo "$f" | cut -d . -f 1)";test "$fi" = "index" && continue
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printf '&lt;A HREF="/blah/%s.html">%s&lt;/A>\n' "$fi" "$fi"; done|sort -r|\
sed -e "1i&lt;!DOCTYPE html>&lt;HTML>&lt;HEAD>&lt;TITLE>blah&lt;/TITLE>&lt;/HEAD>&lt;BODY>&lt;PRE>\
&lt;A HREF="..">..&lt;/A>" -e '$a&lt;/PRE>&lt;/BODY>&lt;/HTML>'>index.html
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exit 0
That's the source code to this blog, in its entirety. My writing
process was simple:
- write the beginning and initial Python portion
- pass out
- wake up at 0600 not knowing who or where I am
- see this code and continue it
- pass out again
- wake up at 1700 knowing who but not where I am
- write most of the rest
- pass out again
- wake up half an hour later, finish
It's organized in sections though it doesn't appear to be organized
whatsoever:
#!/bin/sh
set -ex
mkdir -p blah
python -c "
import os
os.chdir('blah')
with open('../$0', 'r') as f:
for day in f.read().split('\n\n\n'):
if day.split('\n')[0] == '#!/bin/sh':
prefix = '\n'.join(
day.split('\n')[
day.split('\n').index('exit 0')+1:
]
) + '\n'
continue
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elif day.split('\n')[0][:4] == '&lt;!--':
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suffix = day
continue
with open(day.split('\n')[0]+'.html', 'x') as g:
g.write(prefix + day + '\n' + suffix)
"
This splits the blog into days, where each day is delimited by three
newlines. Every day is two lines apart.
A day that starts with the POSIX shell shebang is the /prefix/, which
is prepended to each day. It cuts off everything until after "exit 0", the end
of the script, and after that is the actual HTML prefix to each blah page.
A day that starts as an HTML comment is the /suffix/, appended to each
day. This obligates an HTML comment at the end of each post, the same comment,
so I just made it something sort of interesting yet sort of bog standard.
I explained this poorly but I spread the code out so it's a little
easier to read, I think it's pretty simple. git.sr.ht/~trinity/homepage/tree
/main/blog, you can see how it's laid out.
Each day, prefixed and suffixed, is output as its own [day].html to the
created blah/ directory.
Next:
cd blah
for f in *.html
do
test -z "$last" || sed -i \
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-e "s,_NAVIGATION_,$nav&lt;A HREF=\"$f\">\&gt;&lt;/A>&lt;/P>," "$last"
nav="&lt;P>"
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test -z "$last" \
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|| nav="$nav&lt;A HREF=\"$last\">\&lt;&lt;/A>"
nav="$nav&lt;A HREF=\"index.html\">^&lt;/A>"
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last="$f"
done
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sed -i "s,_NAVIGATION_,$nav&lt;/P>," "$last"
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This replaces _NAVIGATION_ with an actual navigation bar. The actual
string has two underscores before and after NAVIGATION but this blog is held
together with shoelaces and bubble gum and I don't wanna fuck around and find
out.
I don't know how this works, I let my fingers handle the flow.
(The secret is that I just run it in my head and adjust the
beginnings and ends until it runs in my head for two times
correctly. Then as long as state doesn't drift it's all good.
This is fucky and I don't know how to explain it and I don't
really know how it all goes about but you can do really
complex but really really tight program flow just by vibing
against it and letting your fingers tap tap tap, yknow?)
Next:
for f in *.html
do
fi="$(echo "$f" | cut -d . -f 1)"
test "$fi" = "index" \
&& continue
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printf '&lt;A HREF="/blah/%s.html">%s&lt;/A>\n' "$fi" "$fi"
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done \
| sort -r \
| sed \
-e "1i\
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&lt;!DOCTYPE html><HTML><HEAD><TITLE>blah</TITLE></HEAD><BODY><PRE><A HREF="..">..</A>" \
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-e '$a</PRE></BODY></HTML>' \
> index.html
exit 0
This takes all the files in blah/, builds an index, adds a prefix and
suffix to the stream, and outputs it all to blah/index.html in one go. This is
the simplest part of the script and I was worried it would be hard but it
wasn't really, it just required a little bit of embracing of UNIX piping.
["Streambreak"]: After experiencing a genocide, Ada Karina time travels
back to the past to prevent it from happening. However things start diverging
from plan when a soup-fueled arsonist grows from nuisance to idol to
geopolitical disaster.
["Antero"]: Tales from a future dystopia where the very formation of
memories is outlawed.
["Sponge"]: Olive Edgerton is an employee at an impossibly popular
burger joint, where every ingredient is grown or produced in-house.
["Saikokon"]: After an apocalypse, the last survivor is selected as an
exhibit at Saikokon, a conference for psychic time travelers.
["Pasture"]: Tales from after the end of the world.
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2022年03月02日
ウサギ-
I went to the dentist. No co pay. Hell yeah!
My teeth are good.
Still working on my taxes.
I have a feeling I won't be giving you this journal. Maybe I will. It
just seems like you're a bit distant.
It's getting more and more embarrassing to wear a Soviet watch.
Watching Peacemaker (2022). Pretty good. Saw the Blade trilogy. Pretty
bad
A couple days ago someone said "there's only a couple seconds left" at
work probably about a cook time. Said I: "only a couple seconds left? I've
gotta call-"
And then I realized, for all I've done, I'm probably the first person
of which nobody would think at the world's end.
It's okay but it hurts.
And that's of what I've recently been thinking
My room is messy to a considerable yet probably easily remedable extent
but I just can't bring myself to clean it. I don't know why.
One of my old teams made the news for [...] attacks on [...] or however
you spell it. Nobody knows how racist they are but I don't think it would
change their public image. And the PR group is full of lamers still...
Working 1130-2000 or something like that. Today will probably be bad
but we'll see. Can always be worse...
Double Junior Whopperless!
Let's make that Hopperless!
We are show stopperless
Because we are so obvious!
[unintelligible drawing]
Burger Hell!
[picture of a stick figure saying "12 fish"]
[picture of the stick figure next to a square]
[2 piles of 6 circles]
[picture of a stick figure saying "done"]
The customer came in and ordered 12 fish sandwiches. After they were
made and sent out (which took fifteen minutes or so) they changed their mind
and ordered 12 veggie burgers instead. We were left with 12 fish sandwiches. I
considered taking them home and freezing them and having them for every meal
for a couple weeks but I tried one and it was so bad I threw it out and told
management to just throw them out.
[3:40 PM] AllisonHell: sounds like an mcr song
[3:40 PM] AllisonHell: pricking ink under ur skin thinking of meeeeeee
- some Midwest emo
[3:48 PM] trinity: i'm stealing that
I'm strung out in my bed staring up at a screen
that I keep on my wall playing fond memories
and you're out at the stream sucking venomous things
and you pick at your skin and you're thinking of me
but I'm out and the light and the cathode ray beam
and you're pricking your skin and turning it green
and the red and the blue and the black and the pink
and I can't think of you but you scream there for me
Am I such a villain?
Am I such a bleeding heart fool?
That you can't cope now
That you cut it and bleed out by that tool?
Am I such a bitch now?
That you can't deal with the pain
and now you're gonna bleed out
and now I'll carry all the blame
[4:16 PM] AllisonHell: oh wow I cut myself on that edge
Today I went to the whatever surgeon to see what my teeth were doing.
Turns out they're being super mega bastards and the wise guys (wisdom teeth)
are putting pressure on (impacting) the civies (molars) and if the situation
continues things could get hairy (get fucked). So now I need $2500 to get my
wisdom teeth out. Time to pawn all my shit!
I have to figure out my insurance but the dentist said my non-wise
teeth are rad and kick mega ass so that's nice.
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/blah/2023-02-05.html
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2023 already?
if i were a dog i would like to eat dog food
food,if i were,would i?eat dog to like a dog
food,if dog were,would dog? eat like i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
___ _ |
To be honest, I don't think I would survive a | / \ |
day in Hell. It seems too hot. I was born and | |\ /\ \ |
sorta raised in Maine so I'm used to the cold | | \ \ \ \ |
- the kind of cold for which others make you \ \| ||_|| |
pay an arm, leg, and the tips of your ears!!! _\ \ \ \_/ /
\___/ \__/
I know this is word salad I just like it when the line endings match
up.
> The only safe thing to do was put bands in your top eight so there was no
> drama.
> But I liked the drama.
Enveloped in flame Lex, for a brief moment, remembered playing video
games when he was a kid. He sat on the floor in front of the television holding
a game controller - affected - and played a garbled mix of polygons and pixels.
The room caught and the television was on fire. He was on fire. The TV stand,
the game console, the couch behind him, the cat. The TV went out and he was
left holding a controller that wasn't quite right and melting onto his hands.
His clothes were covered in flame. He threw the controller on the ground out of
disappointment and opened his mouth to speak and crumpled into ashes, and
remembered nothing more, ever.
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[...]: I stand corrected.
Trin: Don't stand corrected. Kneel.
I hope Hell has good ice cream flavors.
Y'all won't see this for a while, I'm rewriting the blah stuff and making a
markup format for it (fuckscript).
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2022-04-26
Miss You Already
Hey Trin!! I'm gonna miss you so much! I hope you excel at everything
you do!!
- Love Drew
Bye!
- Miranda
We'll miss you!!!
- Kaylah
Bye.
Rita
We'll miss you trin! Good luck with your new job!
- Kim
Best of luck
- [unintelligible]
Good-Bye From All of Us
Good Luck :)
- Lee
Gonna miss you + the [...]
- Peter
That job gave me such bad stomach issues I ate like only yogurt for a
week to adjust. Three of those seven signateurs left that job in the next six
months. I had been there eighteen months, long enough to go from severe
incompetence to actually knowing what I was doing. At my current job I again
consider myself incompetent. But I work with what I'm given.
"More money more problems" is total bullshit. More money is only more
problems if you're too afraid to slice and dice a little. If you wanna take the
edge off you're gonna have to fuck around with an angle grinder a little.
Just looked up what an angle grinder is. I didn't actually know, the
name is just metal and the words are sort of iambic.
Sarin is so OP. I'd name a kid Sarin.
2022年02月22日
ウサギ-
[picture of a dog/cat thing on a windowsill]
tomorrow we're watching American Psycho (2000)
Today I work 1130-1700. Tonight I'll pick up some snacks and clean my
room a bit. It's messy but I don't think it's beyond saving.
[picture of the burger king]
Just trying to cover up the bleed-thru.
Sitcom
["Pilot"] S1E1
The fellas throw Trinity a surprise 9/11 celebration.
["Trauma Wars"] S1E2
During a Phineas and Ferb reenactment, Trinity throws a game
show where the player with the most childhood trauma wins.
["The Long Shot"] S1E3
Trinity and [...] come up with a plan to get raises.
["Codebreakers"] S1E4
The fellas break the Hayes code.
["Wings"] S1E6
Trinity tries to convince her friends to star in a television
pilot about celebrating 9/11.
"Prove to me that you're human."
"Excuse me?"
SUBJECT:
PHIL MANEKINO
AGE:
35
"Prove to me that you're a human."
"I don't have to prove anything to-"
DISINCENTIVE APPLIED.
"Prove to me that you're a human."
Phil shifted in its chair.
"I- I have a wife-"
"She too is in questioning."
"-a family-"
"So are they."
"-so what's in question? My whole life?"
"Prove to me you're not a robot."
"How? Why?"
I sat back and emitted a sigh. "Your latest medical examination revealed no
hypertension, pre-hypertension, cavieities, abnormalities. You have no criminal
background of any kind. No unusual lookup patterns on the Intranet. Thus, you
must be a robot."
"I'm a robot because I'm clean?"
"Nobody's clean in such a dirty world. Your dirt must be deeper than skin."
I selected the dremel from my toolkit.
"Oh god, no, please."
The usual pleas.
"Prove to me you're not a robot."
"Why are you doing this?"
DISSECTED FINGER: HUMAN.
"You're a cuborg?"
DISSECTED ARM: HUMAN.
I dismantled the robot made only of human components and from these and my
experience compiled my report. Family must be, too.
Operator congratulated me before turning me off.
on my usual stupid bullshit
2022年02月22日
ウサギ-
It's today again. Perhaps it was today yesterday, or it's yesterday
today. It doesn't really matter.
[picture of a stick figure sitting at a table, saying "where am I?"]
I remembed in elementary school I was in the "Gifted[...]" program -
[...]. Apparently they formally I.Q. tested me but I don't know that anyone
outside the program (or myself) saw the results.
We read advanced reading books, did more complicated maths, etc. I
preffered [sic] the middle school [...] teacher, [...], to the elementary
teacher. Less strict. Anyway, I got the feeling it was a doomed program. Lack
of funding, lack of interest. Of course the public controversy around such
things. But hey, it got me reading Shakespeare in like fifth grade. A Midsummer
Night's Dream. Not my favorite of his.
I didn't really enjoy my childhood. [...]
Life was simpler. Better? No. Much worse. But I like simplicity.
[...]
[...]
trinity@laika:~ $ curl wttr.in/?m
Weather report: [...], Maine, United States
Overcast
.--. -26(-38) °C
.-( ). ↘ 22 km/h
(___.__)__) 16 km
0.0 mm
Hell's dress code is this:
- shirt, pants, intimates, et cetera; base layer
- jumper
- jacket liner
- jacket
- bandanna to cover face
- hat
- jacket hood, pulled tight
- chunky ugly really warm gloves
- leg warmers
good enough to go to the gas station. any farther and you will die.
One fortune cookie, two fortunes:
Don't stop dreaming, otherwise your dreams will get awfully
boring.
Be smart but don't show it.
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Jesus it's cold... I gotta move someplace warmer... like Hell...
Applied for my passport today. I called the cab company at 0730 and
they said they'd sent a cab as soon as possible. Then at 0755 the cab arrived
and, knowing the trip would take like 15 minutes, I told the cabbie if they got
me to the post office to apply for the passport by 0800 I'd tip them $20. Four
minutes of extremely haphazard driving later I was down $33 and on time for the
appointment. It took like five minutes to actually apply because I'd already
filled out all of the paperwork so I was out of there and at work within the
hourish. Good times.
Kingslayer by Bring Me the Horizon ft. BABYMETAL goes so fucking hard.
Like, so so hard. The mosh pit for the song is also usually fucking kickass.
I wanna be a kingslayer!
It's fucking cold outside. wttr.in/?m says this:
curl: (92) HTTP/2 stream 0 was not closed cleanly: INTERNAL_ERROR (err 2)
Accuweather says this: [-8 deg C]
The forecast for Friday (tomorrow) afternoon says -10 deg C with 32km/h
winds ("RealFeel": -23). Saturday afternoon -16. "RealFeel" -31. If it gets any
lower I'm gonna have to set the thermostat to Kelvin. Jack Frost is a son of a
bitch.
My --&gt;ANECDOTAL&lt;-- caffeine knowledge is this.
Tolerance is built up gradually. 80mg might stim a househusband, 300mg
might barely be enough to keep a prole awake. Cup of coffee is between 40 and
80mg. If you're drinking coffee you might as well crank it up to however strong
you want. Most people don't need caffeine, they drink coffee because of peer
pressure and it feels good at first but eventually the tolerance takes over and
it has basically no effect. You have to have a really long tolerance break to
actually reset your tolerance, it's not worth it to go on a break unless you're
trying to quit. CDC recommends like 400mg max for a healthy adult, 500 is a
good amount to actually get work done, at like 600-700 (varies per person) you
just get wacked out and don't accomplish anything. 1000-1500mg puts you in a
state of euphoric zen if you have a strong tolerance and literally kills you if
you don't have a tolerance. 2000mg kills you or a horse, both if portioned
carefully. If you overdose you're super mega fucked and painfully so; muscle
fuckiness and brain fog. Drink like 2L of water, piss, repeat until you start
to feel okay, the residual effects you have the day after will follow you for
the rest of your life. Monster 300 is like the highest caffeine potency you can
get in an energy drink so if you wanna consume caf either homebrew strong ass
coffee (boil a pot down to a cup or something) or spend like $20 on Monster and
enjoy ketoacidosis. Caffeine kills for realzies so don't overdo it and listen
to your doctor. THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE ONLY. DO NOT CONSUME PAST WHAT THE CDC
RECOMMENDS. DO NOT SUE ME FOR YOUR OWN IDIOCY.
As far as I know, and as much as I should,
say that the powers that beckon are good,
I have to admit that they've broken a lot
of promises better to better and not
one of their oaths has been filled, just forgot.
They just make more work to do and then do it and stop
the betters from bettering and raising the top
of standards to better than there was before
the powers that beckon took hold of the floor.
Scott pulled back the bolt and the AA battery spit out of the side of
the rifle. He reached in his pocket and grabbed another one, pushed it into the
chamber, made better aim, closed his eyes, fired. The blast burned a hole
in his sight even through his eyelids but other than the temporary optical
degradation he was unharmed. His target, however, subject to the full power of
a 3Ah battery spent in half a second, had a hole burnt through his suit and
through himself.
Then he felt a pinprick and knew a sparrow's talon, another of his
generation's angels of war, with its thin tungsten shaft and dainty uranium
barbs, had gotten lodged in his back. He turned around and shot the offending
kid with a Glock.
I'm standing in an empty parking lot
snow is falling from the sky
it's such an empty parking lot, now
snow is falling from the sky
I held the car door handle
snow started falling from the sky
I sighed and got my baggage handled
snow started falling from the sky
I'm standing in an empty parking lot
and snow is falling from the sky
I'm smoking a nearly finished cigarette
and snow is falling from the sky
I opened the car door
and I turned and asked you why
and you said there's nothing to remember
snow is falling from the sky
[...]: You should fuck Bs instead of As because Bs have two holes.
Trin: What does that mean???
[...]: Another one is, 'you should go fuck yourself with a T because it has a
handle.
Trin: No, seriously, what does that mean???
Earl of I.fel a tell vis but I don't remember why.
Earlier toupe I felt a tell visio but I don't remember why.
Earlier today I felt like a television but I don't remember why.
Ear er to I felt like a elevi on but I don't remember why.
E r r o I felt like a lev on but I don't remember why.
E r r o fel on but I don't remember why.
after monster #4: hiiii
after monster #7: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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What I had for breakfast today: A strawberry Oreo milkshake. Half a cigarette.
What I had for supper today: Chicken nuggets and a burger. The other half.
What I'm drinking: Vermont maple spice tea. And Dayquil.
Now playing: Painkiller - Nothing But Thieves.
Jason walked up the cloud to the pearl gates of Heaven. God stood at
the door in front of a lecturn with a massive book. He (as in He) spoke first:
"Name?"
Jason paused. "Oh. I died there, didn't I?"
God curled His lips into a frown. "Did you think you would live?"
"No, I guess I knew I would probably die."
"Was it worth it?"
"Yeah, I guess. It was what needed to be done. I wish I didn't have to
die that way, but I suppose that's how it is."
God thumbed through the pages. "At what day did you leave?"
Jason told Him.
God found the day. "Hmm. That's interesting."
"I don't know much about this religious stuff. Honestly I thought it
wasn't for real. But didn't you write that book?"
"Do you remember everything you've written?"
"Well, no."
"Exactly. I forgot about this section. And to be honest-" God winked at
you "-I'm probably as much of a character as you are, Jason."
"Why did you ask me my name if you knew it?"
"You're the only one that dies like... that. That day. I'd say you're
the worst death there."
"Fucked with an angle grinder."
"Yeah, fucked with an angle grinder."
"I was hoping if You existed You'd come through for me there. Like a
'deus ex machina' sort of thing, y'know? Maybe I didn't have enough faith."
God looked into the distance behind Jason. "Honestly, I wasn't really
listening that day."
"No fucking shit! At least everyone else made it out okay because of
me, right? It was an honourable death?"
God looked back into the book at the next couple pages. "Hmm. Yeah.
Yeah, that's pretty honourable."
"That's good." Jason leaned on the other end of the podium. "Can- can I
see Jane?"
"Jane? There are a lot of Janes."
"My wife. She made it here, right? Oh, wait - can I get in? Into
Heaven?"
"Yeah, sure, you've earned it. But your wife isn't here. Or in the
other place. Your wife's on Earth."
"What? No."
"Yeah. Jane used the cash she'd been slowly building up to buy a plane
ticket to Kazakhstan and retire."
"Fuck."
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck."
"Well, you'll have a lot of time for relationship stuff up here, so,
like, have fun with that."
"Fuck me, man." The gates open and Jason started walking through before
pausing. "Y'know, times were hard."
"Yes, yes they were."
"Like, really hard. I don't think I was ever really happy, y'know? I
never got anything like that. The best I got was a fucking character arc like
this is a comic book or something. That kind of felt unnecessary, y'know? The
whole fucking me over again and again? I don't think I needed that."
"Perhaps."
"Per fucking haps. Y'know what? Where were you? Why did you write me
like that? My life has been fucking torture. Why did you do that to me?"
God kicked Jason and he fell over past the gate threshold. The door to
Heaven slammed shut, and God locked it.
[...]: Welcome to Hell.
Trin: Great to be here.
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#!/bin/sh
set -e
# UNIX manual system
str isvalue "$MANUAL_DIR" \
|| MANUAL_DIR=/usr/manual
argv0="$0"
! str isvalue "$1" || str isvalue "$3" \
&amp;&amp; printf "Usage: %s [name] (section)\n" "$argv0" 1>&amp;2 \
&amp;&amp; exit 1 \
|| true
str isvalue "$2" &amp;&amp; ! test -e "$MANUAL_DIR/$2/$1" \
&amp;&amp; printf "%s: %s: No manual entry in section %s\n" "$0" "$1" "$2" \
1>&amp;2 \
&amp;&amp; exit 1 \
|| true
str isvalue "$2" \
&amp;&amp; PAGE="$MANUAL_DIR/$2/$1" \
|| for d in "$MANUAL_DIR"/*
do test -e "$d/$1" &amp;&amp; PAGE="$d/$1"
done
! str isvalue "$PAGE" \
&amp;&amp; printf "%s: %s: No manual entry\n" "$0" "$1" 1>&amp;2 \
&amp;&amp; exit 1 \
|| true
! str isvalue "$SECTION_DIR" \
&amp;&amp; printf "%s: %s: No manual entry\n" "$argv0" "$1" 1>&amp;2 \
&amp;&amp; exit 1 \
|| true
&lt;"$PAGE" groff -t -e -mandoc -Tascii
trick or treat
girl's gotta eat
i'll bark for u
just please pay me
just grab me by the
bezel and make me wish
i was more than a
screen. please?
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Trin (laughing): That's not even the grossest thing I've seen here.
[...]: No?
Trin: No.
[...]: I believe that. And that's fucked. (starts laughing)
Trin (still laughing): I feel like I'm going insane.
[...]: You do?
Trin: Not really. I already went insane a while ago.
[...]: It's the new normal.
Trin: Yeah. We're all insane around here.
It's still Tuesday?
I had a dream: I was in a private art gallery admiring the paintings.
Then it turned out there was a warrant out for my arrest. They'd found
something extreme enough to warrant throwing a smoke bomb through the window in
front of me. I noticed it wasn't really clouding anything so knowing it was
probably some nerve agent I ran to the door and gated over to a fractal of the
world in which I'd been. Some SWAT agent or something saw me open the door to
While that transpired I forked and gated over to the MoMA or whatever
in Manhattan. Some cars with black tinted windows rolled up from both ends of
the road so I sprinted across the street into ongoing construction where I was
shot and killed. Worth a try.
a place to which that doorway didn't usually go and sprinted through along with
me. I ran through the gallery, which was this rich guy's beautiful townhouse,
and made it upstairs where I got onto the roof. The SWAT didn't know I was
there so I jumped down and made it into a nearby forest. One for two.
[2:59 PM] Strong Eminav_B (weak): I was expecting you to look older and a less
round face
[3:09 PM] Strong Eminav_B (weak): The way you describe ur life makes me picture
you like that before and after image of that
ww1 soldier
What are you wearing?
I dunno baby, whatever you want...
Carhart pants. Loose fit jeans but I'm considering tighter fit because
it'd make them easier to pack. Black.
Carhart shirt. Loose fit. I take a razor and cut the Carhart logo off
and it's just a 100% cotton shirt with a pocket that I know will last me a
while. Black.
Amazon "athletic sleeves". Tight. Black.
Some eco whatever hat. Keeps headlights, rain, and hair out of my eyes.
Black.
Carhart gloves. Spandex. Well fitting. Black.
New Balance 686 boots. Everything-proof. Pink shoelaces under all the
grime. Black.
Casio F-91W. Black.
On occasion, a bandanna tied around my neck or hair. Black.
Dickies socks. Black.
Intimates. Take me out to dinner first. Even then you'll probably never
see them.
A Hello Kitty scrunchie. Silk, maybe? Satin? Shiny. Kawaii. Not black.
Glasses. Rose colored.
[3:32 PM] trn1ty: yeah it sorta be like that
[3:32 PM] trn1ty: blackpink
[3:32 PM] trn1ty: cutepunk
trn1ty started a thread: trinity fits thread. See all threads.
Yesterday at 9:24 PM
[9:18 PM] trinity: they're gonna study my work after i'm gone but idk in cs or
in psychology
[9:19 PM] sasha: in cryptozoology
treat me like your computer
i wanna do all your math
take me apart for techno school
show all the pieces to your class
grab me by the bezel
make me glitch the fuck out
tie me up in wires
call me a bitch and make out
treat me like your computer
like i'm a video game
play me with your friends from school
but don't tell me their names
unplug me from the ether
so i can't surf any sites
take your hard drive out from me
leave me on a shelf and go outside
Rothco M-65 mansfield jacket. Sturdy. Black.
Aside from my weird thing recently it's been months since I've felt
much emotion. My emotions and I are apart, for the better I think. They didn't
do a lot of good for me and I didn't do a lot of good for them. Good riddance.
Most of the people I know don't feel emotion. The rest of the people I
know with which I've brought this up think this is horrifying. I don't think
so. The people I know with emotion left are either priviledged or at one point
had it in a way that is to me unimaginable. The rest of us had to grow up.
I remember being scared the first time I saw Night of the Living Dead.
I haven't felt fear in years. High school, the earlier years probably. Maybe my
caf OD did something. Maybe there's only so much fear you can, and I did.
Maybe...
There is no pausing, there is no remembering, there is no recoiling.
When things go bump in the night you get a rifle, when people die you walk past
them, when everybody is dead you step over the bodies and on them if necessary.
And I'm tired but not tired enough.
_ _
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Fuck!
I don't remember typing that. I got like 8hrs last night and the same
the night before! The previous nights 2-3.
I started a Patreon. You don't get much for it, just a custom role on
feeling.murderu.us, and only on the Discord bridge.
My Raspberry Pi is actually really goddamn fast. I put a cheapo Amazon
passive heat sink + fan on it and now it stays under 60C without a problem.
raspi-config(8) doesn't let you trigger the fan any lower than that for some
reason or I might keep it at 50. Look at this mess:
if [ "$INTERACTIVE" = True ]; then
TIN=$(whiptail --inputbox "At what temperature in degrees Celsius sh[...]
else
if [ -z $3 ]; then
TIN=80
else
TIN=$3
fi
fi
if ! [ $? -eq 0 ] ; then
return 0
fi
if ! echo "$TIN" | grep -q ^[[:digit:]]*$ ; then
if [ "$INTERACTIVE" = True ]; then
whiptail --msgbox "Temperature must be a number between 60 and 120[...]
fi
return 1
fi
I don't like this. I really don't like this! I'm gonna rewrite
raspi-config(8) today. Fuck it.
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NPR: &lt;https://text.npr.org/1151374507&gt;
Headline: "Nearly all U.S. mass attackers were male and faced major life
stressor, report finds"
Content: "...Nearly all the attackers experienced 'at least one
significant stressor' within five years of the attack..."
What?? Who *has not* experienced a significant stressor within the last five
years?
These analyses don't compare the demographic to the average or median,
just sensationalize useless numbers. This is somewhat cherry-picked but the
rest of the article also sucked.
I read NPR for my pseudo-left Capitalist news. I used to read CNN but I
would get irate at misleading headlines. I checked for some to lambast (ooo I'm
becoming a True Blogger "lambasting" my perceived enemies I'm so cool) but
couldn't really find anything that stuck out so maybe I'm remembering it as
worse than it was. Still, most of these headlines can be filed under "who the
fuck cares":
"Ukraine's new tanks won't be the instant game-changer some expect"
but they're still useful so who cares
"Here's how family and officials who have seen the video of Tyre
Nichols' arrest are responding to the footage"
probably they don't like it because he got shot or something
who's Tyre Nichols
"Quarterbacks in the NFL playoffs are getting younger. Here's why their
age is important"
who cares about the NFL?
"US Marines officially opens first new base in 70 years on island of
Guam"
USA propaganda piece
"After 3 years of Covid, CNN went into rural China for Lunar New Year.
Here's what we found and how officials tried stopping us"
probably officials knew CNN fucking sucks ass and were trying
to stop them from ruining people's fun. article exploration
time!
the article was incomprehensibly boring and just
explored COVID-19 stuff in rural china. the tldr is
rural people don't care because they didn't really get
great treatment during the onset of the pandemic so
anyone who would've died did and now it's just a thing
that goes around. i didn't read much of the article i'm
just describing my rural town because rural towns are
the same fucking everywhere
"China still wants to control Big Tech. It's just pulling different
strings"
anti-China propaganda piece. this could have been titled "the
Chinese government still wants influence over Western
technology companies, trying different methods" but that
wouldn't be biased or completely fucking stupid. can you tell I
hate CNN?
I could go on but my doctor (drug dealer) told me to watch my blood
pressure so I'm gonna have to chew an aspirin (drugs) to calm down (get high).
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私を殺して
street racer at twelve
no sidewalk. street's soaked in ice
take me somewhere nice
Note to self: mail Jared &lt;https://soundcloud.com/cementcity-1
/fallen-angel-cement-city-cover-panty-and-stocking-with-garterbelt-ed&gt;
[...]
[12:06 PM] tebicat: I read this and imagined a human organ hooked up as an hid
or something
[10:05 PM] trinity: like that person with the pinball thingies surgically added
to their brain or whatever and could be put into agony by
pressing a button
[10:05 PM] trinity: what are the pinball thingies called
[10:05 PM] trinity: SOLENOIDS
[10:06 PM] trinity: EE teacher called them pinball bumpers
[10:07 PM] trinity: cyborg but the augmentation is easy facility for torture
[10:07 PM] trinity: ping ping ping AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE
[10:10 PM] trinity: in hindsight i should stop engaging with severely fucked up
events
[10:10 PM] trinity: i feel like all my random anecdotes are like hey i watched
a person die that way
I'm not a very good leader. Today at work one of the people in my [...]
threw a bitch fit because I put them on menial labor most of the time rather
than the meat and potatoes of our job. A real bitch fit that made me pause what
I was doing for a couple seconds to tell them to shut the fuck up, but then my
superior called them into their office so that they instead could tell them to
shut the fuck up - I technically have no authority to tell anyone what to do
but people listen to me because I'm the one with the most experience.
"I'm gonna throw a B.F.! A bitch fit!" ~ a friend of mine
I'm not a very good leader. The issue is that I don't really feel that
whole empathy thing or anything like that. Not only can I not imagine what my
subordinates (this sounds like total dogshit but bear with me because this
wording is the best I have) are feeling but when they verbalize their feelings
there's not much I can do to understand or care because I barely have
discernable emotions besides {confused,typical,hyper,tired}. My solution to
most things is to get someone doing menial labor because I figure if they're
stressed out they should do relaxing small jobs rather than the soul crushing
eternal big job.
I don't have much to add because I don't care that much. When dogs bite
send them outside. Otherwise as long as they can still walk put them on the
leash and make them exercise.
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Trinitisms: It's not preferable to drink from plastic.
I was really pleasantly surprised to see people's caring about
microplastics hit the mainstream. This is half about that and half just that I
don't like the texture of most plastic things relative to metal cans or glass.
Except straws, I love straws.
Now reading: &lt;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychochemical_warfare&gt;
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Service: Soundcloud - trn1ty
2023-01-26 06:54:02 -07:00
I had a dream last night I was walking in my neighborhood when this
bald eagle swooped down to attack me. I happened to have a baseball bat with me
so I hit it in its chest and it fell down on the ground. Then I beat it until
it stopped moving and when it was dead I woke up.
Band name idea: sourdough starter.
Trinitisms: Don't put ice in beverages that aren't water, or they'll get
watered down.
I made this joke at work until everyone was sick of it and then put it
on my website because I myself was not yet sick of it.
Trinitisms: Don't think, feel.
And you'll be tanasinn.
Trinitisms: A string is an array of characters.
I hate, hate, hate, HATE programming languages that don't let me index
strings as if they're arrays. Or make me jump through hoops. C is perfect.
Trinitisms: More magic is necessary.
Referencing the famous magic / more magic hacker fairytale.
Trinitisms: The only good programmers are the insane programmers.
I miss you, Terry!
Trinitisms: If less than one half of the packaging is in a non-Latin writing
system, the noodles will be sub-par.
I think I came up with this in high school. I prefer Shin Ramyun and
use a Sunbeam Hot Shot to heat the water, the same since I started. I used to
have a couple a day but now I rarely have that ramen. I can get a meal from a
local Chinese restuarant and stretch it out to last me 3 days of meals.
辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛辛
I hope this Unicode works because it's tofu with the default xterm(1)
font.
I can't sleep. When I close my eyes I can see the inside of my mind.
[2022-01-08T0128] trinity: proprietary vendor, proprietary problem
Howard, what is flau x4c?
Cassidy met Ada at the coffee shop for the second time for the second
time.
Ada spoke first. "How's your morning going?"
"Fine. Weird, but fine."
"Weird?"
Cassidy smiled. "I screw dials into watches, that's my job. It smells
weird. I just realized there's all kinds of dust in the air."
Ada grew pale. "Dust in the air?"
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How to make lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD)
1. [...] [...] in [...] with [...] to get [...].
2. Activate the [...] by [...].
3. Extract the [...] and [...].
Easy!
Trinitisms: "Disc" refers to optical and physically impressive media, such as
compact discs or phonograph discs, and "disk" is for magnetic
media, such as floppy disks or hard disks; there are however
exceptions and edge cases.
I probably didn't coin this one but rather came up with it
independently, observing the use of dis{c,k} between "optical disc" and "floppy
disk". I'm still not sure if this is the actual rule.
Trinitisms: catfella - the non-gender-specific form of "catboy" or "catgirl".
(coined 2020-08-11 when referring to my friend Socks)
Also in use (though not a Trinitism): nyanbinary.
Socks is so cool. I don't know what they're up to now, probably kicking
ass somewhere on the net. I was a moderator on their short-lived Discord server
which had like a million messages in #general alone after like three months. I
met them on TikTok because we both had comparable follower counts and
everything; I left TikTok and eventually all social media and they and everyone
else stayed behind. Socks made the most realistic purring noise I've ever heard
a person make.
Sent SMS to [...] at 2023-01-21T00:19:22-0500:
bloomberg terminal that jerks you off when your stocks enter the red
Trinitisms: The continents shall be separated as follows:
North America,
South America,
Eurasia,
Africa,
India,
the middle-East,
and Oceania.
Though I hope someone important finds individual terms for each
America and has a better name for the middle-East if each
region's residents generally agree with me that the current
naming kind of sucks.
I talked to a friend of mine about this but I don't remember where. Not
Discord. Maybe SMS? My SMS logs from history are totally toast.
Trinitisms: 39 - "Thank you." In Japanese the word for 3 is "san" and the word
for 9 is normally "kyuu" so 39 is pronounced "sankyuu".
Trinitisms: Antarctica is cool, both literally and figuratively.
The same friend with which I discussed the continents harbors
Antarctica as a special interest and told me stuff about McMurdo Station which
is cool as all fuck.
Maslow has nothing on me.
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3 ________/ \_______/ \__
4 / \______
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Adventures in nmcli(8): Secrets were required, but not provided.
Rebooting didn't work.
Futzing didn't work.
Config didn't work.
Disabled MAC address scrambling (already was disabled).
Rebooted WiFi router.
Rebooted machine.
Worked.
Rebooted.
Didn't work.
Rebooted.
Worked.
Rebooted.
Didn't work.
Rebooted.
Worked.
Hardware fault?
What I'm reading:
Wasson, R. Gordon, Ruck, Carl, Hofmann, A.,
The Road to Eleusis: Unveiling the Secret of the Mysteries.
Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich, 1978.
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Awesome!
ME: 'Sup.
JOHN: Nothing much. How about you?
ME: Oh, you know.
JOHN: What's going on?
ME: Well, I'm alive, so things aren't great.
JOHN: Oh.
PURPOSE BUILT TO BE DISARMINGLY CUTE
Now playing: Killing Me Softly - Roberta Flack
Based! on sodium bicarbonate. in a spoon with a blowtorch
Antipsychotics
| \
| _\|
V Dopamine -> Neurotransmitters -> Chemical Synapses -> Synapses
Psychosis _ ^
^ |\ |
| \ _ Serotonin
| \ /|
"Bewitchment"_\ /
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|\ \ LSD -> Ergot &lt;- Claviceps purpurea
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\ \ ^ / ^
\ \ | |/_ |
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'-\------- Ergotism &lt;------|-- Hosp. Bros. of Saint Anthony
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\ |
'-+---------- Eleusinian Mysteries
| ^
\ |
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'-- Philosophy &lt;- Plato
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[...]
[8:36 AM] segismundo: so, an anti psychotic does the opposite to LSD
[8:37 AM] segismundo: meaning that LSD is, by definition, a "psychotic"
[...]
Just as Land smoked methamphetamine, Plato drank of ergot-infected
kykeon. Philosophy is an application of psychosis.
[...]
[9:48 AM] meatgrinder #1 meatspinoza: Fantastic
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Internet's out, repo's not cloned here, guess I'm writing this in a
separate text file.
This blah really is just a single large HTML file I edit (most of the
time). I might start splitting it up but then I don't get to read previous
stuff as I write. A lot of my revision process is just taking something I've
written, copy pasting it into a new doc, and rewriting it word by word into
something I like. It would be a lot harder to do if it was all separate text
files. Honey, where did I put my arsonted_06.txt?
I have a job I never really talk about here because I don't really like
working and don't see why I should write about something I don't like. But my
co-workers vaguely know of the existence of this blah so I figure I'll mention
that. At least at this current job they do. Don't move up, move out. I make
sandwiches. Fast food. It's no honorable occupation.
xterm(1) is a program I really enjoy despite it technically being hot
garbage. Someday maybe I'll fork it and fix it while keeping support for
everything but probably not.
maia arson crimew is so cool.
I'd like to implement Fing for UNIX but better. It's definitely
possible even in Just shell scripting. nmap(1), ping(1), etc.
Immediately I'd like to write a history of pagers and some
documentation for raspi-config(8).
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"Sounds like a pretty one-sided relationship."
"Well, yeah." Ada Karina had finished her brief account of a story that
spanned decades.
"Forty five the first time... back twenty three years from that... then
how old?"
"Oh, I uh- thirty. Even, I think."
"Eight years. So fifty three. Then you were thirty five, another
thirteen. That's sixty six years?"
"I guess." Ada checked her watch.
"You're twenty three now. That makes you eighty nine."
"I guess."
Howard tapped his fingers on the recliner. A church bell rang in the
distance; noon. The cafe would close in an hour. He thought to himself. "Older
than me."
"Not physically. Mentally I feel like my brain's on fire. Probably I
won't last much longer up in my head. But it helps a lot that I'm twenty three
by all observable quantities. And really it's more like I was trapped in
a simulation three times rather than that I actually time travelled."
"How was it?"
"How was what?"
"You spent- eighty nine, twenty three - sixty six years working towards
a relationship. I mean, no matter how good Cassidy is, is it worth it to go
that long?"
Ada thought for a moment. "For a smile? For a hug? Of course. and it
kills me that it's gone." She laughed. "Yeah. It just kills me." Ada turned her
head to look outside at the table at which she met Cassidy the second, third,
and fourth times.
Howard Polk had been the owner of the cafe for the previous two years.
He wondered if he'd be alive for the holocaust, if Ada couldn't prevent it. He
looked at his knuckles resting on the worn cotton armrest. The burns he got as
a cook at someone else's establishment decades past never healed, not on his
knuckles and not on his neck. "I lost someone too, once. The last person I
cared about. Actually cared about."
"May I ask who?"
Howard snorted. "Yes you may. The co-owner. Margeret."
"Margeret."
"Best damn cook I knew. Taught me everything I know. Everything."
"What happened?"
Howard scratched the recliner fabric and felt the texture. "We went our
separate ways, or rather, she went her separate way, getting bored of the
business or the routine or something. I texted, called, messaged back when
instant messaging was still new. And she sent me a message saying it wasn't my
fault that she didn't answer and that she was going through a rough patch."
Ada turned back to Howard. "What happened?"
"She washed up on the shore of the Nile."
"Fuck."
"I still prefer it to what you said. Even if I don't quite believe it."
A timer went off in the kitchen area behind the counter in front of
which Howard's recliner sat. Ada watched the cook bend down out of sight and
return to view with a pan of bacon. "I wouldn't believe it either."
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1000 lines since the last Ted story?
Minerva and Ron sat silent in the car. Ron focused on driving while
Minerva frowned at the horizon.
"We should have stayed there and made sure he got help."
"Help? What help is there for him? It's a miracle he didn't end up
killing anyone. I know it's my 'duty' as manager to make sure the store's safe
but the guys'll fill in everything for the cops and EMTs and Ted'll get put
away in a place where he can't do more harm. That was a traumatic event,
Minerva. I want something to take the edge off and I wanna forget the fire and
Ted ever happened."
Minerva looked at the steering weel. "That's not a healthy coping
mechanism, you know."
Ron stared into the horizon. "Oh, fuck off. If you thought any
differently than I did you wouldn't have gotten in the car." They started to
accelerate.
Ted had been watching the second building burn that day for probably
half an hour before he heard footsteps in the brush behind him. "You rat
bastard!"
Ted turned around to find a police officer with his gun already drawn.
"Oh. Hi. Are cops allowed to swear?"
The officer's hands' tremble was slight but visible. "Ted."
Ted read the officer's name tag. "Jack?"
"Tom. Tom Jack. You were at my brother's Christmas party."
Ted remembered a Tally Jack with which he worked. Tally invited Ted to
his Christmas party about three months prior and Ted at the time regretted
showing up. Being beaten with blessings and suffocated by songs playing in
background commercials. Every present had a logo and everybody already knew the
brands. Ted was the odd one out, as usual. "Tom."
"How could you? You could have killed all of your co-workers - why burn
down the office? You could have killed my brother." Tom's voice quivered.
Ted tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Nobody died. Would have
been cooler if they all did, yeah." He smiled softly.
Officer Jack, now angry, gripped his gun with both hands. "I could
arrest you, and the judge would give you a sentence, but that wouldn't be
justice. If you got out you'd just do this again, wouldn't you?" Ted nodded.
"Me killing you right now is justice. To Hell with the consequences."
Ted stood and watched the officer staring into his eyes but only
reciprocated in the same way a doll or teddy bear makes eye contact. Without
presence.
"So." Tom exhaled. "Goodbye." Tom braced for Ted's reaction.
There was none. Tom squared his soldiers. "Okay."
Ted finally reacted. "Car."
"What?" And then it hit Tom with all two tons of force; an ambulance
driven under the influence. Its brakes squealed but the tires couldn't catch
the dry grass and the ambulance sucked Tom under where he was run over by all
four wheels before being spit out on the other side ten seconds from death and
with his top ten most vital organs all perforated in one way or another. "Man."
Ted watched the light leave Tom's eyes as the ambulance driver
staggared out of the vehicle. Tom in terms of presentation wasn't too gruesome,
though death did have somewhat of an effect on his composure. It struck Ted as
a boring dead body.
The driver put his hands on the sides of his head. "Oh man, oh man, oh
man..." Ted was surprised he hadn't been the one hit but then remembered he
didn't care, and that the ambulance driver wasn't on fire.
"Can you hold still for a second?"
The driver paused and looked at Ted. "...What?"
Arson Ted is my favorite character.
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What I found in Flipnote Studio 3D for my Nintendo 3DS:
- 2019-09-25 0646: 9 frames. Bouncing ball demo.
- 2019-10-11 1736: 28 frames. Bouncing ball demo (the ball is liquid).
- 2019-12-16 1304: 30 frames. The word "FUCK" turns into strings and
falls onto the floor. It recollects as
a heart with "YOU" in the middle.
- 2011-01-01 2110: 60 frames. A stick figure falls into the ground and
(likely a clock leaves an impression in the snow; climbs
issue) out. Letters appear above them: "SOVIETS
WITHOUT A PARACHUTE (tm)
- 2011-09-30 1004: 4 frames. A stick figure masturbating.
(likely a clock
issue)
- 2020-11-09 2257: 55 frames. A stick figure waits at a dinner table
holding a fork and knife, wearing a bib.
Another stick figure slides a dish to the
other end of the table. The first stick
figure looks down and their mouth extends
into crocodile-like jaws before they take
a bite out of the entire section of the
table with the dish. The second stick
figure extends their mouth likewise and
smiles.
- 2020-11-10 2302: 2 frames. A small drawing of a teddy bear next to
the shaky words くまちゃん: &lt;BR /&gt;
「ACAB」.
- 2020-11-16 1746: 2 frames. Words on top of a flashing yellow and
white background: i &lt;3 LOOTERS.
Today I tried playing Professor Layton and the Curious Village for the
Nintendo DS. It was too hard and I've given up. Half the puzzles are total
bogus (you have one match and want to heat your bathtub, start a fire, and
light your lamp; which do you light first?.. your match). The story looks good
and I like the FMV cutscenes. Maybe I'll find an edit of all of them on-line.
I rediscovered Paper Airplane Chase (DSiWare) which I had when I was a
very small child on my DSi XL. I played it a lot and enjoyed it but now it
looks to me like it's probably an asset flip of some part of another game.
Maybe WarioWare?
In total people owe me $545. I'm hoping I can get that by the time next
month's rent is due.
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origin unknown)
00:00: A picture of Tim and Moby from MobyMax.
00:00: A picture of Captain Underpants.
00:01: A picture of a Nintendo Wii.
00:02: The poster for Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (2011).
00:02: A screenshot from PAPA's TACO MIA.
00:03: A picture of a kid with outstretched hands displaying
Sillybandz.
00:03: Bodycam footage of an officer shooting a figure in the desert.
Dated 2018-10-10 1454.
00:04: Video of a police officer shooting a man in the street. The
police officer behind him is held back by a bystander.
00:04: Video of a TSA agent searching a child for weapons.
00:05: Video of another TSA agent searching a toddler in a wheelchair
for weapons.
00:06: A screen capture of a computer system using facial recognition
to track school class attendance.
00:06: A screenshot from a TSA body scanning computer.
00:07: A Department of Defense press release showing 3D render of an
"active denial system".
00:08: Footage from a massacre at a mosque in Christchurch, New
Zealand.
00:09: A screen capture of a computer system tracking the positions of
students at a school.
00:09: Footage of a police officer pulling a police canine off of a
figure.
00:10: A picture of a poster at a school. Visible is a yellow smiley
face with "Smile" above and "You're on camera!" below. To the
right visible is the following fragment:
Our new bus
you have a sa
We have pros
and graffiti on
(italic) You are being
(italic) bus. So just sit
WE WILL P
OR
00:10: A snippet from Sunday Today with Willie Geist, headline: JEFFREY
EPSTEIN'S DEATH LEAVES ANGER AND QUESTIONS.
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2022-05-04
Orientation
Olive arrived the next day at 9 o'clock antemeridian having been
informed of the time she'd start work two hours prior via electronic mail. She
entered the restaurant via the two sets of glass double doors and walked to the
counter.
"Hi, I'm Olive, I'm here for my first day of work here."
The kid at the counter looked like they hadn't slept in weeks. "Hi
Olive, I'll go get the manager." They disappeared and returned from the back of
the restaurant which didn't seem to be lit, accompanied by a man Olive hadn't
met. He grimaced in an attempt to smile. "Hi Olive. Usually Paul would be here
but he's out sick."
"Sick? I spoke with him at length yesterday in his office should I
quarantine?"
"No, the only thing of Paul's that was contagious was his smile." The
man grimaced again. "Come with me, I'll show you the kitchen."
Olive, lead by the new supervisor, followed into the dim kitchen, lit
by a single red-tinted bulb. Another kid, apparently lacking more sleep than
the first, stood at a tall stainless steel table on which four machines sat. On
the far right was the paper dispenser; it dispensed paper wrappers for the
burgers, operated by button press. The bun dispenser, operated by lever,
deposited refined-grain sesame seed buns of 12 centimeter diameter, the bottom
landing on one corner of the paper and the top landing on another. The patty
dispenser, operated by plunging lever, was a conveyor belt that lead to the
kitchen from nowhere immediately discernible to Olive. On metal wires it would
push patties, two at a time, to the table. The final machine dispensed an
orange mixture (that smelled like cheese and ketchup) and was operated by flip
lever flipped one way, it dispensed enough syrup for one burger, flipped the
other way, it dispensed enough for another. Shik-shik, puk-puk, hrnnnnn, click.
The kid at the table made two burgers at a time before wrapping them and
sending them out.
Next to the table, on the red tiled floor, was a bucket of waste. Olive
gestured to it. "Do you do composting?"
"Oh, no, of course not. We need to count out waste. How many burgers
tossed, how many buns tossed, et cetera. We've had issues with employees
stealing product."
"Oh." Olive stared in the bucket. It held a soup of cheese/ketchup,
grease, mushed bread, and dissolving wrappers. "You count out everything in
there?"
"Yup, that's not exactly my favorite part of this job." The supervisor
turned to the table kid. "Daniel, this is Olive."
"Hi Olive." Daniel turned back to his hell.
The supervisor turned back to Olive. "You'll be replacing Daniel. Watch
how he works so you know what you'll be doing."
Olive kept staring in the bucket. "Do you have any sort of official
procedure sheets?"
"Yes, but you aren't allowed to see them."
Olivia's eyes moved from the bucket to the conveyor. "Oh."
That was OK. Here's how I'd write it now:
Orientation
Olive arrived the next day at 900 on two hours'notice. She entered the
restaurant via two sets of glass double doors and walked to the counter.
Holding the register was a teenager who looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.
Olive read his nametag. Sam.
"Hi Sam, I'm Olive, I'm here for my first day of work here."
"Hi Olive, I'll go get the manager." He disappeared into the back of
the restaurant, which Olive noticed was lit dimly if at all, and returned with
a man in a black uniform. The man grimaced in an attempt to smile. "Hi Olive.
Usually Paul, the manager with whom you spoke yesterday, would be here, but
he's out sick."
"Oh. Should I be here then? The interview was in an enclosed space and
for a little while." Sam brought out the bag for an order as they talked. He
pulled a receipt off a clip hanging from one of the shelves behind him, strafed
over to the soda fountain, and started pouring drinks. A set of hands pushed a
burger onto the other shelf and then receded back into the darkness.
"No, it's not contagious - fortunately. Plus the restuarant is very
well ventilated. The only thing of Paul's that was contagious was his smile."
The man grimaced again. Olive noticed the use of past tense. "Come with me,
I'll show you the kitchen."
Olive, lead by the supervision, stepped behind the counter, between the
two stainless steel shelves, carefully through a brief corridor between shelves
holding room-temperature ingredients, and followed around the end of the shelf
on the right to the small kitchen which she noticed was lit by a single red
incandescent bulb. Another teenager stood at a waist-level stainless steel
table onto which four machines dispensed paper wrappers, sesame-seed buns, beef
patties, and some sort of sauce. Four tubes ran to the table; two from the
floor and one each from the ceiling and a refrigerator-sized machine behind the
kid that had a large steel tube chimney vent also routed towards, eventually,
the sky. The kid at the table made a sandwich in a rhythmic beat.
Shik-shik. The paper dispenser was a box sort of shaped like a printer
with a large black button that used the mechanical force of the button press to
separate and spit out the burger wrapper. The box extended past the edge of the
table and a large stainless steel tube extended from its bottom through the
floor. The papers had red splotches on them, like there was an accident in
printing.
Puk-puk. The bun dispenser was a tube that ran down from the ceiling
towards the table with a lever on the front. The lever rotated a gear inside
the tube so it could dispense a single twelve-centimeter sesame seed bun,
fluffy enough to not be damaged upon hitting the bun wrapper.
Hrnnnnn. The patty dispenser, operated by foot pedal, was a conveyer
belt within a thick tube that carried a freshly-broiled hamburger patty; the
Durmer Burger signature patty, in fact. It came pre-seasoned.
Click. The sauce dispenser resembled a sink faucet, with a tube a
couple centimeters in diameter running from a valve in the floor under the
table to the hook-shaped dispenser section. On the front it had a flip lever -
flipped one way, it dispensed enough syrup for one burger, flipped the other
way, it dispensed enough for another. The large handle made a gentle but
audible click as it toggled. The signature Durmer Burger sauce was orange and
smelled to Olive like a mix of cheese and ketchup but she figured it would be
naive of her to assume that was all it was.
Shik-shik. Puk-puk. Hrnnnnn. Click. Then he wrapped them and pushed
them through the shelf into the light behind it.
Next to the table, on the red tiled floor, was a bucket, a third full,
of various decomposing ingredients. Olive pointed at it and turned to the
manager. "Do you do composting?"
"Oh, no, not here." He chuckled, which came out as a low growl. "We
count out waste to make sure the inventory sums out. A couple years ago we had
some problems with an employee stealing a ton of stuff from here so it's just
in case it happens again. Probably not really necessary but it's what the
higher-ups want."
"Oh." Olive stared in the bucket. It held a soup of sauce, grease,
the remnants of some buns, and slowly-dissolving wrappers. "You count out
everything in there?"
"Yeah. Not exactly sunshine and roses." The supervisor spoke a little
louder. "Daniel."
The table teen, presumably Daniel, looked up from making sandwiches.
"This is Olive."
Daniel looked towards Olive's knees. "Hi Olive." He turned back to his
table.
The manager turned back to Olive. "You'll be replacing Daniel. Watch
how he works so you know what you'll be doing."
Olive kept staring in the bucket. "Do you have any sort of procedure
sheets anywhere?"
"Probably. I've only seen glimpses. They keep it under wraps. This is
more sort of a word-of-mouth, creative job. You do things the best you can."
"Alright, cool."
I don't like chocolate.
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2022-05-04
Interview
Olive set herself down on a blue chair with stainless steel gray legs
that grasped a red tiled floor thinly but strong enough at least for her right
then. The weather outside was beautiful, a clear sky with few clouds, and the
sun would rise in an hour, though Olive could see none of this because the
cramped office in which she and her chair were captive was windowless. The
silence was set to the beat of Olive tapping her jeans with her nails and
looking at the, to her, very large vent next to the flickering fluorescent
light in the suspended ceiling. The cheap desk in front of her wasn't very big
but still barely left room for her against the wall, on it was miscellaneous
unsorted paperwork. This was the first, most potent memory Olive would have of
her time working for Durmer Burger.
There came two knocks at the door and it was ajar. The lead manager,
Paul, smiled with nearly all of his teeth before pulling it open. "Olive, is
it?"
"Yes." Olive stood up and held her hands at her sides, intending to
shake Paul's hand if he offered his. He didn't and simply sat down behind his
desk. Olive sat down as well.
"This is an impressive resume. You volunteered at the humane society
for two years?" Paul's salt-and-pepper hair stuck out under a brown DURMER
WORKER hat.
"Yeah. I had some spare time and wanted to help out."
"Good, good. I see you did take some cooking classes at school. You
might be able to teach us a thing or two. I know our kitchen can be a little
strange to new hires but I think you'll get along fine."
"I hope so."
"So do you want to stay in the kitchen, or do you want to take orders?
Maybe a little of both?"
Olive looked at the desk for a moment before looking back at Paul. "I
think starting out in the kitchen would be good, but I don't know."
"Alright, kitchen, then play it by ear. Sounds good." Paul put on a
sickness of a smile and reached out with a bent elbow to shake Olive's hand,
which she followed.
After Olive left the room Paul leaned back in his chair and began to
seize. Foam fell from his lips onto his gray uniform. The chair fell over to
Paul's right side, to the door, and Paul hit the side of his head on the
doorknob as he fell onto the floor while his chair scuffed the beige wall
behind him. As his blood dripped slowly onto the tile the fluorescents finally
gave out. Neither the kitchen crew nor the order takers heard Paul die, though
Sam, who usually was relegated to the fryer in the kitchen, noticed the light
was off while sneaking out to the dumpster to smoke a joint of marijuana. He
knocked, asked the order takers where Paul was, and continued out through the
back entrance to the dumpster. On his way back he noticed Paul's car was still
parked outside the entrance. Sam checked both bathrooms (each empty) and opened
the office door ajar to see if Paul maybe was taking a nap on the clock. That's
when Sam found the body.
After Olive left the room she walked out of the restaurant through the
front entrance, looked up and down the street for traffic, though there rarely
was any, and crossed Canal Avenue over to the Chinese buffet where she turned
right and started walking home. She watched ambulances and a police car fly
down the road and didn't see any significance in it.
Paul's shoulder was mostly holding the door shut but Sam could see the
drool on the floor. He ran away to the front and told the order takers, who
called the local emergency number. Two ambulances and a police car stopped in
the drive-through and brought out a stretcher, some paramedics, and a police
officer. While the paramedics took care of the body the officer questioned
first the order takers and then Sam, whom the officer noticed was high. Officer
Daniels didn't make a note of it.
On a computer screen somewhere (anywhere) in a factory a worker watched
a man seize and die on closed circuit television. He picked up a telephone and
dialed for his superior who was on the same connection. The superior went down
to the worker's office and stared at the still conveyor belt behind the worker,
on top of which neatly laid a number of burger wrapper papers. The superior
asked what the worker was doing and the worker explained that a man had just
died inside the burger store (Durmer Burger). The supervisor stared at the
press, then the employee, then the ink buckets that lay beside the press
peppered with warning labels regarding the composition of the ink. The
supervisor considered how hot the ink had to be to be in a liquid state. Then,
silently, the supervisor grabbed the employee by the ear and violently threw
them into the red tank. The employee opened their mouth to scream but only
music came out. The most beautiful music the supervisor had heard. It came to a
crescendo as the worker's face dissolved and they lost consciousness due to
shock but it played on even after the employee's decrescendo. Red splattered
onto the burger wrappers.
2022-05-04
Recomposition
"Hey." A figure in a black trenchcoat, wearing green circular glasses a
bit too big for their head, tapped Olive's shoulder as she lay on the road
foaming at the mouth. "Hey Olive. Wake up."
Seeing that Olive was dead, the figure started walking down the road
backwards, facing Olive. When Olive's body flew up and started walking
backwards towards Alan's the figure crouched and continued sneaking, staying
out of Olive's field of view. This figure watched Olive make her way backwards
to the gas station and eventually made it behind Durmer Burger as Olive
shuffled backwards towards the ground outside the broken door and lay down in
front of it. Olive flew into the door and the glass beads on the ground
arranged themselves into a full sized window pane. The figure waited a minute
or two on a mechanical wristwatch before heading towards the front of the
building.
All was quiet in the neighborhood. No birds chirped, no squirrels
rustled trees, and there were no cars on the street. The figure in the black
trenchcoat retrieved a black purse from their belt, took out a tension rod and
paper clip, and started to pick the lock. Within a couple seconds they got
through and held the door open. Soon Olive came running out of the portal.
"Hey."
Olive clutched her arm and turned around. "Hello?" Her face was twisted
in pain.
"Hi, I'm here to invite you to Saikokon." The figure smiled with a few
more teeth than fit a human. "It's free!"
"Saikokon?"
"Yes, yes. It's quite a surprise, isn't it?"
Olive looked around her. "What?"
The figure frowned and put their purse back on their belt. "Alright,
well, I'll take that as a yes, which isn't quite consent but otherwise in a
couple minutes you won't be able to either way. I'm gonna need you to hop on
this scooter." They took a small, collapsible Razor scooter out of their
trenchcoat from a strap across their front and unfolded it. "It's a bit shabby
but I don't like cars' emissions."
Olive stared at the scooter. "I'm sorry this is a lot to process. I
need medical attention."
"Yes, I know, and either you can pour some isopropyl alcohol on your
arm and die on that street drooling or you can get on this scooter and go to a
clinic. So which is it?"
Olive stepped onto the scooter. Her foot was barely small enough to fit
on its platform, leaving no room for the other. She adjusted her weight to
balance.
"Great. Now, I'm going to have to ask you not to puke. This is going to
be extremely disorienting for you. Would you like a blindfold?"
"What?"
"A blindfold. It obscures your vision."
"Why would I want a blindfold?"
"In case of inadverdent motion sickness or blindness."
"I could go blind?"
"You could always go blind."
"Will this increase the risks of my losing my sight?"
"Olive my dear," the figure grabbed onto the middle of the scooter's
steering apparatus firmly and steadied themself, "you have never seen." The
figure started slowly walking, dragging Olive along, both through space and
time.
I'm writing this at 0400. I can't sleep.
I didn't sleep much the
night before this, or the
night before that, but I
just can't.
I can't sleep.
I'm not tired, except I'm
a little tired - I just
yawned. But I'm not
tired. I can't sleep.
I'm so tired. I don't
want to sleep but I need
sleep. But I can't sleep.
I can't sleep
! and I'm awake and I've
been awake since noon? I can't
remember and yesterday I
still only slept maybe a
couple hours for which I
am thankful but I need sleep.
And I can't sleep.
And heavy is the head
that wears the crown;
heavy also is the head of
the insomniac, the bitter
dead-wake hound that
howls in its gutty pain
and makes mortals fear
its cosmically lucid mind
that can strike upon them
an understanding so great
they too will never sleep
again. Never rest their
head on a pillow, never
lay in sheets, never
breathe a great calming
breath. They too can't sleep
like I can't sleep.
Why can't
I sleep
? Why must I
never sleep
but stay on guard and on
edge and listening to the
rustle of the vents and
automotive traffic on the
street behind me, past my
window? Maybe I can sleep
but it's the world that
stops me. Maybe I
halt the world. I
don't care. I
just want to sleep
! I
need to sleep
! Let me sleep
!
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2021-07-07
Antero
A person woke up wrapped in satin sheets, head atop a comfortably
stuffed pillow. They remembered the two most important things: Take the pill.
Check the book.
The book. Where was the book. Their room came into view. A wallpaper of
lilacs on a cream background. Large windows, nearly floor to ceiling. The book
was to their left.
June 1, 21XX. Ah, the first of a new month. Funny how that happens.
They quickly flipped to the front. EDWARDS Eugene \ Class: Well-to-do. Ah.
Well-to-do. Well in-deed.
The last thing Eugene Edwards remembered was sitting in a pub in, oh,
what year is it now? 21XX. So 40 years prior; sitting in a pub, having a pint
of whatever happened to be on tap at that point. No televisions. No televisions
at the bar. There were people on phones though. Eugene watched them, thinking.
Kids on their phone. Is it a phone? Are they still phones nowadays? Fuck it.
Phones. Just about the same anyway.
The kids were on their phones scrolling through memetic imagery like a
hundred years prior back when lead and fluoride and Donald Trump and quantum
computers and oh god think of the children were on people's minds and when
those were the only just about the only things on people's minds no
cognitoviruses no hazards just green grass et cetera. A hundred years prior.
Eugene wasn't there, nor were Eugene's parents, nor grandparents. Eugene's
great grandparents were alive though. Given the plastic content in the
grandparents' bones, Eugene figured the times were not great. But maybe they
were okay. They could have been okay.
The concrete age.
Eugene was watching them on their phones. Whatever the fuck those
hipsters used. And Eugene watched the kid on the left, or the right - the one
farthest from the exit - Eugene watched them drop their phone, suddenly, and
tense up. Like getting electrically shocked. All their muscles tightened, their
face got red, their veins got big, like Rob Muscanis doing a dead-lift. Then
the kid passed out. Passed the fuck out. Then the same thing happened to
another kid and slowly as the kids checked what was on each others' phones it
rippled out.
Cognitohazard. That was what it was called. A memetic cognitohazard.
Sweeping the god damn planet. The Indians and the Koreans both denied it was
them immediately though they were under the closest scrutiny; India in
particular had been known for trying to manufacture cognitohazards for military
use. And all this investigation (in the wrong places) while it took kid after
kid. And killed them! A fucking memetic image.
That night was when Eugene learned about Antero.
Antero is an experimental (now not so much) drug aimed at preventing
the formation of new memories for 24 hours after ingestion. It's usually taken
in the morning; available to every class and every body free of charge from the
government not out of nefarious purpose (though that is questioned daily by a
number of folks more than suspicious of the UPK's leadership) but out of a
great need. Without Antero, fuck. Antero turns the permanent death of a
cognitovirus into a temporary absence from the brain of the user. Antero is the
penicillin of the twenty second century. Thank your local god for Antero, then
thank the drug company that came up with it, Gokko (pronounced "gohk koh")
Pharmaceutical. Then, of course, thank the Japanese.
Eugene took their first Antero the following morning, and by the looks
of Eugene's book of short term memories gone long term gone gone, Eugene had
taken Antero every morning since then, for the past forty years. Well,
thirty-six years technically, thirty six years, three months, and a day. Eugene
figured most people would be afraid to wake up forty years older (especially
given that Eugene was just about reaching UPK life expectancy of sixty-four).
However, Eugene did not have emotions; Eugene was technically a psychopath.
Though this word is antiquated now and will be far more antiquated by the time
this story occurs; psychopathy is not a real diagnosable medical condition,
rather a collection of common attributes, and the term is hampered by a very
strong connotation that psychopaths are violent and compulsively homicidal.
Eugene was neither.
Eugene's book was written in a somewhat different way from their usual
writing. At least that's what they figured at first look. On first glance, the
entries were scrawled quickly and looked dirtier than their usual work (or
their usual work of forty years' prior). Done so to save time, probably. And
the entries were bulleted and abbreviated. "I went out for dinner with Laura.
She seemed happy and has just gotten engaged to the kind-hearted and hearty
mutual friend of ours Brian." becomes simply "dined with laura. now eng. w/
brian"; "laura" and "brian" both hyperlinks to the relevant written profiles
within Eugene's book (mentioned entry dated January 8 and both profiles updated
automatically with this information at the same time).
So, what to do today. 21XX-07-01. Go to work at Rogo Corporation. Job
is to supervise the automatic production of electric machetes and rapidly debug
errors. At nine hundred hours, attend meeting determining scope and cause of
formula errors in accounting department, and consequences. Okay. Eugene got out
of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, and did other usual
activities similar to one does in the bathroom. Then they put on a
tight-fitting black collared t-shirt, light and thin dark blue jacket, and
black jeans, and walked downstairs to hail a cab to the tallest skyscraper in
their city.
"Memes", viral thoughts, have existed for millennia. As the time taken
for a thought to circumnavigate the world decreased, the sheer amount of memes
increased. The printing press, telegraph, telephone, television, all
accelerated the travel of memes. However, the mass popularization of the use of
the Internet mainly through the world wide web in the early twenty-first
century predictably spawned an unprecedented environment in which memes could
form, pass through the minds of millions of people, and die, in the span of
hours. This was the perfect petri dish in which cognitoviruses could evolve.
Cognitoviruses, or memetic cognitohazards, are self-propagating mind
worms that often interfere with the capability of the subject's brain to
accomplish tasks necessary in order to think. The first cognitoviruses were
temporarily distracting and rather harmless; for example, a game where,
whenever one thinks of it, they lose, which is in turn unwinnable unless the
subject never knew of the game in the first place, but of which the subject is
compelled to tell others, is a very classic example (and one that was popular
on the Internet through the mid 2010s). As research into the phenomenon of
cognitohazardous materials and the memetic transmission of cognitohazards
evolved, cognitoviruses were developed and published that began to circulate
through popular communicative Internet services, and soon became a "meme"
themselves.
It was in the late twenty-first century that a cognitovirus was
developed that was, more or less, lethal, and theorized to be the work of a
state military though the true origin is uncertain. And Antero sat as a
published paper and niche-market drug, usually applied in the treatments of
mental illnesses such as post-traumatic stress disorder or depression. In the
week following the release of the first lethal cognitovirus the usage of
communicative Internet services plummeted, meanwhile Gokko Pharma's valuation
increased fifty-fold. And so the world kept spinning.
Antero. Eugene needed to take the pill. They were halfway down the
stairs from their rented living space before they remembered and had to walk
back up. On the other side of the bed from where their book was. A blue bottle
with white cap; inside, a dozen or so green pills. Eugene dry-swallowed one and
went back down the stairs to the street to find a driver.
This is not nearly my best writing. I thought 七月 was June, the
description of Eugene is so bland yet so pseudo-edgy. I like that Eugene uses
gender-neutral pronouns but that was because of my misunderstanding of gender
in which I thought such a thing was ridiculous and everybody should be neutral.
I like the idea of memes as weapons and still think about it - I used to do
stuff like that (and that's all I can say about that). But I think this style
of narration sucks and the world described was excessively bland - intended to
be British but without much subtle charm that colors the otherwise gray world
of England in media. It's nice that my writing's improved so much in 18 months
- or maybe I'm just not divorced far enough by time from what I write in this