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@ -5,14 +5,12 @@ cd blah
sed '1,/^exit 0$/d'<../"$0" | python -c "import sys sed '1,/^exit 0$/d'<../"$0" | python -c "import sys
for day in sys.stdin.read().split('\n\n\n'): for day in sys.stdin.read().split('\n\n\n'):
with open(day.split('\n')[0],'w') as f: f.write(day)" with open(day.split('\n')[0],'w') as f: f.write(day)"
sed -i 1d *efix; sed -i 1d *ffix sed -i 1d *efix; sed -i 1d *ffix; for f in ????-??-??; do #nt worry :)
for f in ????-??-??; do #nt worry :)
sed '1i<!DOCTYPE html>'<$f|sed -e '1r 0000prefix' -e '$r 0000suffix'>$f.html sed '1i<!DOCTYPE html>'<$f|sed -e '1r 0000prefix' -e '$r 0000suffix'>$f.html
rm $f; f=$f.html; test -n "$last" && sed -i \ rm $f; f=$f.html; test -n "$last" && sed -i \
"s,__NAVIGATION__,$nav<A HREF=\"$f\">\&gt;</A><BR />," "$last" \ "s,__NAVIGATION__,$nav<A HREF=\"$f\">\&gt;</A><BR />," "$last" \
&& nav="<A HREF=\"$last\">\&lt;</A>"; nav="$nav<A HREF=\"index.html\">^</A>" && nav="<A HREF=\"$last\">\&lt;</A>"; nav="$nav<A HREF=\"index.html\">^</A>"
last="$f"; done last="$f"; done; sed -i "s,__NAVIGATION__,$nav<BR />," "$last"; rm 0*
sed -i "s,__NAVIGATION__,$nav<BR />," "$last"; rm 0*
ls *.html|sed 's/\..*//g'|tee feed.xml|sed 's_.*_<A HREF="/blah/&.html">&</A>_'\ ls *.html|sed 's/\..*//g'|tee feed.xml|sed 's_.*_<A HREF="/blah/&.html">&</A>_'\
|sort -r|>index.html sed -e "1i\ |sort -r|>index.html sed -e "1i\
<!DOCTYPE html><HTML><HEAD><TITLE>blah</TITLE></HEAD>\ <!DOCTYPE html><HTML><HEAD><TITLE>blah</TITLE></HEAD>\
@ -49,6 +47,57 @@ __NAVIGATION__
</PRE></BODY></HTML> </PRE></BODY></HTML>
2023-02-21
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.
2023-02-20
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.
2023-02-19 2023-02-19
deep in the shadow the cage in my chest deep in the shadow the cage in my chest