diff --git a/homepage/blah/index.html b/homepage/blah/index.html index d124f78..e43a3d9 100644 --- a/homepage/blah/index.html +++ b/homepage/blah/index.html @@ -16,6 +16,291 @@ ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- +2023-01-09 + + 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. + + +2023-01-08 + + 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: <BR /> + 「ACAB」. + - 2020-11-16 1746: 2 frames. Words on top of a flashing yellow and + white background: i <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. + +/home/trinity/Pictures/the_end_of_the_world.webm (2021-03-04 2104; 3991 KB; +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. + + +2023-01-07 + +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. + + 2023-01-06 2022-05-04