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dfthgdfglkdsfjgdf the inventor of the tech singularity died ON THE PRECISE DAY THE DISCORDOGS.COM DOMAIN EXPIRED then i'm on about how all this is prompted, actually, by that coming around again, and since i have to consider renewing it again [or not] it gets me on some similar tips and wowwwww. that's intense. for real |
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"what if it could be a meat singularity instead" [five minutes pass] "oh, yesterday i decided that 3/20, the domain renewal date, was fucking crucial to all of this weirdness and just now i am reading that the inventor of the tech singularity died on 3/20" it's one thing to have an exciting twinge of "i'm on it" but it's kind of disorienting to nail it this hard. like, i'm not questioning my sanity -- just, deep in my soul, i didn't actually think i was this good. now perhaps i am and i'm getting vertigo a bit |
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then by writing that, i've gotten myself stewing on it. it bothers me that this visual is like... sort of 200x200 pixels on your standard monitor and the rest of the screen is just kind of like youtube's "ambient mode" and just splashes the colors. why is it this little thing? then i take another stab at pulling something out of it, leveraging this thought polymer angle. and, as said, it's like trying to flawlessly nail a whole chain of parkour moves. but then i'm getting somewhere and i can see this is a strong percept from a previous visual [though an entirely different part of the song] bleeding through, and i've consciously processed it over and the result beyond that is simply the mind creating. then it collapsed on me, and what was i thinking again, and it actually took me a bit to put it together enough to type up. and this stab at it is probably a bit more coherent. that, yes, alright: i got up there, i managed to snag something before i lost it, and let's see what we can do with that. that i've already worked out unstacking something like that has strong ties to where i physically was at the time, approaching an index of sorts. now i realize: i now have an index that is different and weirder: where something was in my field of view and my physical location is overall a stronger signal [all this is best treated as somewhat analog] but where this or that was in my field of view is going to be directly tied to how i visualize any music sooner rather than later i'll try to climb up there again and i'll know this and perhaps i can snag something else. |
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i'm immensely pleased with myself for coining the term "meat singularity" -- this is too ridiculous for anyone else to have yet, i'll bet on it -- it needs a definition as concise to justify being more than a computationally solid hoot. so: when i sat "maybe it can be a meat singularity instead of a tech singularity," i am asking: "what if the technology could flow into us, rather than us into the technology?" and we're talking drill-sargent discipline, but -- then actually be competitive enough with AGI to not get wiped out, or confined to pathetic corners like today's monkeys, habitat destroyed and picking garbage but i'm more thinking about how this feels sort of like unpacking a new synth in the mail |
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what if the technology could flow into us, rather than us into the technology -- i mean, if you're going to establish any sort of transfer, there needs to be some equivalency like that. which could backwash at least |
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and when i was in the car accident, that was the clearest, thickest time dilation i can possibly think of. it's as if all of reality slowed down and i feel like i have the time to contemplate my foot not being fast enough to get to the brake in time, and about halfway over, no, we're not going to get there in time, what is our next move? ...which relates to me also asking: so your music has used hidden space in gating and transients to pull a properly focused listener down into time dilation. what now, buddy? what are you going to do to keep it boring? because now it needs to be interesting on this timescale as well. and probably my most IDM comment in this whole thread memory is a creative process and i am beginning to tease them apart in ways i never expected to swing, but it's still a creative process and i am very much arguing myself with the strobing i get when i think back to the point midway between the gas and the brake. like, flash, flash, flash. i've mined this moment for quite a bit and i risk projecting conclusions back onto it [akin to a scale model of AI backwash described above]. but it would make entire sense if this was repeated furious snapshots of a continuous thing, so i have this merged sense of slow-motion with some strobing. it would fit. but maybe i'm remembering it like that because i think it fits. in any case, it would fit, and on we go that we could actually now cleave this from what i described about tearing apart that visualization last night. that was a calm, focused, single entanglement of particular thoughts, and not a life-or-death redline strobing like the car accident. this also is good to note because it gives me another line of, like "ok, this is where it maxes out" |
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and we're talking drill-sargent discipline, but -- then actually be competitive enough with AGI to not get wiped out, or confined to pathetic corners like today's monkeys, habitat destroyed and picking garbage but i'm more thinking about how this feels sort of like unpacking a new synth in the mail and i mean that in all the bad ways along with the good. perhaps it's crap and you decide to send it back. perhaps it's amazing but they've sent you the power brick for the wrong country and it's useless for weeks. perhaps it is amazing, but only after two years, because you've hastily ordered it on hasty assumptions [my specialty]. perhaps it's amazing and precisely what you thought, but then also much harder than you thought, and it still takes you two years. perhaps you learn a lot from it over two years and then sell it off because you're thinking larger now but it's a thrill the whole way, even when it's frustrating |
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i've mined this moment for quite a bit and i risk projecting conclusions back onto it [akin to a scale model of AI backwash described above] that, more clearly -- i'm always projecting back on any memory i decide to call up [by my current definition] -- and i'm more talking about confusing myself in a tactical and philosophical sense. |
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hmm. what if you could hold onto a single controlled entanglement for the rest of your life? by my current definitions, you wouldn't catch up with the leading edge of the universe, but you wouldn't fall further and further behind like everyone else. which gets to my point: i don't wager it is a whole lifelong entanglement. that your soul, or whatever, more boils down to the unique timing of everything from being you with all your unique experiences [and you can't switch a brain off and then back on because all the dancing stops and the data suspended in the timing is lost]. but that there's some sort of quantum coherency throughout your life seems improbable. that last night, i managed to entangle some thoughts and get up there somewhere, and then i crashed back to the ground state; the mammal brain. and this makes a lot more sense, that it's a thing that has to be built up like a house of cards, on top of a stable mammal brain as a base |
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a lot of questions are finally, satisfyingly answered in analog once we stop beating ourselves over treating it in a boolean way. do schizophrenics follow the phase of the moon? the answer is: a little, sort of. it will stack up on a histogram but you could do large studies and figure it's crap. and it's more like "the answer is 0.64" and that's just an average across everyone you're asking about, not any individual. that they will follow it closer at some times than others, or perhaps do their own thing entirely. it's just a signal you can only see across large numbers of people, and dissolves when you try to pin it down to individuals and causes, because it's something pumping through all of humanity and you're asking, just "is it the moon or not" and not thinking about any of my bullshit. one thing that is best answered in the fuzzy logic ["0.64"] way is hunter s. thompson claiming he'd always found "you can get higher without drugs" to be horseshit. and i think, in an absolute sense, he is correct, but in a practical sense, you'll do a more thorough job of it if you're doing it with a clear head. years before weasels, i declared a strategy i called "data-driven hedonism" and it went like: if i have too much fun i'll wrap my tree around a car. if i don't have any i'll be a boring shit and hate myself for it. so i want to have the optimal amount of fun. like a dog always pressing how close he can get to the dinner table before being told to go back to his dog zone i stopped psychedelics, more or less, after a voice said "you've had your parking validated!" and, this was hilarious to me. but i knew what it meant. i've reached a diminishing point of returns, here. i've had my ticket punched. and i went a few more times after that but it was really just to kill a saturday. six months ago i would have loved some acid but now i'm not sure |
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hm. maybe, when you fall asleep, that entangled states actually can last quite a bit than you could ever manage while awake without being a master-level meditator. perhaps even as long as a REM cycle |
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there have been studies where skilled lucid dreamers can literally communicate things to the waking world while asleep through [clever but TLDR apparatus]. and it's master-grade difficult and it takes them, within their dream, freaking hours or something to get it out. it fits |
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if you're in some drawn-out deep-sleep REM cycle towards morning [after a few rounds of getting a bit into that and resetting in order to calm things down] and you then achieve some super drawn-out entangled state, you can then search wide and deeply through a sea of incomplete thots. you can find events that would usually be unlikely but tomorrow, perhaps, the stars are scowling here, and watch out. and because this is searching deep through a sea of incomplete ideas, it comes to you in the form of confusing puzzles made of perceptual fragments -- you're uncle's clock on a war-torn street in vietnam; salad you have to consciously untangle. but that's also churning around in your head as you wake up and your brain is gluing together the fragments that made it a search result [at all] in that deeply entangled state. and you wake up and puzzle on it and it influences your conscious spiral that day [which influence your dreams the next night] but also because you're searching a deep sea of incomplete ideas, you start to get into carl jung and lewis carroll, backwards logic, genetic lockstep consciousness, the collective unconscious, signs and symbols it fits. |
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if you want to talk back into hippie territory, i could see the repetitive nature of music building up a more coherent matrix within individuals [already a distinct conclusion from somewhere above] and since everyone is doing this together, and it gets to a deep and unusual state, and we've gotten in a deep and unusual state together, then... while there is not literal quantum entanglement between individuals, it becomes informationally equivalent, and this is my current best functional explanation for contact high at a rave. |
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that with elmer, it's almost... this is not an instance. this is more like a minion. then i'm into the polymer about octopi. there are long rambles. how after an octopus has repeatedly tried to escape, including doing things like, learning to open the door, hiding in a bucket, repeatedly going back to the same hallway once it has found it once, and then eventually sliming 100ft down a ventillation shaft and then actually fucking escapes back into the ocean and how can you not argue this is deliberate and conscious and sentient and please do not keep an octopus in jail like this. they hate it. but i think they are generally hateful creatures in any case, the octopus consciousness is multithreaded. i could translate into any number of tips like how you can't talk very well underwater so you speak with your skin and etc but what i'm really for is the eric andre skit I AM THE OCTOPUS, my hive mind, and he has minions, his tentacles. that being an octopus is being like, the big boss, and the tentacles are your minions. they can literally operate and think for themselves, but they need your specific directions to really accomplish anything significant and alright, with elmer, minions... i laugh. i am not an octopus but wait. have i not done this already with weasels? alright. minions are much more clever than weasels. but they do need instructions |
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until around 2018, my only knowledge of ween came from a metafilter post i read in high school in the computer lab [the other one with iMacs instead of PCs] about their rejected pizza hut commercial. where'd the cheese go? i dunno. and i played that on an original fruity iMac in that lab [i can get back the exact station i was at but not the color of the iMac] and then the even more rejected version with, where fuckin cheese at, bitch? and that is, i dunno, 2002, and by 2018 i have easily thought of this at least two dozen times and gone into fits of giggles all over again. but this is literally all i know about ween and then at work someone i became friends with is really into ween [and lemon demon]. and i reliably parrot out my one ween thing i have on file and he's also into chatting about acid and ween's "acid album" is the mollusk, they say. the plastic minion hive mind but then a few months back, i cop a ween joke, and he says: "oh, i didn't know you were a ween fan!" and i knew if i began to prompt him, that if i started quoting fragments of conversations we'd had about ween, he'd say: oh yeah! and then he'd remember that he is really who effectively introduced me to ween in the first place; that pizza hut commercial came back to me repeatedly for almost 20 years but that's all i had thanks i let it go. he had his second child recently. i went with him to the aquarium with him with his first and the octopus did not disappoint; it hit nicely in the middle of that ramble arc |
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that i think i'm going to officially reserve the right to white lie the details out of my explains for brevity. i did have slightly more on file for ween; i heard more about ween from meathead.d8i but never followed up on it and tldr etc and having cited this example i will just gloss over this sort of thing again because tldr |
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has anyone examined if there is a possible relationship between the p52 wave and penrose's quantum tubules? asking for a friend |
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next to p52 is p53 and i always have to take a moment to make sure i haven't transposed a thing about sensory gating with the gene responsible for self-destructing a defective cell. if the p53 gene gets knocked out the cell cannot self-destruct and that is cancer. also known as rupert murdoch; i do not look forward to death but it does have a valid function |
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or it's probably even just the p50 wave. neurology is such a shit with the... brodmann areas, this feels like garbage in my brain, #34, fuck off |
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i asked sampler brain "which brodmann area can fuck off" and i got 34. sounds good. that i actually can fucking remember these, somewhat, if i try, believe it or not. but instead i thought: well maybe i'm having a laugh here, and what's 34 again? The entorhinal cortex (EC) is an area of the brain's allocortex, located in the medial temporal lobe, whose functions include being a widespread network hub for memory, navigation, and the perception of time.[1] The EC is the main interface between the hippocampus and neocortex. The EC-hippocampus system plays an important role in declarative (autobiographical/episodic/semantic) memories and in particular spatial memories including memory formation, memory consolidation, and memory optimization in sleep. The EC is also responsible for the pre-processing (familiarity) of the input signals in the reflex nictitating membrane response of classical trace conditioning; the association of impulses from the eye and the ear occurs in the entorhinal cortex. lol |
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i mean, you go on wikipedia, and look at brodmann areas. and the picture is like someone crafted the brain out of discarded plastic shopping bags and that's what being able to actually remember the brodmann areas feels like welcome to my life. and here's where sampler brain lives on the MRI now fuck off neurology i'm not going to work for philips corporation |
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that i really was being like... GODDAMNDFGJkdfhdf brodmann areas. this is aspergers run amok. you've categorized past the point of sanity. i can do this but it's like spending four hours in the waiting room before abdominal surgery. and fuck off brodmann area number, oh... 34! ...then, shit, yep, that was a clever probability distribution there, i accidentally just asked sampler brain which brodmann area it was. and now i am running away screaming from this model of the brain made of plastic shopping bags. and this seems absolutely correct and this really was just an accident and i really do want brodmann to fuck off now |
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this part feels like a new connect The superficial layers – layers II and III – of EC project to the dentate gyrus and hippocampus: Layer II projects primarily to dentate gyrus and hippocampal region CA3; layer III projects primarily to hippocampal region CA1 and the subiculum. These layers receive input from other cortical areas, especially associational, perirhinal, and parahippocampal cortices, as well as prefrontal cortex. EC as a whole, therefore, receives highly processed input from every sensory modality, as well as input relating to ongoing cognitive processes, though it should be stressed that, within EC, this information remains at least partially segregated. highly processed input from every sensory modality. visualizing clark tracks and finding the perfect sample. and what i'm being offered here is to fall into the wikipedia links like an 800mcg image caption and wikipedia will have connections from this part of the brain to the preprocessing segments. before it becomes every sensory modality. sigh. i suppose i have to. at least neurology is not as hard as physics |
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i was too tired after that last night. still haven't gotten to it but today i'm thinking: ohhhh, rite. there's "rule #34" which is, "if it exists, there is porn of it on the internet" when i got "brodmann area #34" i didn't try and remember which it was; i simply looked it up on wikipedia after that [faster] and said: this seems absolutely correct for being the seat of sampler brain, and, really ALL OF THIS FUCKING SHIT and i've skimmed over 2/3 of the brodmann areas already and scrubbed through the list of them god knows how many times last night, i thought: "34 is just a good number, and 3 then 4, could be just luck" and then today i remember "rule 34" and, "oh, did i just grab that and get lucky?" as is happening more and more these days ~ the answer is yes, no, both, all of it, none of it. it is the correct area. i did not get lucky. it is actually, likely, the inverse, that it became rule #34 because that's the correct brodmann area for the concept, in some ways is there brodmann area porn on the internet? how about brodmann area #34 porn -- HARDCORE ENTORHINAL CORTEX PORNOGRAPHY? i'm actually wagering no. because that could break our minds, the internet, and the universe all at once overall conclusion is that yes, that was sampler brain nailing it. by accident. because i'm writing a sarcastic flip post about how brodmann areas are an aspie-created nitemare special |
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i am at the store and i recognize the clerk's hat. it's a trucker cap on amazon.com, i know because i looked at it myself. it's one of those "pick your style" ones and they have different graphics and he's not picked the first one, he's gone a few in and picked, actually, one of the most solid ones, that i almost got myself. but i can't remember what brand, because it's one of those AI-generated chinese brands, so i can't say "oh i know that brand!" to him, can i? and he compliments how nicely a box of goon fits into my backpack [alright, yes, still having a bit, but it lasts now] and i'm kind of... i don't know, like, names for styles of reply and facial gestures... a rapid little nod that's kind of like tik-a tik-a tik-a, tilt your head to the side a bit, squint a little, make a gentle O with your mouf, and be like: yeahhh, yeahh, you've hit the nail on the head man. then i say, "oh, exactly, i have a few backpacks, and that's why i grabbed this one, i know it's a perfect fit" and this is a perfectly solid human interaction, not too long, i'm not rambling, he's totally on the same page. but on my way home: i should have just said "nice hat" dammit. most people, instead of thinking, "oh that's the third of three hats on that amazon page and what was the brand?" would think "ohhh that looks familiar maybe? but it's cool i like it" and then say "nice hat" because they're not sifting through all that crap. he will be there again with that hat again sometime, though, and i can then just say "nice hat" and in fact my brain will generalize this, and in any similar scenario, i will now cut all that short and know to just say "nice hat" -- because, at the end of the day, it is a fucking swank choice social anxiety is like: did not start off afraid of people. but after years of getting jammed up i'm already tensing up like i'm about to car accident when i see anyone and gradually i've unclenched back to normal over the years |
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or i'll lose track of it and go through that all again before i finally remember to just "nice hat" -- but this stuff does stick eventually |
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when i am at my wars and halving trouble things kingstrate and this that this but that this that, oh yeah that that that and i'm teleporting all over without even completing full trains of thought if someone starts asking me serious questions about something like, my future financial planning, or what sort of job am i looking for, it is actually awful for me. because i start to think about it then i keep interrupting myself and tripping over my own feet and i can start to think about it perfectly well but it has too much sprawl for me to answer if someone then starts getting on my case about, like, [when are you going to take care of XYZ] and this depends on [that barrier which [depends on my schedule [which depends on that person calling me back [and if they're mad and keep pressing me over and over because i am not answering it keeps doing it to me over and over and at that point it genuinely starts to feel like someone is holding me down and suffocate me and i will start yelling STOP STOP STOP it usually never winds up there these days because i've become quite adept at managing myself, which includes having answers when i know people will want answers, and hiding myself away when i know i will not be capable of good answers. but it's worth describing as a point of reference for, like... what a difficult shit my brain can be |
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lewis told me a story of when a friend's mom asked: "how are you?" and lewis was on acid. and he doesn't answer, because he gets lost: "...well, shit, actually. how am i actually doing today? like, for real. and how am i anyways, like, how do i exist" and on and on and his friend's mom is not getting an answer and leaves the room. later she's on them all: YOU'RE SMOKING WEED AREN'T YOU and he could honestly say no. lol ...but i'm naturally somewhat like this all day long, thanks, which i think is why i liked psychedelics so much. |
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and i'm not autistic because i have zero problems with facial expressions and knowing when i'm being too loud. |
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i remember some girl, um... yes, second grade, which would make me 7, and she's all? "can i show you something?" as i'm on some visit where parents set up playdates; i don't know how it happened because i genuinely was not included in the process and she gets out this photo of jesus from under her bed and starts how she believes we see jesus when we die and this was actually the closest anyone really ever got me to being a christian because i rather liked her and i did not want to disappoint. from there i have some more memories of... before or after that... we're in the basement playing with toys like more normal children of that age and she randomly wanders into how she has an inner ear thing and i think that's the first time in my life i heard "eustacian tube" -- at 7. and jesus but then by 17 i'm really just sarcastic about this and i start my own religion [for tax purposes] and go around declaring my classmates bishops and popes and we even had a jesus, but it was really like starting a club, that's all, i didn't take it single shit serious then, oh, now i see that if people get together and entangle on their mutual problems every sunday church and then meditate [pray] on it that perhaps prayer is a functional thing and i actually now much very approve of going to church, as a human social thing. but recently, i'm back to -- you're having a problem?! even a little?!!! and these jesus freaks sweep in like... i'm sorry, they are fucking vultures |
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that we were kind of snuggled up under her bed as she's showing me jesus and i'm appreciating this even though i really have no idea the thing i use to pee is anywhere involved in the process. and here's jesus. this is how cults use sex |
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"my god" as i'm just thinking about this now. that i've covered recently how i'm quite aware of how i'm still socially difficult, and this was before i understood this, and that playdate was, in retrospect, a smashing success, and the only reason it didn't keep going was because her whole family suddenly moved back to alabama. that sort of family, it could only have been "that's what dad's job needs" and off we go. but it was that close. if they hadn't moved. i might have two kids now and believe in jesus |
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and yes, perhaps i'd be happy in an oblivious idiot way, but i look at this alternate version of myself with my current actual self and i want to beat it with a baseball bat and throw it into the gutter. |
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in fact it did continue. she was back over to my house after that, and, actually, it sticks with me now -- she was frustrated because she wanted to climb a tree and massachusetts does not really have good climbin' trees and she's further up one than i ever got and like "do you have any better 'uns" and my parents are like no and my dad gets technical about types of trees in the parts of the US but even i could tell that was not cuttin' it and it still wouldn't have ended there if they hadn't moved because [presumably dad job] |
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oh fuck it. no one gives a shit |
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about things like branch prediction and tiered caching and, actually, i guess i am modifying my brain's hardware branch prediction ~ the computer's CPU takes educated statistical guesses based on clever algorithms, what you are going to ask it to do next, and begins doing it before it is actually asked to do it and then if has guessed right, it already has computed the complete answer by the time you ask, and from your perspective, the computation time is effectively zero tiered caching ~ the same sort of guessing is applied to the computer loading data into memory -- and we have a pyramid of [small amount of fast/expensive memory at the top, larger and slower memory as we get towards the bottom]. the computer makes layered guesses as to what data you'll need when and it gradually bleeds up from the lower layers to the top. and then if it has guessed right, it has already loaded the data you ask, before you ask for it, and, from your perspective, the wait time is effectively zero that when you open up an application, the computer will jam up for a moment, as the app loads. because none of this does very well when loading an entirely new situation but once the application is warmed up, the "guessing" i describe in both cases actually approaches 99% and so this has been THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ASIDE FROM THE TRANSISTOR TO COMPUTERS ...and now it's getting fucked to shit. malicious applications have figured out they can use this guessing to peek into the guts of other applications, sort of like hearing your neighbors through an apartment wall [sideband channel attacks] and so the answer is shit like "ASLR" which means "scramble the memory and break the glorious efficiency that made everything work so well" and it's like watching computer science catch neal stephenson's metavirus and gradually disappear up its own arse |
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so it's like -- not only was myspace cool in 2009 and nothing will ever be like that again, but computers are gradually getting fucked to shit from the inside out. and with my sense of detail i think i'd make a good lawyer. and i wish i were in a position to jump tracks like that |
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did you download kali linux between march 26 and march 29? then congratulations! one of the developers of the XZ compression library snuck in a backdoor to compromise your ssh server and it didn't used to be that you have to go back and check, "oh, was that build of linux compromised? what date did i download that?" to be sure your ass isn't flapping in the breeze fucking. horseshit. |
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and then you're not usually running sshd on kali, right? so this is probably a very careful move to compromise the people who develop debian so now in addition to "was this linux .ISO downloaded while the supply chain attack was still kicking" it's "well what were they targeting anyways and what calendar dates should i not download linux in the near future" and dfghjkfgh |
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this is literally in the discordogs server right now. xz version 5.6.1 go ahead and root it so i can just say "well i tried" and give up on that too |
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that i deleted lots of shit because it was already expensive then akamai buys it out and jacks up rates while doing absolutely nothing to improve things. and their image of arch is still just flapping in the breeze. and i managed to force it ahead to the fixed version of xz, but fucking christ. what do i pay you monkeys for then upgrading on my desktop it decided to erase my background image again. and fuck you. then there's probably another grenade buried on this because this xz thing probably let them get into the computer of someone working on something else in linux and we'll find out about it next month and then they'll be in someone else's computer and gone from "sometimes there is a bad security hole and you need to upgrade right now" to "should you even upgrade right now due to the likelihood someone has snuck something malicious in again" it's obnoxious. |
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Several people, including two Ars readers, reported that the multiple apps included in the HomeBrew package manager for macOS rely on the backdoored 5.6.1 version of xz Utils. HomeBrew has now rolled back the utility to version 5.4.6. Maintainers have more details available here. i think even normal, not super-computery people use homebrew, right? because it's part of the commands to install LLM on their mac etc and they will never have any idea that this is something they need to patch and update because the install tutorial on reddit did not tell them about how to upgrade homebrew stuff or that they even needed to enjoy that. |
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“We even worked with him to fix the valgrind issue (which it turns out now was caused by the backdoor he had added),” the Ubuntu maintainer said. "He has been part of the xz project for two years, adding all sorts of binary test files, and with this level of sophistication, we would be suspicious of even older versions of xz until proven otherwise." so homebrew simply saying "we're hitting rewind to before this happened" may still be screwed, we're merely not sure version 5.4.6 is also screwed yet and sorry, you need to just 5.6.1-2 you idiots. i'm sure it will break all your homebrew devices. welcome to the party pal |
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maybe it's back to i quit the internet again. we're merely not sure, yet. |
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oh akamai's image is fine actually. i take that part back |
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why dont you just use debian stable or ubuntu like a normal person |
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man this thing is crazy though. and i feel so bad for the poor guy forced to keep maintaining this for free. |
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do you mean me or phobs? you can go back a page or three for me literally attempting to recondition myself in a hasty way and the derezzer ripping it off. and, i think, some memory. that this did begin as a personal writing project, and, i am the center of the spiral, but i've also had my mind blown repeatedly how... why, yes, it's 128666, the thread number. and i write it's an art/magick project based around my love of UNIX and CSS border styles... and, obviously, this was partially subconscious. that i'd seen, subconsciously, the thread number, prompting me to write that. but then a part of me sees the thread numbers going up day by day and something in the back of my mind condenses around this thread number swinging around as the timing of the discordogs renewal goes genuine X-class synchronicity with the passing of the tech singularity guy. and it's a giggle, but -- move over tech singularity; time for the meat singularity -- it is serious. this is my happy place and i've gone to town with my love for words and strange magpie crate-diving ten years ago humor, but that's because i'm building a place to live in and i want it to be a riot. you can be dead serious and hilarious without violating the laws of physics. and maybe this is too long already and you're just here because my trans energy vampire comment hit home, and that was perhaps a bit below the belt. but that was really kind of like... "...alright, and you're complaining about the reality tunnel i'm constructing?" and you've gone way further than i have, thank you very much, pot, kettle, etc -- but if you'll descend from your fundament you'll see i'm saying "lay off, i suspect i understand your perspective far better than most anyone" and i'm having a bad UNIX day and questioning my motives. but i can't just tempest and gtfo. that's even worse than pulling a godwyn and peace |
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as for ubuntu -- thanks! i have pages of rants, entire threads, about how mark shuttleworth wants to take this pitch bublic and for that we need REVENUE and SUPPORT CONTRACTS and i was entirely tolerant of a constant sales pitch but an unkillable support-contract daemon ruins the point of having root and i may as well just install windows and tear off all my clothes and throw myself down on a pool table for all the patrons at a gay bar. just like aphex twin debian -- oh, quite good. but if i'm giving up the handjob that ubuntu offers as consolation, and going SOME OTHER HARDER LINUX then i'm reminding myself of what got us into this in the first place and it is arch linux, thank you very much. but i really have absolutely no problem with debian proper or any number of other distros; arch is really just personal choice to be a difficult arse |
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