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are we all having some web problems? [cereal killer voice] i think so! for, actually, it's coming up on ten years, i have dreamed of a web browser. that is like emacs. in all the good ways and the bad. to be fair, all the other web browsers can be vi. you can be militant about which but you have to pick one or the other i'm afraid. this is always how everyone has tried to sort me out. doesn't feel great, does it? let's add some context. my parents were briefly incredibly proud when i immediately took to the concept of a screwdriver at, i dunno, 3 or 4. this followed a standard arc in some ways: it stopped being amusing around the time i took apart a lamp -- mains voltage; etc. and all the screwdrivers disappeared. let's add more context: i found them. they were re-hidden, they were re-found. they were locked, and i still managed to get them somehow. and then, finally, a new context was presented for me to disasemble: here are your own tools! and they're plastic fake tools. and i shit you not, i was so young i did not understand this was a trick. i really was stoked, like -- finally, people! why are you slowing me down? but the tools are plastic PFAS fantastic and the plastic screwdriver... i try it all over the house, it doesn't fit. anything. the screwdriver is discarded on the spot like a banana peel in the hallway. because plastic pliers, well, they're still... plier...y.. and i think i'm going to take apart the water line on the toilet now to express myself because at that point i'd figured out they weren't real tools. at this point [i shit you not] i also realized that santa was probably bullshit too, and, well... tangenting, here i want a web browser that is like emacs. in all the good ways and the bad. all code. it will be a nightmare to modify, but if you are like me, you can sort it out. e-lisp is horrifying i cannot manage it at all. unless i need something to work and then it does the job quit bitching not like you fuckers do shit |
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i understand RMS. i suspectrum he's on the [finger to nose]. like, the sort of man who doesn't understand the difference between indoor trumpet and outdoor trumpet when playing back some string part from a bit of edvard grieg he needs to reference backwards, and, this would all be fine, but we're at a cocktail party and the trumpet is so loud it's stopping the room and everyone is looking and still the trumpet is going, unaware. and i have infinite patience for such people. this happened to me once. i was mesmerized, actually, by the fidelity of his trumpet playback. it was like i saw in his head for a moment. then i felt the heat of everyone staring at me. and he's still going. and i'm shifting back and forth. um. uhhh. because i don't have that problem. i know how to indoor trumpet. so can we un-cancel RMS please? the problem with canceling people is it's this blast of emotion with no plan or logic and what now? well, RMS is the sort of person, where.. until someone, like, proved pedophilia is wrong using math then man would not hear of it. but as soon as someone does? input accepted. he knows it's wrong now. and the strength of his resistence before, sticking to being wrong, that's how strong he's on your side now. he will fight pedos to the end of the earth now. it was, is all abstract, etc. some people, perhaps, do deserve to be cancelled. puff daddy? weird power tripping voodoo sex monkey. lady gaga doesn't have sex. i don't have sex. i'm a shark furry. we all have our shit. whatever. can we just get over ourselves and go to basics like: no violence. people matter. dogs matter, cats matter, love them, but they are not human lives. cops are humans too. they harass people sometimes because... imagine sitting in a speed trap 45 minutes nothing happen, wouldn't you halluncinate some crime out of sheer boredom? like microsoft's AI is hallucining carlin marbles and onion calculus (...) - - - - - - |
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also also -- the logo for wwwolf is three wolves howling at the moon, like a celtic knot, like the firefox logo, but celtic knot rotating awooo because this is what i said when i hatched this whole idea in harwich, cape code, USA a decade ago. give or take 56 nanosandwiches |
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and adobe's AI is licensed properly and maybe riced out industries has the budget for a month of adobe. but certainly not an omnimax film camera for some michael bay crap [tldr (...)] |
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gosh, this is difficult. i suppose even violence can be okay... if it's consenting? like boxing? and blue velvet freaked me out but if you get off on being punched or choked, there are willing partners out there for you somewhere. the keyword is willing. do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. the law is the history of humanity, jung's unconscious, lewis caroll's wonderland, archetypes, kairos, a churning genetic machine not quite chronos. and if you have a quantum computer made of meat and you thought about inverse kinematics while stoned in college O(n^3) because three dimensions and N is the number of joints, probability matrix, i can mop the floor with sam altman and all you other octopus sociopaths. but i'd actually rather be friends. anyways, the law is the law. lawyers exist. i think i've made a solid case for many things and fuck you, pay me so i can make wwwolf. and my cartoon show. i could fix american government if i can smoke weed in the oval office. i also could sort out your earth/moon time problem; i've always been fascinated with timekeeping. as long as the dragon is properly fed.... how did that book from reading rainbow go? all of this is... i'm such a thieving magpie; i am. shoulders of larger marbles (...) and all - - - - - - /!\ >`=^//=,» |
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mmm i think we should also cancel brian warner. but just, like, house arrest? which is how he lives anyways? let him hide in some decent house and do cocaine secret is out he's not hurting anyone again. unless they're into it. because everyone fucking knows. motherfucker hugging stuffed animal. predator posing as a house pet. probably italian? but honestly, like... some large cash settlements, he stays in his cave and... like, charles manson fucked with people from prison. then i think eventually someone got to him too? a woman? screw drugs; i want that russian tennis player genetically tested. is that a woman? remember that thing with the poor woman who was a mess and wasn't like... XY or XX but XYZZY or some shit. the olympics. this was a scandal, russia, the olympics. this is the plot of robot jox, obviously. those floating hot dogs haunt me like MTG arms and horse teef like bad magic numbers smell to serge pizzorno on televison. GOAL where were we? i would even hang out with brian warner still. but motherfucker. i'm not giving you the slightest chance. to dose me, whatever. know i will be carrying a boxcutter and i don't care how much coke you are on, i will crack your skull open if you fuck with me like that. cool? ok. now we can hang in sum, he's a tough call. can we say his career is over, house arrest, and if someone really wants to... whatever that s&m gaslighting shit is... well, people join the marine corp too. sometimes people want to be remade i make myself. make all |
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this would also eventually poop out of riced out industrishartup cache |
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you clods. how much wizarding does it tajke |
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