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oh, no, query failed. shit lol. i didn't even know that broke because now it's all in pudgy sqlite db why dig around there |
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also, i mean, i guess there are things i'm not grabbing. like, you have to log in to see the profiles, i did feel that was kind of a line. so i don't have what people posted as screen names or emails or whether their time zone is astroblaster or what. but i'm still, all... ohhh maybe i should |
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ahh, thanks for trying anyway! |
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well i still could. but it's way too much to copy/paste, i'd have to do a CSV or such. and then it gets into the question of whether i should hell i'll sort it out sometime soon you'll be able to open it excell or openoffice |
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bon apparà t |
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just checking now |
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fucking fantastic, cheers!! |
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now I know what a CIA intern does all day |
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"2002-08-25 12:04 0 having a dump and wanking" |
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i guess i might be willing to exchange CSV dumps for knowing some crusty old username was so-and-so of the idm house |
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wasn't ddrummondd cylob? I forget Grant Wilson Claridges |
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not bill ddrummmonnndddd? whoever he was, he was ornery as satan's arsehole |
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also he clearly hated me. i would have preferred he like me, or perhaps merely tolerate me, but there was still some entertainment value in his obvious contempt for me. why yes let's write a stupid reply i know he'll crab out at |
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he did come across as a tosser |
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people who get aggressive online are like that cos they wouldn't say boo to a goose in real life as they would get chinned |
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7 years and best he could generate was a CSV not even 90k. |
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2475198 121138 9430 2014-08-20 01:08 2475181 fuck off |
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quite a brutal read |
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wait wait i know one anyone remember the username nannou used to come on here and rant about what a bastard richard was? i can't quite dredge it up from cold storage |
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Thanks boys! Great thread. Open defiance of The Man. I only have two days left to live so thanks guys. It was nice trolling you as cwnt and highlander and chunky. shit he was chunky? then we actually chatted |
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but then he could just be saying that... in a hall of mirrors |
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yes, yes, it has the feel of, when asked, what gear do u use, he's all "the rave-o-lotion 9009 and all the behringer pedals that copy the other ones" chunky, though.. suspect alias |
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twin tonal analogy. pattern snatching. that this smells like what you did in the other interview over there |
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alright, i'm afraid i have another nerd gripe. but not about electron framework; this one seems more at the core of why windows is a steaming pile of horseshit. open the start menu. start typing "check for updates." click. find "advanced options," click. find the very tiny unobvious thing buried in the resulting screen "privacy settings." turn them off. in particular, though, "Let windows track app launches to improve Start and search results." i read that, and i heard: let us send data about every app you launch to microsoft to "improve results." so, sure, i switch it off. then i notice the history of the run menu is totally gone. i have to retype everything in full, every time. i flick it back, and the entire history comes back. perhaps, this is nothing nefarious; it's only used locally... but, no, it does feel like "either you send us your shit or we'll break a convenience you depend upon daily" and that feels 112% the microsoft way so i suspect it is, in fact, nefarious. |
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lewis has become too much for me to cope with and he doesn't call me anymore anyways, so i have been calling up other people i haven't called in a while. one guy, known him for years, perhaps even longer than lewis. hadn't seen him in a while. we're both super into music. he's had piano lessons and i think might have even majored in music or something even i dunno i should ask... anyways, he DJs, but all he has for music gear is a volca sample. so i say, bring that over, let's jam. and wow. there was essentially zero discussion. we turned the machines on and i started doing stuff and then he just did stuff and i forget he's there, almost, whoops. and i look over to see how he's doing. and he's left the volca sample jabbering and he's off messing with the wavestation. i think: this is great later, at some point, he changes patches on the wavestation, and... i did not consciously notice it at the time, but when i played the recording back, whoa, holy shit. i can hear exactly where he changed the patch, it's right there. and then i can hear myself, not consciously aware of it, but very, very clearly reacting to what he'd done. again, lovely. i was mostly driving; he's a good DJ but new to hardware things. so i'd sort of dart out a warning or request here and there -- like, hey, i'm going to do a thing here be ready. or... i was trying to say, "that sample was great but it's getting tiring could you mess with it i've no free appendages with that much dexterity" but it came out like "could you change that somehow it's getting a bit much" and later we properly discussed it and he was like "i kinda thot you meant changing the pitch on the sample" and i was dfjgkldfjgd that was exactly what i wanted you to do. if only he'd just trusted and gone for it. he quite may next time |
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perhaps my favorite part, though, was once we'd kind of warmed up a bit, we were actually doing music while discussing doing music. i'm explaining what i'm doing with delay this into that aux1 etc and he's asking questions then i kind of looked at what i was doing, and said... "i cannot believe i'm having a conversation while doing this" still doing it |
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i think microsoft has effectively just gotten me kicked off twitter. ... Logged into my @microsoft @windows PC only to be assaulted by Microsoft Assistant; sign up for Microsoft Account! Last time this happened I repeatedly mashed "Delay updates for 7 days" until it was tapped. It still has a few days left but this still happened. I hope whoever OK'd this gets anal cancer ... in any case, i attempted to log in tonight only to be notified that Abusive Behavior and please enter your phone number so we can start a timeout timer. i've checked back every now and then, and, yep, it's still like that. i'd actually kind of forgotten about it for a few weeks, and just now, i decided to try again. maybe it's enough of a timeout? no, instead, fuck me, it's loads worse. i can't even get to the login prompt anymore. it's "sign in with apple" and "sign in with google" and then a tiny miniscule link to log in like normal and it doesn't work. i gradually shut down bunches of noscript and adblock but it's still not working. i can only imagine how bad it would be now if i got to a login screen augh. i do need to somehow sort out how to get on there and post a modest tweet with some contact info and sorry not really be here no more |
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the apple thing recently is horrible: we are deploying a mysterious, untested, unvetted, completely untransparant thing to scan your phone for kiddie porn. i guess i would cite, 3D, del naja, of massive attack fame -- coppers show up saying his computer had downloaded kiddie porn. most interesting to me was a list of what drugs he had in stock... but, still, a horrendous violation of privacy upon an extremely talented artist. in the end the charges were dropped and the cops kind of lukewarmly apologized, as apparently it was all horseshit and he'd done no such crime. and if we don't like you, we can flag your iThing for Algorithmic Raisins and have the cops show up at your door and take all your computers. and if you're not a reasonably famous musician with some testicular fortitude lord help u so i tried disconnecting the google account from my fone. everything exploded. half my contacts disappear. it repeatedly spams me with warnings i cannot disable: your data is not backed up i'm not sure there's really any fixing it. but i'd appreciate recommends for "just a music player" that has bluetooth, hard requirement. a usb port, and perhaps even a headphone jack. waterproof, strongly weighted, i'm out four or five miles a day, rain or shine. but gruetoof work thru a ziploc bag just fine. and fuck wifi don't care whatev just, you know. leave my phone at home instead. i only want the tunes, not the fone, so let's go back to a dedicated device. the invasive horseshit is no longer worth the convenience of the device convergence. |
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just quietly, like, ok, i did a B-side from flashmob-era vitalic with an ambient edge with my fucking casios and delay pedal bullshit. then my birthday was recently; reflecting. i may be gradually going bald and have to fight for my life to not get fat [again], but fucking hell do i actually know what i'm doing with music now. and nevermind fuck the rest of that i actually feel a bit smug. a bit fat, but also a bit smug. happy 37 |
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really not ripping anyone off this is really just me here. also smug. krahslahp |
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Hyperflake from Wirral (United Kingdom) on 2016-07-13 17:09 [#02499639] yes you seem like you have quite an active mind to say the least, what keeps your mind occupied most of the time? EpicMegatrax from Greatest Hits on 2016-07-13 17:17 [#02499643] whatever it's in the mood for. it's like a squirrel driving an eighteen-wheeler. is the squirrel driving the truck, or is the truck driving the squirrel. it depends on the moment, and the terrain. EpicMegatrax from Greatest Hits on 2016-08-11 01:45 [#02501803] i care about an iterated process of self-improvement and debugging that feeds back and accelerates until i've moved from a trained weasel driving the eighteen-wheeler to a robotic sean booth with the latest tesla drivers. so i can destroy all the other things i want to do more effectively, you know? EpicMegatrax from Greatest Hits on 2016-08-09 03:30 [#02501698] i remember thinking, "at what point do i qualify as bionic?" i was having a laugh at myself when i thought that, but there is a guarded little pocket of excitement that, in a year or two, it may not be a joke anymore. or maybe i'll hit a wall and progress will stop. lots of things going on in my noggin feel like that at the moment. i squint my eyes and look down the road, and... whoa. could that work? that's unreal. i really hope that works. if i were evil, i'd definitely let loose the evil laugh i'm sure i'd have down cold at this point not bionic; not sean booth. have not perfected evil laugh yet. took five years, more like. but the weasel trampoline is working |
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i think in italic sometimes. or even bold. i don't generally underline. i had idea in high school: i should try to use bold and italic HTML tags when i think! and i promptly found i was able to do so. in retrospect, what i was doing was hardcore laser focusing on <italic> at the same time as totally rinsing out the intonation that i wanted italic to be connected to. gurning on the intonation while focusing on <italic> t was an idle hobby for boring classes and being stuck on the train. it was to help me write silly stuff in HTML better. but it became a habit. i really, i dunno, do think... sigh not using html tags. i, well, think the word in italic. more interesting is when i am all: i make all the right decisions alway^H^H usuall^H^H more often then i used to and ^H^H is an old usenet joke that i've somehow co-opted to edit something i'm about to write into my brain: no, wait, stop! that's wrong |
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need to implement ^C so i can STFU |
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research has indicated that opening your third eye may require you to iterate deep up your own fundament. firefox thinks fundament isn't a word. is this global or have they simply decided we don't deserve it? |
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Mindfulness is an important concept, but it tries to cover too much ground. it's like, you're not just a doctor -- you're a foot doctor, or a psychiatrist, or a proctologist again proctologist is a word, ok? i know for sure; it's precisely the word i meant to use |
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If I say something to myself in my head, and imagine I'm typing it at the same time... well, best I can describe it is a feeling of floating disconnected hands typing it. I was tinkering around with it just now; thinking way too hard about it -- thinking about things way too hard; my favorite hobby. It's specific enough that I said to myself... Wait, why did I just go for the shift key, there? That's in the middle of the sentence; it shouldn't be capitalized. I realized that, if you read it aloud, the word I was trying to capitalize had the strongest emphasis of Any word in the sentence. oh! that's why. thanks brain Utterly useless I suppose, but does delight me. |
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My next thot was: I need to pin down where these hands are, a little better. It feels so vague. They're on either side of my head. a bit below my temples. in line with my eyes. My next thot was: It's like I'm viewing this from the outside in, I wonder if I could find myself in there viewing myself from the outside in viewing myself from the outside in viewing myself self elf ffffffffff Then I thought of that joke, hey, it's like disappearing up your own butt, this third eye. I bet squarepusher is a master |
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When it was vague -- where are these hands? -- I was inside my head. The hand illusion felt like it was somewhere up above; diffuse. rayleigh scattering the sunlight. So I keep poking at it. I've never poked at this before Then I'm outside my head; a camera behind me and rotated clockwise/left a bit; looking at the back left of my head. I type a bit, and, oh hey there it is, I see it now Then I'm just sitting in a meditative pose in my farty attic studio listening to leftfield after work because that was novel enough that it broke my focus. I tried to do it again just now, and, for a moment I was actually stuck where I was before I tried to figure out where they are. This is vague; they're somewhere. Where? But I'd already seen where to poke before and soon enough felt my way back there. This time, I thought: Why back left of my head? And it's more like shining a flashlight than it is a camera? ...and what if I try to do the other side? you know, the back right? But for some reason I tried to shine it on the front left, through the back right, and things were... I dunno, oddly quiet. Alright, maybe this isn't going to really doing anything. So I stop. As soon as I stopped, however, my brain felt incredibly strange for a few moments. Interesting. I think I might give it a rest for tonight tho I can feel the hands location, now, without going outside my head, but i'll have to go back out to determine, like... they're kinda shrunken down, half in my head, half out. I can access the bits I've already seen but I have to go back out there for the rest. It's all an illusion generated by my brain wiring back into itself and thank you for reading my bullshit thread. |
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i've always sang in the car or such, by myself; shy about it. somewhere back in this thread is an entry from when i was first, i suppose, properly singing. that i feel the resonance of the note within me. deep, down there. high, up in the forehed. from there it's kind of like playing fretless bass; just learning to accurately jump from one spot to another. i'm still not very good. but i feel like i understand, somewhat. trent reznor's songwriting paints with this so very well. i'm on the fence about even trying to describe it. i'll just cherry-pick, i suppose: why'd you have to leave. me. so hiiiigh why comes from the heart, you is down deep in the gut, have is in the upper back, leave hits a whole range front of the chest, me goes back down to the heart, high up in the forehed. various methods of escape. i was just singing with it, really, just for fun, and to practice, and i noticed it actually seemed to have an order to it |
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"so" is slightly above the stomach i suppose there is more on top of resonance. the way he enunciates implies facial expressions. a mouth, a lip curling up at "leave." let me get away, kind of a shrinking motion, but also a feeling of drawing away. he probably doesn't sit down and write like this. i figure it's more letting emotion soak through the cheesecloth until it works |
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if our universe is a simulation of an alien in another universe i want to know if that alien is proud that his simulation gave birth to this thread |
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simulation made by an alien in another universe |
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and if the alien is proud that i have to correct my post and can't get it right the first time |
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this thread is a rounding error |
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this is a fatal error and the simulation will be shut down imminently thanks a lot bro |
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or maybe the alien is just someone living a normal life, in the simulation, with no knowledge they are in a simulation. deliberately programmed. lead a full life not knowing you've deliberately opted into this simulation. when you die, the simulation terminates, and you wake up with a memory of a full life on earth in the early 2020's. |
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i'm not sure i believe in a simulation. as a civilization becomes technologically advanced, the amount of damage a single individual can foment upon everyone increases exponentially. what stops someone from using the replicator in star trek to replicate a nuke? or, just, break it down into components repeatedly, until you've nothing but benign ingredients; assemble it on your own from there. probably the example that haunts me the most is the cyclical plot of 12 Monkeys. it horrifies me. i think it's being used for selfish fatcats in addition to the complete loss of free will anyways, presuming evolution has driven our existence, i'm not sure most, if any civilizations will last long enough to become capable of simulating Everything, because someone will Ruin Everything before then |
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totally ruined the song blueberry hill for me, forever. thanks monty python flying director terry |
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