Nightmare (2030-2250)

We drove around the on the highways.  The beautiful lavish highways.  I was on foot and I had missed my last bus.  This was the last bus that went out of town and on to the highway.  I watched it come towards me and then turn on to the on-ramp.  Fuck it.  I have feet.  I can walk.

I see a suburban truck not too far, in some sort of large parking lot right before the arteries of the highway flourished opened.  This was like some sort of long-term parking for an airport, but there weren't planes around.  The suburban's window was open.  It's the dead of winter and here is this kush looking truck with its window open.  I have to go look.

I walk around the truck twice.  Trying to be inconspicuous but failing miserably.  Someone starts coming towards me.  Bryce?  This is your truck?!  Man, I haven't seen this guy in years.  It is his truck.  Maybe.  We drive it around.  This is no ordinary truck.  It's fucking HUGE.

We pass people by driving over them.  Over them without crushing them, that is.  This truck can comfortably drive over a smaller truck without even touching it.  We drive around.

After a while, Bryce gets out.  Jeff gets in.  We decide it would be hilarious to drive against oncoming traffic.  Shit, I see cop lights coming at us.  We stop in the middle of the highway.  So does everyone else.  Jeff opens the tailgate and sits on the back, waiting rather impatiently for the cops to come hassle the shit out of us.  I as well.  The cops get out and move fast towards us.  They seem calm... a little too calm.

We sit there and listen to a mute speech.  Then men with suits and ties appear.  Shortly after, men with white coats and needles.  Our arms are grabbed and I feel the needle's prick as it jams into my skin.  I then feel a freezing cold sensation, then a burning hot sensation in my arm.  After that I just have blurred vision and a general pain.  I look at the needles they used for injection.  They were glowing a beautiful dark cyan.  Radioactive.

I can't stop laughing.  They have a paper with our names on it.  We're still in the middle of the highway, fucked up something fierce, and these motherfuckers are quizzing us.

I get another injection and things start to clear up.  I want to see how well I did.  I want to see my score.

Wait, these papers, I'm supposed to sign... where's my score?  I saw the list of scores on this exact sheet of paper!...  These must be... new...  wait.  How long have I blacked out?...

I try hard and focus on what I can remember.  The soft-hued and fierce cyan needles.  Not unlike the orange of the crossbow's rebar in Half-Life 2.  The image of the needles are fiercely embedded in my mind, along with the buzzing sounds and fuzzy feeling in my body.  I need to stay calm as to not rouse suspicion...

...on the other hand, I need to look for an immediate way out.  I feel another prick

And I wake up and grab my laptop.  Charging.  Bootloader (grub) selection.  Name and password login.  Auto-auth on WiFi.  Firefox.  Name and password login.  Type this shit... then hit [Enter].

YOU FUCKS READY FOR SNOW?q!!1/

Gosh, that shift+[key] then anti-shift+[key] is so old.  Good thing I'm a lame piece of shit.  Anywho, fuck you.  And the shit you rode in on.  Seriously.  Sucky days ahead.  Bad times.

Sierra Tango, Doing the Tango Sierra

Goonies, man.  Fuckin' Goonies.

Yeah, I know right?  Truffle Shuffle!
Again, in accordance to last week's standard procedure, I have only slept two hours.

At least I have finally formatted mah lappy and brought back the happy dualistic union of rinex and windildoes.  Not strong enough for a virtualization.  But gentle enough for native execution.  My laptop is a fuckin' Kotex commercial.  Aieeeieeeeieeeeeeee... (generic TAOC reference.  R.I.P. 2k3 TMOLOLOL)

Where the fuck was I going with this?
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ah, yes.  Rainymood + Black Coffee.  So easy:

"Play Alarm.bat":

"C:\Program Files\nircmd\nircmd.exe" mutesysvolume 0
"C:\Program Files\nircmd\nircmd.exe" setsysvolume 65535
"C:\Program Files\Winamp\Winamp.exe" "E:\Audio\The Fragrance of Dark Coffee vs RainyMood.com.mp3

And set that up under Task Scheduler (mmc snapin) to wake laptop and run with regular permissions.  You now have a big alarm clock.  And if you have Google voice, a cellular alarm clock.

For those of you playing along at home and are lost, just relax. Wherever you may be.

Have a good one.  Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back before yadda yadda.

(I suppose the next logical step would be to write a corresponding bash script or something... I'm so fucking lazy, therefore, fuck it.)

BALLSACKS AND VAMPIRES, DAWG

Back at this shit again.  HAVING A BAD CASE OF THE MONDAYS

please, dicks go everywhere
please

A nation without boundaries.

An idea that is seeded logically and perpetuated to a large portion of the population that can remain dormant.  One day it triggers a mass migration/exodus.  Where would these millions or billions of people go?  They simply cannot invade a country and settle there.  However, they can socially network with each other and coordinate movements and tactics.

If it were free, as internet proper, this is what social groups and dynamics would be.  Facebook is an example of greed and how such groups fall apart.  Many may still be unaware or simply not care, but that's the basics.  I cannot predict specific times, but it will happen.  So:  Get in, make your money, and leave to something else.

Doesn't sound too far-fetched from a corporate bubble that generates waves and the bursts, amirite?

Well.  Don't tell me I didn't warn you.

Don't worry.  I'll take a shit on my blog later.  I'm just constipated at the moment.

History lesson.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdNHS8b9C7I
vs.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1z8gCZ7zpsQ

Understandably.  hhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2b-GRPyqhA


You learn nothing.  Fuck you, I don't care.  Pay me.  Now go start a failing business and feed the government!  Fukkin' HUNGRY dawg

yeah let's keep those hilarious programs open
you know, the ones that help you get those useless degrees
that help you flip burgers?
i want a goddamn refund

Prostitution 4 LYFE son

DAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYUUUUUMMMMMMMMM

Crazy commissions where I work at. $375 bonus for meeting quota, average of $20 per item sold.  Some dude commission'd like $130, so in addition to minimum wage, he averaged 23.50 an hour.  And that was off one sale.   DDDDAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYUUUMMMMM


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynfk7izWNE8

Speaking of sex machines, it's time to check up on my craigslist fuckbuddy.  Hey, she may not be pretty, but she's clean and free.  Better than my fingers, amirite guise?  FML.  Wait, am I a lesbian?  =_=

Edit: ho, fucking shit.  Goddamn awesome.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tfNhL_R_rI

Paging Doctor House

My balls are caught in
a barbed wire fence
[chorus]
Paging Doctor Houuuuse
Paging Doctor Houuuse

I raped some child
and lost my license
Paging Doctor Houuuuse
Paging Doctor House

Doctor Condo.  Usually misdiagnoses patients and kills them.  On very rare occasions he actually correctly diagnoses them and saves them.
He's a giant man-dyke who is constantly raping Cunty.  His best friend is Wilman, who practices homeopathic remedies, usually involving feces and semen.  His team of retards, Foreskin, 29, Cumwrong, and that one fucking guy whose name nobody can remember.

Doctor Condo
coming this spring

work in like 2 hours and wtf did i do all night?...

>Input.passive "BBC 3/3 Drugs:  Cocaine"

> I/O:         wiki "Blood-brain barrier"
> I/O:         wiki "multiple sclerosis"
> Memory.recall "Lorenzo's Oil" | I/O
> I/O:         imdb "Lorenzo's Oil" | grep reviews.interesting
> 1-Star review found:                         "Many years have passed, and there is still no cure for ALD, 13 May 2007"
> more (y/n)?
> y

"Many years have passed, and there is still no cure for ALD. That is the final judgment for this movie… all hype.

Hollywood gives a free pass to this type of crap that raises parents hopes but is false science. It's very easy for Hollywood to lambaste the medical community for ignoring an " orphan disease". In fact, there has been an enormous amount of work on ALD, but no definitive solutions. In fact, recently the family has withdrawn from their own charitable research organization.

It is a bad movie, but worse it exemplifies the popular bias against real science in favor of pseudo-science."

> feelsbadman
> [Misfits] Devil Doll

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WORK IN 2 HOURS.  GOOD THING I TAKE PLEASURE IN HAVING A SHITTY LIFE.  >_<

tl;dr:

NIGGA, GIVE ME DAT NANOCRYSTAL SHIT

Yay, more announcements on ARM/Racetrack/Photon/Dildo etc.  GOOGLE IT YOU LAZY FAGGOT.  I DON'T CARE

Yo, you gots to get in on dis RAWR EARF MAGNETS (they do, indeed, fucking work).  BULLSHEEIT

General Electrics (GE) is trading technology for raw materials?  MAYBE!  CONSPIRACY.  IT WAS YOU, NIGGA.  BUSH KNOCKED DOWN THE TOWERS IT WAS you de


Nah, I was just remembering Immortal Technique.  Although, really, I was thinking in a happier place in youtube:  Public Enemy  and  Grandmasta Flash.

Seriously.  Those videos make you feel good.  Well, maybe if you're over 16, that is.

COMPARE AND CONTRAST TIME
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bdr_2IAJWU
VS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw_f1fl7pRU
VS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6L1AIpA8MM
LEADS TO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBA-xi8WuCU

BUT, I DIGRESS.
DON'T CLICK ON THE OTHER LINKS.  JUST THIS ONE:

• http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeUWYcct-ZQ

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

Eh, another documentary, this time from the BBC.
Essentially like the one from CBC earlier.
tl;dr version:
if you're gonna smoke up, and you have schizo/paranoia, make sure there's CBD with your THC.  i.e.: non-skunk.

or you can be like me and get drunk and pee on everything.  maybe fight a nigga or two.  shoo.

I DON'T NEED NO GAWDDAM LIVAH.  FUCK DAT

MY INTERBUTTS IS BACK UP. PREPARE FOR HOTGLUE AND DATA INJECTIONS

COMCUNT AND DONGRIZON SERIOUSLY SHIT ON THEIR CUSTOMERS BECAUSE THEY ARE GIANT
eh
can't really think of a word.  i mean
"faggot" doesn't cut it in this case
"jewniggerfaggot"??
KIMMOS WHO ARE BEYOND A LEECH TO BALLSACKS AND DIARRHEA ETC.  AMEN

NO, REALLY.  BUT NOW I HAVE INTERTUBES
SO MY VAS DEFERENS IS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH JIZZ.  IN FACT SOME IS LEAKING OUT.  I JUZZED MUH PANTS.  AND I'M ON A BOAT.

TODO:  FILL FALLOPIAN TUBES WITH OWN DICKJUICE.  GIVE SELF HANDJOB WHILE PENIS IS IN VAGEEN BY WAY OF HAND IN ANUS COILED AROUND DICK.

Also, repartition, format, and dropkick shit.  All over.

FML

OH LOOK I PUT ADSENSE IN MY SHIT

NOW I MUST FIND LIKE A BILLION OTHER COMPANIES AND PLASTER MY PAGE TO MAKE IT 110% AWESOME

These kinds of dreams :: nightmares.

I lay there, tired from my ?4 (i went to sleep at 0400ish)  (now its 0800) hour nap.
I tend to forget the dream I had after a while.  After certain neural switches go on.
Lest I get lost in words:
Apartment.  Outside.  Rows of apartments.  Streets.  Not so much about school.  Shops, stores, night time.  Apartment.  Outside.
...inside, however is a different matter.  The upper floors ... in some dreams they are regular living quarters.  In some they lavish expanses of mansions.  There are trapdoors and secret passageways in between all the floors (the dreams even vary, themselves, as to the types--rustic, old and dusty (dustbunny), facility (the stories of concrete, metal, and men between the ground floor and the nuclear reactor), mansion with trapdoor, upscale new york top-floor, etc.)
Even in one apartment the dustbunny-ish upper floors completely start to dissolve into a street-metal-sewage lattace that becomes very sparse of anything quickly, save the void that you ever fall through, lest you loose your balance or gripping.

No, this dream tonight brought back the memory of those other dreams.  Why?  How?  I don't know.  Like a lattice of thoughts that are turned off and kept from normal processes during the waking day (i.e.: janitor / debug mode)... why have they remained today?  Why was I not just recalling my freshly-dreamed dream, but also those of years previous?

Anyway, the dream.  Swimming pool.  Lots of Japanese.  Famous ones.  Naked.  The girls aren't as timid as expected, but they're not acting slutty, either.  Just the right amount of social friction.  Fucking hottubs.  Love 'em.

The butler comes in.  Like the one from Fresh Prince.  With an "Ask Jeeves" imagined vocal demeanor (like constantly asking if shit's ok, temperature, garbage, shit)

Ok, time to shower off and get dressed.  Man, looking at those girls and not getting any.  I'm gonna go beat off.  But where?  These showers have silvered, 1-way mirrors.   Fuck.  I guess I'll have to go do that elsewhere.  Ah, you have brought me an electrical footwarmer that goes in the shower.  Thanks, Jeeves.

Even this doesn't make a whole lot of sense in the dream.  I keep looking at it and making sure it has the right trip switches and fuses because, hey: water and electricity don't fucking mix.  In fact, I go to the swimming pool and see a huge hierarchical splitoff of a hugeass surge protector, underwater, serving smaller surge protectors... also underwater.  I unplug the large one (yeah, try this at home = you die = no great loss, kiddies) and find that the 330volt crazy-blade plug isn't going to work.  Fuck it. 

Well, that was a quick shower.  I don't even feel wet... OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK.

DUDE.  GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT SPIDER.  KICK THE SHIT OUT OF IT.  RUN!  YEAH, KICK IT OFF RETARD.  OH SHIT IT SPLIT INTO A BUNCH OF BABIES.  THAT BEACHBALL-SIZED BLACK WIDOW GOT KICKED INTO A BUNCH OF FIST-SIZED BLACK WIDOW SPIDERS. RUN YOU FAGGOT.  HEY YOU STUPID FAT FUCK THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO.
I'm yelling as I stay the fucking furthest from those two retards and closest to the door where I can slam it closed and be safe from all that shit.  One guy is pretty dumb.  The other guy is a fucking vacuum bag full of dust and retard.  Jeeves hears the commotion and a look befalls his face: "Great.  I don't want to deal with this shit."

"Jeeves," I mouth to him, "911.  Now."  He quickly walks down the hall (no need to run, paramedics won't make it in time) as the one with half a brain brushes off the huge spiders and moves away.  The stupid one, with the fangs of at least 8 different spiders, THE SIZE OF HIS FIST, buried across his legs, back, and neck, is slumped over on the grass.
All of us know, even the half-dimwit, that the guy is dead.  There is nothing anyone can do.  I try and think of something, but instead I wake up.

I kinda want to go back to sleep now.

Get job, get pussy. Shit on everything.

I dunno why I wanted to save this picture.

android development

well, let's try this shit out.

fuck i left my backpack shit

but it's okay now neo
lovin' that lovage
9 yurs agur
*sigh*

4chown herp down. ddos? eh, maybe. pretty fucking coincidential though ?_?

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Another day, another DDoS! Right on the eve of /b/'s 300 millionth post.

by moot @ 5:51 AM

54Mbps connection
==nothing connected==

240p -> 3% spike ~10s, 1% flux
360p -> 3% spike ~15s, 1.5% flux
480p -> 3% spike ~35s, 3% flux
720p -> 3% spike 3% max

3% * 54Mbps = 197kB/s (no overhead or anything)


==ipod connected==
Low quality for saturated connection  1-1.5%
High quality for saturated connection  < 0.5%

--rx saturation: 67516 / 17031

youtube mobile regular quality is 360p
also kunio is a faggot