I think I smell... hate.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Dear Reader: (engrish pun lemix)

I'm tired as fuck.  I promise I'll catch up on your blogs.

Love, the stupid fucking blogger with the stupid fucking blog on blogging is fucking stupid.

Yes.  There is a lot of stupid and a lot of fucking in the last sentence.  Not so much blogging.  Your herring, I make red.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A Marijuana Nightmare. And Haggar.

I awoke just now.  My heart was racing.  Easily 200bpm, adrenaline-fueled.
My friend smokes pot often.  I?  Rarely.  I'm a boozer.

So, we're walking around, near sub-terranean tunnels in this vast iceland hellhole of Indiana.  We're on campus, but it's still the conservative home of the KKK.  Anyway.

There's two smokables in rotation:  a big blunt on a toothpick, kind of like the way you see those samples of sausage at the grocery.  The other is your standard joint.  Both merrily burning away, I reluctantly pick the blunt.  Simply because it looks cool as hell and I've never smoked anything in that quantity before.  (The backstory, I'm a lightweight with the chronic. That's why I don't smoke often.  I'm completely useless after 3-4 hits)

I grab the toothpick and lightly pull the air with my lips not even touching.  I'm usually a 2-hit wonder, and a 3-hit K.O. when it comes to this, hence my very small pull.  To balance, I take a mouthful of whiskey and pass them off to the friend.  My friend pulls hard while offering me the roach.  I pass.  So now they're two-fisting the blunt and the roach.  I wield my ethanol bottle of glory.

We aimlessly walk.  I see many faces.  I can tell that they are faces of contempt behind their false smiles.  They are smiles, but none want to come near and talk.  They all pull away when we romp near.  This isn't good, but as long as they don't call the cops, I don't care.  I can't afford to be caught right now, I'm still technically on probation after being slapped with a public intoxication (which is a bullshit charge.  What, I can't be a drunk pedestrian?  I can't be a drunk driver?  Then what?  Sit in the bar until 8am?  That can't happen either.  Thank you, I'm glad that my tax dollars are funding your donut-fueled small-penis rage against people out walking around drunk instead of mowing stuff down in a car.  Fucking cops.)

Anyway, I'm looking for some sign of friendliness besides these smiles made of 100% feces.  None.  I try and subtly tell my friend we should go elsewhere.  They pick up on it.  We exit the labyrinth of underground hallways and whatnot to the open road and air around campus.  I immediately go find somewhere to sit while remaining hidden, that way if I do decide to pass out, I'll remain hidden while still able to see around me and whatnot.

I end up going to the middle portion of a subdivided road with a raised hill in between the traffic going one way and the traffic going another.  There is a large and fancy set of dividers that the snow has piled up to about 10 or so feet high.  I go over to the hill and start digging near a pine tree and then sit in the dugout while I occasionally peek out to see if anyone noticed me.

I start to get sleepy, so I fully wrap my trench coat around me while I pull my hoodie down (yes, I'm wearing three layers) the warmth really starts to tug my eyelids shut.  Suddenly I hear a sing-shouting sound.  I look in the direction of the noise.  It's coming from the entrance of the subterranean tunnels.  I can barely make out the scene.  It's my friend with both middle fingers in the air, doing a mock dance.  "Come and get me, fuckers", she seems to say.  She then starts running.  I whistle and motion my arm in the air.  Maybe we can both hide in the pit till whatever blows over.  She beelines towards me, and surprisingly fast.  No go.  I can see the lights now flashing red and blue.  God fucking damn it.  What you do?  Fucking shit.

Shit.  No time to think, run on instinct.  We cross the road, while the cop speeds down one side and pulls a U-ey to come straight back of where we would be if we ran forward.  We fall back and turn left.  Cop speeds down and pulls another U-Turn at the other end of the street.  We double back again, this time turning right.  Cop tries to stop, but ends up sliding down the street.  Halfway through the slide, the cop guns it and then goes back to the place where they did the first U-Turn.  This time we run forward.  Pull the enemy to you and fight them on your own terms.  We're almost home-free.  All we have to do is hop the median and dash past the park.  FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuu.........   Captain Ragecop's cruiser appears off to our side, going down a set of wide stairs.  My friend slips and I grab the neck of her coat and pull her up so we can try and jump the median.  I see the cop's window was open, and I hear them calling for backup.

I wake up at this point, face-down in my pillow, with my heart racing and my tired eyes throbbing.
As much as I hate dealing with pigs and the law, I'd say this is the best/worst dream in a long time.  There was a lot of primal fear, but there was also the fun factor of psyching out the cops.  9.1/10

Also, I want to see more youtube videos of Haggar combos.  After doing a few training missions and playing around, I can definitely see him being devastating.  But everyone wants to play with Wesker, Dante, and Sentinel... like pussies.

Welp, I think the adrenaline burst is catching up to me.  I'm back to feeling exhausted.  Back to nappy time.  We have high executives coming from the corporate office coming to visit tomorrow.  I suppose I should look good, even though I'm making minimum wage.  Good thing I have auto-defenses that make me laugh when I rage.  Such a shitty job and a huge joke.  But I'd lol hard at the person in my position, if I wasn't me.

Don't worry.  There'll be plenty of time to drink myself back into oblivion, come Friday.  /lesigh

The rule of thumb...

...is 1"/1'.  For me, anyway.  Basically, it's the parallax between your eyes, using the thumb as a focal point.  How much the object jumps between closing my right eye to my left eye translates to how far away an object is.  It's actually kinda accurate.  I've tested it at 10ft, 30ft, and 100ft.  It's quick and easy, too.


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Cortex A9, Stuxnet, HBGary & AnonOps, MOO I/II Etc.

Sup fuckers.  When I'm not getting wasted or selling overpriced garbage (read: AT&T), I'm on mah lappy.  Now, you'd figure that I'd stop to communicate all these interesting ideas I have with you, but you're wrong.

I recently found Master of Orion 1 and 2 again.  And boy, howdy.  I had to call in sick just to play the entire damn day.  I, in fact, did not use the internet at all that day.  Just me, DOSBox, and a bottle of vodka.  I even forgot to masturbate.  Or get cigarettes.  Or smoke the cigarettes I would've gotten, had I gotten them.

Yes sir, I should've been downloading my TV episodes like a good little robot, but I was too busy doing the time warp and actually enjoying myself and my time as a living being.  And now, fun times are over.  Back to the mundane diarrhea that is day-to-day.  Mind you, I have fun things to watch, and lots of awesome news to read (I lol'd hard at HBGary getting deepdick assfucked by anon after they came up with some bullshit garbage saying they "found the leader of anon".  I know, right?  lolwut.)  And man, that dual-core Cortex is fucking hot shit.

Ah, I never have enough time for the fun, while I have too much time for the suck.  FML, FYL, and thank science for booze.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Non-nightmare dream. Awesome.

The main point in the dream was how thing were remembered. I overheard that a big event was 40 campfires ago. A really big event was 48 pretty flowers ago.  As this was told to me, I visually (in my dream) had a faded overlay of time running backwards, as we walked on the arid land (think New Mexico) past brush and... oh a pretty flower on a cactus.  48 of those ago?   Boggles the mind.  And then both the alarms went off and I was up.  Ok I gotta go catch mah ride.

Ah, college. The boozan', videogaman', alonan' foreveran'.

Sometimes I tell myself that it's better in the present and possibly the future. My naive self was so carefree back then... so stupid.

my favorite rpg to play on the verge of blackout

ok. i'm outta control. really, though, i dunno where i'm going with this at all. so it's time to stop posting.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

...insomnia, data compression, and spinach proteins.

So, yeah. Tired all day. Finally come home and crash around 2000. Wake up at 0030. I guess that's what happens when you treat your body like a temple... a temple to the god of trash, that is.

So, I saw some pretty screenshots of a h-gore game. It's been quite a few years since I have played one, as I am busy cramming garbage into my head, garbage into my lungs, and garbage into my stomach. So, I checked the 2-part .rars and then unrar'd them to a directory (I use 7z which is broad-encompassing etc). After getting Daemon Tools Lite (and having AVG pop up telling me that a component was malware categorized as a downloader... and i thusly removed that part w/o changing functionality of DTL as far as i can tell) and installing the game, I figured that I might zip it up and keep an archive in case it was a good game.

So, I right click on the game and the English patch and add them to a 7z archive. There are lots of options to choose from (although the main ones are LZMA, LZMA2, and PPMd), and, of course, I have not a goddamn clue which to choose. Wiki'd.

I never seem to leave Wiki without visiting at least an additional reference page. Today was no exception, as I read about ZPAQ compression and BARF.


The following table is a sample from the Large Text Compression Benchmark by Matt Mahoney that consists of a file consisting of 109 bytes (1GB or 0.931GiB) of Wikipedia English text.
Program Compressed size (bytes)  % of original size Compression time Memory
PAQ8HP8 133,423,109 13.34 64 639 sec. 1849 MiB
PPMd 183,976,014 18.4 880 sec. 256 MiB
bzip2 254,007,875 25.4 379 sec. 8 MiB
InfoZIP 322,649,703 32.26 104 sec. 0.1 MiB
See Comparison of file archivers for a list of file compression benchmarks.

I was impressed, so I am giving it a try.  Please note, however, the compression time is large.    FUCKING HUGE OH DEAR GOD FUCK
P.S.: 64649 seconds = 17.96 hours

Plenty of time leads to the inquisitive mind's inquisition.  You now have that song stuck in your head.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I like being me. Sometimes.

Q: How do you know when you're awesome?
A: When you are just getting over a nasty cold and have only slept 2 hours... you go over to your friend's house and finish off their handle of Jim Beam and then proceed to drink an entire bottle of vodka over the course of the night. Then you have no idea how you got home, but you wake up and go to work and make the first sale out of your entire group and bank on some commission, yet have not a single dollar in your hand. And then you blog about it like a total winner.

I'm awesome. FML. Gettin' paiiiiiiiiiiid.

Nah, it's actually not that bad though. Plenty of regrets. I'd probably have more, too, if I actually gave a fuck. FUCK ITTTTTTTTTTT

On a more positive note: AIDS.

HIV is a joke. Didja getit?

Durrr. I think I just made two AIDS jokes. Ok, now you can officially FML.

I forgot where I was going with this. heart = small paynis
ok i really need to stop

Monday, February 7, 2011

Don't hate me. Jane Time started it.

Do you remember 1986? Of course you don't. I only vaguely remember it as some time after learning to play Gateway to Apshai and watching The Challenger explode in 1st grade. Now that we've mildly affirmed my oldfaggyness, let's go a step further. Hopefully the awesomeness will bridge generation gaps? Can't hurt, anyway.

If you are unsatisfied AND have already gone and fucked yourself, you may blame Jane Time. She's the one that suited me up and sent me all nostalgia'd down that OH SHIT KIDD VIDEO, HEATHCLIFF, CBS STORY BREAK, TEEN WOLF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOD DAMN IT JANE

Ah. A while ago, on /f/ -> lum_snow -> [Tycho]Systems.

Also, if you're the owner of servut, thank you! (Jos olet omistaja servut, kiitän teitä erittäin paljon! Myös pahoillani hotlink xD...)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I was just thinking, "The Superbowl is missing something..."

Trust in content :: failure to deliveR

Lol, I bought methamphetamine from Walmart for the low, low price of $3.85

Vicks Vapor Inhaler.  Active ingredient:  levmetamfetamine.
 I read it out loud and was like lolwut.


Levomethamphetamine (other names include l-methamphetamine, levodesoxyephedrine, l-desoxyephedrine, levmetamfetamine), is the levorotary (R-isomer) of methamphetamine. Levomethamphetamine is a sympathomimetic vasoconstrictor which is the active ingredient used in some over-the-counter nasal decongestants including Vicks Vapor Inhaler.


Levomethamphetamine affects the sympathetic nervous system but has little activity in the central nervous system, so it is not thought to possess an addiction potential anywhere near that of racemic methamphetamine or dextromethamphetamine. Among its few physiological effects are the vasoconstriction that makes it useful for nasal decongestion.[1]

Side effects

When used as a nasal decongestant, levomethamphetamine has potential side effects resembling those of other sympathomimetic drugs used for the same purpose; these effects include hypertension (elevated blood pressure), tachycardia (rapid heart rate), nausea, stomach cramps, dizziness, headache, and tremors.

well.  i don't have a running, bloody nose any more.  nor a sore throat.  but i can't fall asleep, either.  :/

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Sore Throat? Triscuits!

Holy crap, Triscuits are soooo good for mah sore throat.  Menthol cough drops + water = I can breathe!

Also, don't use Vaseline.  Use proper lubrication.  Unless you're all about bareback.  Have fun makin' dem babies!  xD

Friday, February 4, 2011

lololol nosebleeds

you know what is awesome?   failing to hold a sneeze that causes your nose to spray blood and mucus.   as an added bonus, your headache temporarily goes away too.  what sucks is getting it stopped so you can actually go in to work.  fresh blood looks so much more vibrant than dull, dried blood.

[generic reference to popeye & vitamins]

Thursday, February 3, 2011

worthless updates

like i'm sick as fuck
and i don't feel like updating this trash

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Selective Neurostimulation = Ability to squelch or amplify neuroactivity?

E:\Audio\Royksopp - Senior [2010-MP3-Cov][MJN]\07 - The Fear.mp3

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Let's think of the positive and negative, shall we?
  • Potential ability to treat certain brain disorders without drugs and/or surgery.
  • Potential to increase muscle reflex speed and perhaps change cardiac rhythms.
  • I have a head cold, think for your fucking selves, you sheep.
  • Fucking up someone's brain with very little/no evidence to show tampering.

 Add this to Scopolamine and you have a one-two starter combo going.

Ok.  I feel like diarrhea and vertigo.  I don't have to fuck you, right?  You're an adult now and you can go fuck yourself.

<3 ?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fuck Twitter.

More bloated social networking data mining laggy faggot shit.  Lick my hemarrhoids: http://twitter.com/#!/tvvitter_is_gay .