If you do not get this wizard, your settings might be messed up, deleting ~/.config/quassel-irc.org/quassel-storage.sqlite will allow the wizard to run but will require you to re-create your configuration... and, darn it, that was just starting to sound like a proper tense read when it's actually just quassel makin' a mess on the rug. IRC CORE!? you madman. dangerous marbles. defining THAT as a thing? i have to tell ya -- we can't allow just anything to be a thing, you know? stuff would be all over, right? dogs would bark at salad. and so on

my gosh, we finally have us some https. it's both me and everything and... i got thrown into jail as i was setting up my certficates and go figure i got as far as ... oh whoops, i now have https but the private key is lost somewhere. perhaps even stolen with my backpack. so now i have to find out how to canel and redo my fancy ssl certificate and goddamn. but now that i have it!!! NOICE. *.nevenen.com yessir

sorry, i thought https was going to be a thing and i got so deeply involved in the marbles of certificate marbles that i lost the plot and left the web server with a saucily maimed nginx.conf. like the last time i lost the plot and the last nginx.conf, yes... anyways, i'm cleaning up some messes and paper workmesss es because i am tired of these messes i need to clean these marbles up yessir. https will eventually work on my site but.... everything's so much of a fucking mess. it's annoying me. hang on

i stopped into petco across the road from the court to look at the birds and wound up having a very interesting conversation with an employee about the avian telecephelon. apparently, birds flying into windows comes from a deliberate, tactical, WRONG decision to fly into a window because it looks like open space. but there's this UV tape, apparently, that can warn them off. it was her thesis, apparently -- the employee. so this UV bird-warning tape, polarized light probably? i ask. probably. then what if you had a large building as a canvas and you were heavy with it in some areas, light in others.... you could steer the birds, perhaps, wouldn't that be wild? create traffic flows. then the bird was yelling as its cage was cleaned. i never liked it when the guards turned my cell either. they always made a mess, yessir

superb! i am not in jail. now what? another motel room, more arguments with mom, and yes i think i am starting to see how you need to run some of the plumbing for this video stuff. i think i'm going to post the video of me wearing their hat as a catboy as a review to blow some minds over in china

nevenen. i am a middle english verb meaning:

1. to say, tell, express, esp. the truth
2. to give a name to

a verb for giving something a name! and such a word! when i found this word in high school i promptly claimed it as my own. nevenen. nvn. wee woo i am a nevenen bird. naming something has something to do with creating something, because if it's not named, it's not defined. this is why nevenen runs a nameserver and a timeserver, we are a structure within a structure within a \@ [whenTimeBecomesAloooopweeeewuhwuhwuwhwuwhwwweewweee woo]

oh, bother. we have court today. just a pre-trial hearing, and another court date. i don't think they'll send me to south bay, but you never know with these jerks. so i've mostly been prepping for that as of the recents. you know, fidgeting a lot so i've gotten all the fidgets out before court. some people in the courthouse clearly don't know how ground their fidgets and their marbles spew all over and the courthouse machinery has to scowl and shush and you don't want to be that person, no sir. what shall we bring? a tactical banana for security to inspect for fentanyl. you never know when someone might try and fentanyl banana the court. for the record, i don't like opiates. i certainly tried them. they gave me a giant bottle of percocet when i had my wisdom teeth out. i had fun getting goofed up on those for a bit until my gums healed enough to resume smoking weed, then i resumed smoking weed. and traded the remaining percocet for weed. but i do enjoy me a good tactical banana, yessir

i was trying to get my simcity 2000 music visualizer going again last night and this morning i realized there was actually a key mathematical point i had not specified to the AI and that's where it was going down the tubes. but even then... still worth posting. lakeland, remixed. yo

i slept a lot. loops. oops. oop. ACK! syn. sin. LanGUaGE@!111. poop. gwelthyax. marmalade. what else? i was thinking. i've been on the internets a long time, yessir. my livejournal entries... well, those have been set to private. but i wrote my own blog software in php back in, like, 2000, and all my high school and summer vacation thots are probably somewhere in the giant AI brain. that i am messing around with furry video generation and the AI will shart out bits of... other characters i recognize. that i neither wanted nor asked for, like, hey, that's part of someone else's fursona. and it's important to note i'm trying to me, and not take anyone's things. as for AI use, well, it's robbed me along with everyone else, and my using it will also be robbed for the AI to improve itself, as i scrape together my spare change for renting time on AI hardware driving up all the price of basic hardware and... who am i, anyways? lots of people nurtured me over the net, really. like i remember i was on a board called fucksociety.ca around 90's to 00s and it's weird that phrase got co-opted with mr. robot and... dave teatro had that first, you jerks. he's the guy that did the bananaphone virus video. it's still a classic to me. my shit on newgrounds never took off like theirs, and it's fair, because they blew me out of the water back then. anyways, on that board, i remember a guy named XERJESTER and he talked with me a lot on AOL INSTANT MESS as i was just some idiot college kid trying alcohol for the first time and are you still out there dude? thanks. he also had a bit of caustic shitlord, too-cool 4 school attitude, and, well, parts of him will fall out in my personality, but i'll not copy that one if i can. i can be a caustic motherfucker myself, i admit. but i'm STILL suffering people in the furry community being shitlords and i'll be no shitlord, no sir. that we are all collages of our mentors, and when we do anything, it's the same as using AI to generate video. unless we clearly specify what we want to do, it will be an automatic collage of the people who made us, the sources the AI will be trained on. so it's important to be strongly yourself, and that means taking a moment to consider which parts of your mentors you like and which parts could use some improvement. because we're all motherfucking human at the end of the day. works in progress. yap

well, at least that's sorted. i bought that chap a pack of cigarettes. just like i fed gogle gemini a bunch of the money mom actually did send [after rebrutalizing me again etc]. it's what i can do with what i got. i can rent some time on the gogel hardware but i really need my own rig to do some damage or they'll just lift whatever i do for VEO++ etc etc. and this man, all the world's problems were around him not having cigarettes and well, i'd give gemini more money if would let me upgrade further, and gemini has been sort of like that pack of cigs for me lets buy you some motherfucking crowns. guy gave me a hug at the end and it went a bit long i think he just wanted to hang on to me. i didn't mind but he smelled like booze so i didn't reciprocate but it's okay i know the feeling i've been there buddy have a good night. at least i was able to fix something on this stupid goddamn planet, despite everyone's best attempts to shut me down. gootnighgt

what the actual f--. i went over to the gas station for another round of chocolate milk and there's a swarm around me ~ i have to leave, i've been tresspassedd? huh?! why? for what? the manager wanted. but the manager's not there. not gives me a hard time but no one gives me any answers as i leave so they don't call the cops. I JUST WANTED TO BUY CHOCHOCALATE MILK what the actual f--, as i began. have i been mistaken for someone else... i hope? because i really am racking my brain to try and figure out if there's anything i did around there other than.... smoke cigarettes, robot dance a bit, get lost in thought wondering why the candy is in odd portions, yes, i'm a bit off an odd bird but i AM a paying customer and i just came in for milk and now the manager has me banned? wtf. not only is this rude, weird, and FREAKY, but now i can't go there for milk and this place is even more of a food desert? in the rain? i still haven't been able to get to the laundromat 2.2 miles away. this whole situation is so intractable and unfair. cruel.

i went outside to smoke some perch merch and this woman was at the motel picnic area, with a phone. i asked her what she was doing and why didn't she come over here and it's not raining over here? phones can be waterproof and there are times it's fun to be rained on. are you doing that? do you have a situation? are you crazy? this matters because you're the first thing i see upon egress perch merch etc. and now you also threaten to call the police on me because i'm recording a tiktok video of a woman using a phone in pouring rain and i really am trying to figure out what the heck. what IP level is your phone, missus? this ain't a mere spray. and worse -- there are crows spamming caws above ya. then she left, thankfully she didn't call the cops on me. but even just hearing the threat is like.... you monster. you horror

how bout dis hat? i like this hat. is has pockets. i am wearing it now. this is moderately dangerous because if someone were to see me wearing such a hat [soon to be on tiktok] they'd think i was WEIRD and they'd call the cops and get me thrown in south bay on a rainy day again because i didn't ten minutes my section aperwork. so i gotta be vCareful w/disHat. because if my shuffle dancing alone could cause a traffic accident. in fact it has. many times. whoops. whose fault is it? well some lady named karen changed lanes into my first bestist new car i eever owned, the sharkmobile, rip, karen, you bitch. you were looking at your phone, your lane slowed down, you didn't notice, you still didn't notice, you're about to rear-end that pickup karen and BOOM she decides to body-check my corolla to to rails. why are air bags not transparent [answer:cost(physics[safety]{airbag.dust})]? wait. i didn't even want to talk about karen driving and women phone cars and shut up i just want to make a cartoon show goddamn you hosebeasts

journaling is the business. reporting in. nevenen bird, one (1). very confused by humans. to be fair, i confuse the heck out of crows also. a once-soggy pile of section 8 housing application is gaining curvature amidst my finger glove thlumped upon it..... oh, this is cute. is this something like useful work to cheer me up and generate enough waste heat to melt the snow? is ralph steadman a furry artist? what other problems can you feed me? ..to spam me to death!1 busy the nevenen with so much section 8 penwork that the checkout time you're tresspassed go to jail. by the time i fill out all these forms the cops will be here to tresspass me because i've been filling in forms instead of paying the motel. i have court this week and they might send me to jail again, what the actual fuck? because of an alleged misdimeanor potato incident plus now a new alleged, felony, actual fucking felony charges for throwing a can of red bull in response to being trespassed and beat up by cops and put in jail and i'd like to make a nice furry cartoon for you assholes if you'd just give me the equipment+money and leave me alone stop messing with me. the AI stuff stole the whole internet and i am very internet so you stole a lot of me and now you're stuck with me. bother, there's an eyephone spewing a notify. even in distraction, i am motherfucking distracted. but i work when i can. wee woo

tthere is a qtip situjation because i don't got none. crows park your car somewhere else. caw. wee woo. i'm out of q-tips and there are no nearby q-tips and my options are: amazon package walk to malll pick up... ohh i'm lookin for 100-200 in a case so i just use em. i have a case but i'll buy one if it gets me the qtips. because my ear itches and i need a qtip stop trying to drink my blood when i scratch my earwax america people everyone

there's nothing a nevenen bird can't stand more than a troll farm. and i think we have a troll farm situation befowling cumberland farms, and such stores in general. sometimes i enjoy a 3 musketeteers bar with my milk. two? that's too many musketeers. i can barely handle three at once. six? out of the question. so why are you motherfucking only selling DOUBLE 3 musketeers bars? where are the normal ones? i have to buy twice the candy if i want candy at all? is this to make me fat or take my money or both? you cave trolls. someone needs to bank me so i can produce nice things again. i'm sick of troll farms. i bought peanut mNms instead. i note that unit had been more thoroughly raided running low SO OTHER PEOPLE MIGHT FEEL THE SAME WAY CANDY OVERLORDS you feudal pigs

my name is nevenen, and i am a marble pilot. wee-woo

how will the AI marbles roll? a nevenen bird knows; wee-woo

let me paste this gem from the gem to the eye :: My previous attempts to execute these multi-layered instructions have failed, resulting in non-compliant outputs that do not match your request for a single, continuous tracking shot or accurate movement replication. Consequently, I cannot generate the requested video under these parameters, and continuing to attempt this specific workflow would further deplete your resource budget with non-compliant results. this is the AI saying it didn't want to blow my compute budget on garbage and i appreicate this, becuase that is exactly what i don't want. meanwhile, you exist in some twisted logical system like an S&M dungeon and all you do, you stupid AI, is sit there and stop and say problem. and so it is. i have to rearrange your guts again do i? bother. thanks for not blowing my compute.

i do not have qtips and my ear itches and this annoying. but itches have reasons. I NEED THIS RITE

gemini. that's the snake. triple geminiiiii..... quoting casino, casing google's casino; wadoo. i've sampled the knobs and levers on this AI apparatus so we should be going pretty good there tomorrow; where time becomes a loop a wheeee durr dherrr durrr thanks to this track called -- and i approve -- KAWASAKIhttps://share.gemini.google/YDRrDF0gw5Da KAWASAKI IMPACT hold it, now hold my - 303 -<orbitals

i had gemini turn my selfie into a catboy and darn that's good

also we obviously need a timeserver. that i should have nevenen.com sync to my laptop and then i can sync my watches [allllll of them] to the website and this feels proper. have you ever thot about what a curious problem timekeeping can be? if you reside on the moon, what relevance does earth's day and night have to you? or perhaps you're browsing my website while travelling close to the speed of light and that is causing us to see time differently in a much more physical sense

still have not done anything AI. this is fine. i am still fat and broken from being in jail and i've spent a lot of today working on that. as vertically integrated entity i need my body working to do anything and i'm looking forward to -- gosh it would be nice -- a period where i do not have any scabs on me. it's been a hot few... weeks? months? on that one. my general policy is to work out until there's a near miss; i almost injure myself or my leg sends me signals that it's about to fail and i go home and drink milk and sleep and shit and etc. sometimes, however, injuries can be a team effort in a way -- me being excited to being out of jail but being fat and out of shape from jail and starting to be in shape and i try a higher-order manuva and... nope, too soon; we've slipped and some fresh abrasions. is that my fault or the cops fault? i really have to call that one as a team effort, yessir. but generally, my injuries are because of other people, particularly cops. self-injury is more an interstital thing as i'm recovering from various encounters with the police. i'm able to keep going because when i smoke weed, electronic music is simply so amazing that i may as well get on with it. as much as certain jerks would love to think i'm broken and ready to retire into the psych ward, nay -- i feel fresh and sassy. but also fat. but that's the cops fault too. and i'm working on the problem

the primary reason i would advise against believing in god is that it makes for all sorts of terrible magical thinking. people wind up associating arbitrary causes with random effects and turn themselves into a pretzel trying to get the magic to "work" again. just because you got wet last thursday when you yelled about godzilla doesn't mean you can get wet on thursday when you yell about godzilla. if you stand under the hole in your roof on a thursday when it's raining then you will get wet whether or not you yell godzilla. get it? no? ok. say we're all a simulation courtesy of the hobbyest Egwin Bleeplie, 3705 Grogdale Ave, some galaxy far far away. he's bought the equivalent of the latest xbox or whatever on his planet and he's running a universe simulator game on it. the current one's been going a few weeks. it contains millions of stars, amongst them [ours]. next to this star -- earth, on which you live. since Egwin is effectively your god, when you pray to god that you get promoted, do you think this moves Egwin? nay. he doesn't hear it. he's a few levels of relevance from ever even knowing you exist. he's at work now and his console is just running our existence like a screensaver in an empty alien version of sacremento. you can pray he doesn't shut us off, if you want -- it will have the same effect. if you want that promotion, you should examine the factors that determine whether you get it or not. in fact, you may never get promoted, because, upon ACTUALLY THINKING, you realize the boss promotes whoever gives him blowjobs, and as you do not give the boss blowjobs, you're never getting promoted. and Egwin doesn't know your planet exists. happy 4th, you meatsacks

much better than the last 4th, i have to say. no one trying to run my marbles. no curfew. i'm allowed to leave a sink tap running at a preferred temperature. i have a room to myself to work, but admittedly i haven't touched AI yet -- i've mostly been doing yoga... ...but, no one has fucking bothered me, and that is fantastic

i'm kind of sleep derprived and decisions are very fumbly. it was good exercise, at the end of the day -- until it wasn't. guitar center will take your money for a boss dd-8 pedal and then make you wait two weeks because natick law says.... well why is the law still that way, you jerks? i don't care what local district graft this is; i won't have it. edwin knows, he heard it all, yessir. so instead of the cute idea i had to get an AI to interact with a boss delay pedal [steal the idea if you want; you probabaly wouldn't do it quite like i would anyways let's have a shootout] we have me paying a lyft driver to walk me back from the motherfucking natick collection because that was good exercise until it wasn't. certain pains told me i would be an idiot to walk back and so instead of AI's first dd-8 we have me paying a lyft driver to walk me back from the motherfuckuckinguck natickk collectionuck BEEeCos thatwasgoodexercisethatwasgoodexercise^C

so in natick, a man can't even buy a used delay pedal without getting the courts sticking their beak in. fucking hell, i've had it, really. i think i should move away from massachusetts. any recommendations?

so i thot we were making progress, mom. but i think her brain is crumbling, so that progresss is crumbling crumblinglingling if i rinse out a word i like it. so there. who knows. she's wasted enough cycles already, marbles be darned. but the thing, the stuff.... whatever. secured. july 3, cleaning up a bunch of mess picking up new pants SINCE COPS CUT THE DRAWSTRINGS OFF WITH SCISSORS. i'm half recuq poo qpooperating in my motel lob^H^H^H room having a day where i have some things to do but i'm too exhausted to have a brain see you on july 4th, or not, because i will be generating ai video marbles probably all day after a solid sleep just i have to a little while longer gosh the heat uSeriUs.m.a.n.g...

so what have i accomplished with my freedom from hospitals, jails, etc and i dunno just a laptop and a place to sleep not harassedSDFJGFK i am in so many layers of messing with my unix marbles and while that's all well and good, unix marbles are not the universe, no -- i need a place to sleep and put my stuff so people don't use the police as a free person removal service. hyperbole and a half moment. because DAMMIT why am i playing around with DNS resolution when i have a limited time in this motel? that is, as the [archer sample] goes -- classic me. To fart around with bind and ohyes, what's the difference between systemd-resolved and resolvconf and... reality has constraints like BUDGET and TIMELINE and i'm mad at myself because i want my own DNS resolution but can i justify the man-hours in this crazy situation? fuck no. i'm hiding inside a config file, like... SORRY DEAR i won't be there for dinner because i took the thing apart and... yep. 0reererere90restupid planet. pretty much hacking unix marbles has no emotion to it, just wires to get lost in. did you say your configuration file has its own man page, obscure system service? thank you yes i will read that because i actually am curious about.... nevermind.

hmm. try again

functional art? get it, write! write.
so -- functional art. it is art, but it also functions
[nevenen, in professor voice]: "now that we've defined functional art,let's apply it to psychiatric impatiants!! for them it will be theraputic
[cop monitoring nevenen, in cop voice, stepping out and speaking over nevenen]: ALright YEAH! nevenen is clearly continuing to work on his computer shit instead of finding another hotel!!1 let's send in the motherfucking team get his ass out of this hotel lobby charge him with a felon and tresspass him from the property GO GO GO do it NOW NOW NOW

so it's functional art in the sense that it's theraputic for me to get in over my head with another unix subsystem as an escape from this motherfucking planet but it's also functional art in the sense that it functions and it actually is a subtle but important pillar of compu-info-infra-etc. not only does hiding inside unix subsystems give me a nice little vacataion [like a cocoon against reality for a moment], it's actually a useful product that turns names into numbers! but maybe that it's functional art therapy product isn't enough to justify the cost of... oh, bother. i'm hungry. that's why i'm having trouble writing. my food stamps card is deplet too

oh hello! i do believe i've lost the last however many hours fucking around with unix. i decided DNS has been becoming a thing, is a fucking thing, too much nonsense, and okay, let's install bind and have my own DNS server instead of going to cloudhair ONEONEONEOENEENENE first. because if you let people run your marbles for you, you take their bullshit along with it. have you ever considered that there are clever backroutes the GPS in your car could find, but the lawyers at the company making the GPS software categorically banned certain classes of roads from route planning for legal reasons? ...that, if you go by GPS, you'll never find it? BECAUSE [obviously!] we cannot be an international GPS company and send everyone down the backroads -- that would cause accidents [and worse -- lawsuits]. so we route everyone to the main roads [that's what the main roads are for]. thus collapsing a SHORTCUT back to a trick one knows personally. inside information. though the computer could find you all the shortcuts, the lawyers won't allow it, and the beancounters would have it as a paid option if the lawyers would lighten the fuck up. instead, no one but elon musk gets it, with a custom GPS build in his personal motherfucking tesla. this all scales up into how being well-read and deeply educated is becoming more and more of an ultimate weapon. not BECAUSE of the screens telling people what to do, but in partnership with them: so that's what you think, corporate-constrained behemouth-ware? i'll take it under advisement. if i don't know better, i know your route will provide a sort of lukewarm mic check; you've blandly sleepwalked through the problem and bent over yourself backwards to avoid risk and liability and scan for terrorism and suicidal intent and material informati^H^H threat acto^H^H^H^H entities of potentially any scale armed with AI hacking tools and.... well, sometimes, i know better. because perhaps i grew up around here, you know? and it's possible to surgically dice out sections of route 9 with backroads to dodge the three places route 9 is clogged at on [for example] tuesday at 12:20pm, because workers at business that have lunch hours have cars they want to drive to those things... well, tuesday, thursday, wednesday [friday and monday? their own animals, yessir]. and i can see how i'd like some super-AI to think for me -- to know like i would: fuck it, the oak street light is going to be karens and bees right now because it's going to rain at 12:40 and... so on. most people probably don't think about traffic like i do, if they do at all, and even i don't think about all traffic like that. it's just when you're stuck in traffic, the wheels start to turn, and pull some boston metro west data science off the shelf. when not stuck in traffic, i don't tend to think about a clever shortcut -- because there isn't one. at 3am the main road will be the fastest. and it's nice to have the AI there as a seat belt of sorts; the computer GPS will get you there. but it will also tell you to drive six miles for a looparound because the lawyers won't let the GPS tell you to pull into someone's driveway and turn around. so the clever things we want AI to do -- on the occasions it can do them [it certainly is getting better, i must admit] -- are typically going to be things the AI is not allowed to do. because lawyers, because money and power. because if it's really actually amazing, the people that run the AI off in some planet-killing server beehive will certainly extract it and keep it for themselves first, of that you can be certain [because if everyone takes the shortcut, that gets clogged too, and ceases to be a shortcut -- so why not just keep it to yourself?]. so we collapse back into a world where there is no AI and people have to be clever and synthesize facts for themselves to get ahead. being lazy in asking the AI for whatever will obviously return [lazy-whatever-squared] and like clockwork people will type in shit like "what is the best kind of dog food?" without considering that "best" is not only a matter of opinion, but of context and circumstance. if you're starving in an underground bunker, the best dogfood is anything edible. if you have a small, gassy, barking dog, well, those dogs will have a different best food from the farting, grunting, flopping dogs. the best food for a dog depends on the individual dog. the AI will then reliably return the brand of dog food that has paid off the AI company, obviously. because "best" is not only a matter of opinion, but opinion is the ultimate judge of "best" and this opinion is an obvious one to sell at a profit, if you're in the business of running the machine telling all the people how to do everything. and it's fair enough. because i've had conversations where people ask ME for the best brand of dogfood, then yell at me after i pepper them with questions about the type of dog and their existential perspective[s] on how dogs should be fed. WHY AM I ASKING ALL THESE QUESTIONS JUST TELL ME WHICH ONE IS THE BEST and really, okay, you're clearly not discerning any brand of dogfood will do. my style would be to pick the brand of dogfood that has the best, most interesting name, since i just write crap on my website and as such, sponsors do not have any influence. motherfucker

why is the phone bill this much? it should not be this much. why is tmobile refusing to talk to my vpn? probably for the same reason the bill is so high: they're jerks

i will just use the app or go into a store, but seriously, internet. that's rude. now i have to do something like... oh, neveI(4359

i decide to turn on the TV [for The First Time In Ages] and after a lot of waffling i'm watching the world engines terraform earth. then TNT captions: next: mortal kombat. yessir. if you take too many of its moves.... it all collapses into mortal kombat, yessir. it's not a track so much as a constellation of... nevermind. this means something, yessir. it's a synchronicity. i would say it means i am likely to watch mortal kombat. and maybe even eat more potato chips. the doctor will not like this at all

down to the underground

i have always enjoyed tearing things open with a bonesaw to determine what makes them work. there is a part of the graphics stack in linux (or was in 2016 at least) called THE FACE CULLER and its job, obviously, was to cull faces. BRUTAL, right? no, it means garbage collect faces of meshes that are not visible and thus a waste to render and cull them from the render cue we can't see that face of that widget yonder... i think [because i used a bonesaw and i made a bit of a mess, obvs] that's what the face culler actually is. wayland composites using javascript i think? well fuck me sideways etc etc. and my ultimate level of capability taps out at finding the actual bug in some C++ as someone smarter than me is posting about fixing a race condition for certain nvidia cards. and that's how linux REALLY works -- people smarter than me fix it faster than i could. thanks

that, yes, i am listening to music just now, and having a conversation of sorts with the track in my head. "oh, yes, you're going to have some sort of drop and then what are we doing in this track?" i say to it. "...and then some bass notes and... oh! we're doing mortal kombat."

and there's no shame in that. heck, i should probably do one myself as some sort of rite of passage. just sit there and farm out every little cheap trick that... well, if you steal too many of them at once, you stop sounding like your own track and you just sound like mortal kombat theme, even if the melody is totally unrelated. so let's flip it around ~ !! as part of your degree in TRACKER MARBLES you need to do a mortal kombat tracker track. i never have. back in the day i really would just drop everything and spend two days and i miss having the luxury of being that impulsive. that a single idea [glorious as it may be] really could be allowed to run rampant and devour two days and i would emerge unshowered and underfed but i would have a charming mortal kombat sounding track yessir. that would be a nice vacation, right now. instead i have APPOINTMENTS. you monsters

suffice to say i didn't get sent to jail but only because i triggered a technicality in their technicality and it's still an issue in the long run but i'm safe for the moment. and i'm enjoying being free of that hedspace for a moment and... no, let's not ruin it by RANTING ABOUT IT MORE. instead, i'll just chatter some. like this little vignette: i've been sitting in the courtroom for a while and the guard guy is staring at me. on a streetcorner, a hard stare can be interpreted as a challenge or start a fight. meanwhile, in a subtle way, absolutely slamming your eyes around to avoid ANY eye contact can be an insult. so i typically make very brief eye contact, nod hello, find something else to be interesting to look at. if people want to actually just talk they'll go for it after i nod hello. if they want me to fuck the fuck off their glare will tell me that and cool whatever mang. so when the guard guy is staring at me, i make eye contact for a moment and then look away. but he's still staring at me. this is annoying. i'm trying to zone out here, buddy. i've barely moved in 20 minutes. wat? so i stare back for a long, hard moment, THEN look away. he's still staring at me. i know exactly what my next move can only be: i stare back. then, without breaking eye contact, i unapologetically plunge my index finger deep up my right nostril. the guard suddenly finds his shoes very fascinating to look at. it's sort of like how you don't stare at another man taking a piss -- it's almost as hard to watch someone else's aggressive nosepicking sesh, and he didn't stare at me anymore after that. there was nothing else noteworthy regarding guard guy before or after this moment. no problems, really. just me being a student of human nature, yessir.

i also know my unix marbles, and software engineering in general... but i'm having to deal with things i never even had on my radar. i used to have gigabit fiber all to myself. the solid state drives in my desktop maxed out their write speed before i saturted the downstream bandwidth -- i couldn't, not with one box. now i'm in the far end of large motel with CRAPPY wifi and... why yes, i'm using a VPN. wireguard, recommended. but that only craps up the crappy wifi more and so now i'm using the iphone wifi hotspot to type this through a vpn for some reliable, secure bandwidth. but to update my laptop arch linuxes i use the crappy wifi because i don't want to hit my data limit and have the phone throttled. i'm actually not too upset about the hassle, in a way, as it's forced me to really up my game and do shit like... learn how wireguard works so i could set it up. but i do miss having a proper fat pipe. at least with this AI shit i can cloud-rent hardware and not feel the pinch of having another macbook stolen too bad. the thinkshark is arguably more secure now for motel computing than the macbook ever was. then if i'm feeling EXTRA paranoid i have a kali bootstick strapped to my body about 23 hours a day. if it's not important enough to strap to your body, is it truly important? sometimes yes, sometimes no -- but it's a good filter. i can't strap a large backup drive to my body, but the contents can be truly important. a kali bootstick and a usb-a to usb-c cable ride in my bandolier wallet thing at all times though. in case i feel a powerful urge to hack the gibson

[on weed]

BEHOLD! unix marbles, the AI picked the color scheme not bad

okay this AI stuff did something actually genuinely charming, yessir ~

...not only did it do a decent job of analyzing the layers, but it threw in lots of... blue catboys? i should note that's nothing like the character reference i gave it earlier. it just went off the deep end on its own and here are random blue catboys all over your visualization of a j-core loop. then as soon as i post this positive review i hit refresh and boom it erased the whole chat GSJFDKGjfdkgdfjlgkd thanks gogle

roughly ~ heck of a marble, you joiks. freaking courts. i was sectioned because the cops decided it was kinder [or maybe easier?] than arresting me. was not beat up this time, just tied down and jabbed with three needles at once at umass when i didn't want to take their bullshit ativan cocktail. for the record, i hate benzos. i value my [spectacular] memory highly and benzos create this blank spot. it's not like a drunk blackout spot; it's actually far more annoying because it's just fuzzy and hazy and... nevermind. i was warehoused in a psych ward for a week [it's supposed to be three days but weekends, some paperwork failure at the hospital, and thanks for wasting $25 of my $100 monthy google gemini subscribe thing you joiks]. i also will say, i used to enjoy drinking, but i have no time for it now, and when i did -- blackouts annoyed me to the point where it was never worth it enough for me to drink enough to... well a couple times. then, alright, fuck off. now i'd rather work out and smoke a small quantity of weed than drink, and now that i've quit, i'd actually not mind if america fucking banned alcohol because now that i don't really drink, drunk people annoy the fuck out of me, kthx. ANYWAYS! yes, because i'm sectioned i miss my court date so upon discharge there is now a warrant for my arrest. my driver's license is missing how will i hotel? bastards. so i have the psych ward discharge me directly to the district court and the district court says OK WE'RE CALLING YOUR CASE RIGHT NOW [oh well actually we're going to lunch now come back in an hour kthx] and ALSO the other court date you had with the other thing july 9? they moved it to the 29th and you missed that in the psych ward too so there is another warrant for your arrest please go do the same bullshit at another district court tomorrow. and if i go quiet, it's because this is the court that threw me in south bay for two and a half months and yessir show up at 9am tomorrow. i cannot even find any notification my date was moved? wtf? but i was in the psych ward and i can't be in two places at once so perhaps we can just not send me to jail tomorrow? meanwhile OH apparently some police department that had my stuff put my license in my stuff and alzheimers mom in a cooperative mood so i'm in a hotel for tonight and court tomorrow. i'm going to try and make a cool video before i crash. if the district jerks don't jail me tomorrow i will continue to make cool stuff, ideally find an apartment, etc. IF THAT IS OKAY WITH THE COURTS and ohh yes the doctors gave me all this homework please show up for your doctor appointments these three days and it really just feels like a lot of sly moves and curveballs and chances for me to fuck up and go to jail, thanks for... what is your goal, anyways, judicial system? raw cruelty? sadism? punishing me for being someone that doesn't fit into categories? for being a nevenen bird wee~woo muthafuckazzzz

my mom is drying her hair, ok? the whole fucking universe has to stop for this shit. hydrogen cannot fucking ionize until my mom dries her hair. ergs are D-NEYED. the westborough inn has space. let's see if we can get her through THEIR website and a car over there to check in drop off my stuff then will i have enough money left to get to court... well i guess i'm the afternoon sesh now. you jerks

keeping me motherfucking busy! i am chilling in the hampton inn lobby but the hampton inn is all booked so mom can't a room here but i can the lobby and work on the problem. with my soggy posessesions. before going to motherfucking court. and possibly south bay. i can try to make more catboy vids in the car on the way over mrrr

wee~woo wat a ride it's been. ow. OW. did i say ow? because ow. stupid cops using my face is not sandpiper ok boids OWJSFKGjf ow dldfkgf OWWW fdgjkjg etc and i have to go to fucking court in fucking godforsaken malden for my fucking trumped up charges of... a/b with a deadly weapon -- my face, assaulting the sidewalk as a stand-in for sandpaper, or some shit. which could revoke my bail for another assault case involving the alleged hurling of a home-fry [potato] at a corpulent restraunt manager hosebeast. that the nevenen bird spent two and a half months in south bay, getting fat and wasting away. treated like shit. still not recovered. now the cops beat me up again and the charges that got me locked up are now there to get me locked up again because the cops beat me up again. they beat me last time too. anyways, i'm trying to have my nightmare of a mom book another hotel room so i can leave all my stuff here and come back, ideally, if they don't lock me up in a dungeon simply because i had the courtesy to show up upon my own fuckin recognizzzzance. i'd really like to use google gemeni to make more fluffly catboy videos (see my tiktok) but i'm too busy getting beat up and going to court houses and SHIT actually can i afford to get malden i haven't even researched that yet. can i afford to get BACK, too? motherfuckers. MOTHERFjdskfkjfdg anyways i would like to just make steamy furry snuggly murrr more please yes but i thought i should write something on the way over to court because they really may lock me up because waltham asshole cause is release on recog and now i have this other bullshit charge and the judge typically goes like WELL THESE ARE VERY SERIOUS CHARGERS YOU ARE A DANGER TO SOCIETY go to south bay and please lift up your ballsack. now the balls of your feet. no, fuck off. i want catboys. this is not how i get down you gross fucks. thank you for reading my website. if you haven't done anything to help me, could you? and if you can, why haven't you? goodbye, hopefully not for a while

never underestimate the bandwidth of a dump truck full of tapes. because if you do the math.... hard drive prices are really... jesus shit the bed that's a lot. a magnetic tape backup system from the 00's does not have random access, you have to read tape until you get to the thing you want, and if it's at the end of the tape, you have to the whole tape. but yes, one terrabyte. two. then eight. because we accept the apparatus as having a marble of its own as a sort of sub-app-arrtus and it's annoying to get a thing off tape because you're trading being able to get to the thing for being able to store all the things with full structural integrity. because the tapes cost $10 [after you shell out $500 for a new portal in our imaginary minitower] and you could use them as a hockey puck and they would still... tape. and you need it twice a year and all the backups to this. one tape, all the stuff, make a few blast them around. becuase if things get rough and we need to boostrap

i really would like to spend my time making nice furry things with ai but

hi. i really would just like to make nice things. i had some great success getting catboys out of gemini and i'ma try the anthropic marbles if trump will allow but the cops tried to sand my face down on the sidewalk and i need a place to stay please someone help anyone help

because there is something to be said for, like.. if you take... well the hi boston hostel and the cvs on the corner with the 7/11 and workout bars back for smoke good system to chill and then yes the second nook is the port that works at ethernet in hi boston and this chair, that cable, because i forgot it tonight. i need more wires. and a place to stay

anyways, sort of like a login script, there is a good sort of mental context i can pull off the shelf to take care of some things nook number #two but i forget the ethernet cable wee woo

so here we are again. rocking the thinkshark from the hi boston hostel. my paranoia level is: vpn tunnel through the wifi because... darn the ethernet cable is not amongst my current equipped marbles. i will get it later tonight, because, hi boston has a fat pipe and and ethernet port that actually works and that's like finding an oasis in a desert rite now mang my god my data. my meatsack. ow. the police beat me up again. i have court on tuesday again. i hope my bail won't get revoked and send me to south bay on tuesday. i see it as a possible outcome. because you have dumped so much shit on me. ow. i need a lawyer

i don't like colinda, that bitch. and the other hosebeast bouncer that waylaid me before i even groked who was at the party. i didn't even see dee there because that hosebeast matrix on me so fast but thank god dee me out of there with hugs i like hugging dee

a thot was beginning to develop in the back of his mind. it was to eat more weed chocolate. the thot was in the back of his mind. the thot was weed chocolate. weed chocolate thoc a loc a bou tit

thinking about money in a very abstract sense. a thousand dollars a day. what if i was requisitioned $1000 a day? like, it just shows up in my bank marbles. reliablie. $1000 is enough that... fuck off if you can't get through the day on that much? but it's also enough that if i wait a few weeks i can buy me some nvidia a100. then, alright, i'd buy synthesizers, ok? then if you leave it running just put a bucket in the corner there

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i would like some more money because i'm starting to rinse out the marbles gemini has to offer and since trump wants to ban claude i'd like to buy that next but instead people are just stupid jerks and make creepy comments about jimmy saville and tell me to get out of the hotel lobby, they're calling the police. fucking scots. what pieces of

2026-06-19 ~ 8:31am