Sometimes I wonder if I'm stuck in an infinite loop. Maybe I forgot to define a terminating condition.
Here we go again...
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Sometimes I wonder if I'm stuck in an infinite loop. Maybe I forgot to define a terminating condition.
Here we go again...
fuuuuuuuck i really need to go to a thrift store
Can’t sleep, reading about brains again.
Brains really are like the world’s worst (best?) computer. I find it endearing somehow that humans as a species have basically primitively recreated the thing that is “us”, even kind of before we understood all that stuff, too.
I mean, now we’re using them for stupid things and evil things far too often, but. We’re all just a bunch of poorly cable-managed networks anyway, and brains are certainly capable of that, too.
I couldn’t sleep last night (again, thank you back pain) and I know I’m like 50 years late to the game here but I discovered RetroArch and the fact that I can run DOS games, from their actual executable files, on my iPhone, makes me cackle in a stupid way. It’s wonderful and it’s wrong and the audio doesn’t sound so hot (yet?) but this is the future child me with a stack of Sierra games dreamed of, anyway.
Anyway, I’ll be setting this up on everything now, because video games.
I don't know why, but part of me wants to muck with the metadata of some file, so that it looks like some random GIF or something was created in 1873, or a similar date BDC (before digital computers).
I think sometimes about all the effort that goes into designing computer interfaces to indicate that you've, say, pressed a button, when real buttons just show that they've been pressed by virtue of being buttons.
What do computer files do when they're not open or otherwise in use? Do they want to be opened? Or, do they resent us whenever we drag them from storage into memory?
Do they prefer to be accessed from the GUI, from compatible programs, or from a command line?
How do they feel about being copied?
idk how to explain it but the wallpaper “Bliss” (the green hill/field and the blue sky picture) from the Windows XP OS made so much sense somehow /pos