Jess Johnson - Mother Horse Eyes (2021)
Core Dump Jess Johnson
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Jess Johnson - Mother Horse Eyes (2021)
Core Dump Jess Johnson
March 25 - April 23, 2022
Where's my Core Dump?
Where’s my Core Dump?
In the old days, the most dreaded message on a Unix system was segmentation fault: core dumped. In the case where it was your program that dumped, you then had to fire up adb and pour over the registers and the stack, cross referencing with the assembly language produced by your compiler. Things got a lot better with symbolic debuggers like gdb, then even better with graphical front ends like ddd
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Debugging With gdb
If you need to debug a C or C++ program on Linux, I’d normally recommend using ddd, or some other graphical source code debugger. But if you are debugging remotely (over ssh for example), it’s worth knowing the basics of the GNU Debugger (gdb), a interactive command line tool that can be used over an ssh connection.
To make sure that gdb can debug your programs, you need to specify the -goption…
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(art from akatsukiandbloodstar)
Andrew Hussie in Homestuck has always been about withholding vital information. Consider all the events that we only saw in glimpses in Doc Scratch's scrapbook, or in the character choice menus, or in the glitter-corrupted character choice menus. Consider the reunion on LOTAK, which happened twice without actually being depicted at all. He's a tease. His point of view is "Even though you want to see this drawn out, you know what you need to know." In that light, the ending makes sense. "The tadpole turned into a new Genesis Frog. The survivors won. Lord English lost. The old universe ended. The survivors are happy hanging out together on the new earth." This is in keeping with the way the narrative has always unfolded: you get enough information to know how the plot moves forward, even though you never get all the details you would have liked. The reason that the tadpole took up so much of the animation wasn't just the Rule of Pretty; it was that the tadpole was always the point of the comic. Look. The kids created a new universe. That's what they were fighting for all along. (Apart from not dying, which they also achieved.) My read is that Vriska got the heroic ending she has always wanted, and it was an ending; she died with the old universe. Aradia got what she'd always wanted, watching it burn. Karkat got what he'd told Kanaya he wanted, which was to strike a blow that was part of the winning battle, even though it was a small blow. The Mayor got a peaceful carapacian society. Jake defeated a bunch of villains single-handed through fisticuffs and strike a hero pose on top of their defeated bodies. Jade ... well, Jade looks happy, and that's pretty much all we get. Sollux? WTF knows. This isn't an ending that wraps up the plot loose ends, or that gives us more interactions between the characters we love, or fills out the characters who were undercharacterized. That frustrates me, too. However, for me, it is still an ending that does what Hussie has always done in Homestuck: given you broad empty spaces in which your imagination can roam.* It really does remind me of Grover and the Everything In The Whole Wide World Museum, whose ending says that the entire world outside the book is actually part of the book. Same with Homestuck: everything you, the reader, think happened offscreen is part of Homestuck. * And that roaming isn't limited to people who do fanfic, fanart, or whatever.
Another year done. Another year of feeling like I've squandered all the potential I had as a "gifted" student who graduated high school a year early and started college at 17. Logically, I know that illness, poverty, and general not-my-fault fuckery are why I went off the rails in my 20s and never really got back on. Emotionally, I still feel like it's my own fault that I'm not famous and living some fabulous life at the top of some profession or other. That was what I was destined for, right? The shit of it is that no matter what I've managed to do even despite the setbacks (two degrees, three books, good marriage, great kid) it doesn't feel like enough, and probably wouldn't even if I started winning Hugos and signing autographs. I could write an amazing best-seller that got made into a movie, and I'd still feel bad that I didn't do it 15 years ago. I'd still be asking what took so long and not being satisfied by answers about fucked-up exes and scrounging change for gas money and undiagnosed ADD and wonky brain meds and bleeding for months on end. All because too many adults told six-year-old me that I was destined for greatness because I could read Shakespeare and sing well, and if that greatness never came, then surely it was because I actively wasted my life eating too much, fucking too much and playing video games.
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