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Were you doing a story today at the open mic?
What's it about?
Even as I come to the realization that nothing in this world can pierce the hopelessness that ruins every stimulus I can still come upon, I find a reliable sense of wonder when imagining how patient it has been.
This always makes me shudder with a palpable sense of despair mixed with awe at my strange fate.
I've regressed into sympathizing with it and to turning to its titanic lack of mercy and all-encompassing designs in order to feel anything It's the only real thing, I guess.
I used to be a studier of memetic theories, advanced sociology with a specialization in all things information technology.
I'd written some well-respected studies on general behavior on the internet, the spread of ideas, the way people communicate depending on the subject matter.
Two girls, one cup, but with more analysis, detachment, and looking at how quickly things get attention and how it's related to man's creation of culture.
I decided to turn towards outliers next, the fringes at the corners of the internet, lost information.
I scoured for obscure P2Ps and used extensive programs to make my investigations go faster.
I simply looked for anything forgotten, half-cooked, unique, empty, lonely, or downright useless on the internet.
When I found it, there was one thing that called to my attention, the channel name.
I was using any and all ways to access any kind of IRC there was, trying to see what stood out.
Where I saw it, I've long since forgotten, but what I saw was exactly what I was looking for.
The name of the channel was skewed at an angle rather than a smooth line of text with a designated box.
Rather than text, it was designated by a symbol, and not the kind available through any Unicode or script I knew of.
Yet, upon examination of the site's code, there was nothing indicating an image rather than a script.
The script didn't allow for more than a few channels, and the one with the symbol made one too many.
The next day, I took my hard drive to the garage and then prepared to hook up my spare with my trusty screen and keyboard.
Were you doing a story today at the open mic?
What's it about?
Even as I come to the realization that nothing in this world can pierce the hopelessness that ruins every stimulus I can still come upon, I find a reliable sense of wonder when imagining how patient it has been.
This always makes me shudder with a palpable sense of despair mixed with awe at my strange fate.
I've regressed into sympathizing with it and to turning to its titanic lack of mercy and all-encompassing designs in order to feel anything It's the only real thing, I guess.
I used to be a studier of memetic theories, advanced sociology with a specialization in all things information technology.
I'd written some well-respected studies on general behavior on the internet, the spread of ideas, the way people communicate depending on the subject matter.
Two girls, one cup, but with more analysis, detachment, and looking at how quickly things get attention and how it's related to man's creation of culture.
I decided to turn towards outliers next, the fringes at the corners of the internet, lost information.
I scoured for obscure P2Ps and used extensive programs to make my investigations go faster.
I simply looked for anything forgotten, half-cooked, unique, empty, lonely, or downright useless on the internet.
When I found it, there was one thing that called to my attention, the channel name.
I was using any and all ways to access any kind of IRC there was, trying to see what stood out.
Where I saw it, I've long since forgotten, but what I saw was exactly what I was looking for.
The name of the channel was skewed at an angle rather than a smooth line of text with a designated box.
Rather than text, it was designated by a symbol, and not the kind available through any Unicode or script I knew of.
Yet, upon examination of the site's code, there was nothing indicating an image rather than a script.
The script didn't allow for more than a few channels, and the one with the symbol made one too many.
The next day, I took my hard drive to the garage and then prepared to hook up my spare with my trusty screen and keyboard.
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