Back "OFF" RIAA?

Today we announce a massively distributed copy-less file system. A place where all content is available instantly, anonymously and to everyone, without breaking any laws. Today we announce the Owner-Free File System. An island of sanity in your sea of madness.

Boycott-RIAA - Closing Letter to the Copyright Industry Associations of America

Well, isn't this an interesting find.   I haven't checked out the system or anything yet, but the write-up's are a wonderfully refreshing read.  I'll offer one more quote and leave the rest for you to figure out.

OFF SystemThis is exactly what the OFF System does, but instead of adding it uses another logical process called XOR that simplifies the programming. Otherwise the logic is exactly the same.It then spreads each number to different servers around the internet. This is done to speed retrieval. No fancy encryption is needed as each number has no meaning. No anonymity is needed as no one can tell how the numbers are being interpreted. That is why we termed this a “Brightnet”. No secrecy is needed.

OFF System Development » Overview

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The Lost Numbers, The Prisoner, and Self Analyses

Everybody is thinking way too hard about these numbers when the answer is really pretty simple. Granted, there are a few things one must grasp before coming to the conclusion I'm about to offer up. I'm not going to say much because I'm not down with trying to convince anybody of anything... those that understand--will simply understand, and that is all there is to it.

The number 9 is very important in most modern allegorical tales. Twin Peaks referenced it (but referenced 3 and 6 far more, given the story's subject matter), but much more importantly... The Prisoner thrived upon it. I will give the "spoiler" prerequisite warning before continuing... don't read this if you can't think abstractly, or if you don't want to read any theories about ABC's television show "Lost" or the classic CBS/BBC television show "The Prisoner". There.

The Prisoner had many, many scenes toward the end of its run where, even on a blackboard, it was directly pointed out to the viewer that numbers, and their lateral relationship to letters, are vital to decrypting everything. For example, in the second to last episode, called "Once Upon A Time", there is a scene where Number 2 is teaching, (or reminding, rather) The Prisoner about William Shakespeare's 7 stages of Man, and on a blackboard he has written the following: A = 1, B = 2, C = 3, D = 4, E = 5, F = 6, G = 7. In my opinion this is the Rosetta Stone of the series. Following this pattern we come to 9 equaling I, and I being a metaphor for "Self". As I said, I'm not explaining everything here, so "why" Self is important to The Prisoner is one of those things you either recognize, or you don't.

Well, the people that recognize this will also recognize a lot (a lot) of parallels between The Prisoner and Lost. This 9 thing is no different. Here's the math.

The Numbers:  4, 8, 15, 16, 23, & 42

Equation 1:  4 + 8 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 2 = 36 = 3 + 6 = 9

Equation 2:  4 + 8 + 15 + 16 + 23 + 42 = 108 = 1 + 0 + 8 = 9

Note with Equation 1 we come to 36 and then recall what I said earlier about Twin Peaks... I'm sure the numbers 3 and 6 will be vital in Lost, but not nearly as much so as the number 9.

Now if you think this is ridiculous, also note that there is no coincidence here that the countdown on the clock, for "The Button", begins every time at, you guessed it, Equation 2's 108.

If you pay attention you'll see the number 9 worked into Lost quite cleverly.  One example that immediately springs to mind are the 9 monitors on the wall when Lock discovers the monitoring hatch.   There are others, but I'm done for now.  I'll probably cover this more in-depth later, but I felt the need to touch on it now.  <3

Note: With Allegory one must recognize that this will, more than likely, not be spelled out verbatim to the viewer... rather, there will be some more logistical, story-based reasoning for the numbers... but, ultimately, their explanation will always come down to the aforementioned reasoning.

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Bukkake Is All I Have Left

Haha.

http://artbomb.net/comics/breslin.jsp

Not that it's humor, but yeah. Haha.

Sorry, I can't feel bad for you, bukkake-girl. I can, however, shoot a giant wad of laughter in your face. Ooo, sorry, I got lotsa HAFUCKINGHA in your eye. Need a rooflesponge? How about a--oh shit, I just HAHA'd again, LOOK HOW IT MIXES WITH ALL THE OTHER GOOEY BWAHA'S IN YOUR FACE-- OH NOE, BUKKAKE-GIRL--THE LAUGHTER IS SEEPING INTO YOUR EARS!! What, you like this? YOU LIKE IT, DON'T YOU? FUCK! Yeah, fuck, maybe that guy over there can give you some sympathy, I got none. Oh SNAP--he's DROWNING YOU in sympathy... damn, I've never had that much sympathy to give anyone... come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen that much sympathy spewed at anyone... that's buckets, and buckets of sympathy seeping down your face, bukakke-girl. Oh wait, here comes somebody else... I bet he has some tears for you--oh, no.. no, no... it's laughter too. He didn't even make it to the plate! WE DON'T NEED PREMATURE LOLLERS THX GET OUT!!!!

Oh, fuck... I'm done.

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Walking the Electrical Path

I had gotten used to walking. Especially when I was staying downtown, I walked everywhere, and it was wonderful. I'd lost quite a bit of weight and it just felt good. Over the last several months that got downplayed quite a bit to only walking a mile or two every day. Now it has dropped to literally nil. I sit in front of a computer working on projects, browsing, learning, socializing, then I wander off to eat, come back and do all the aforementioned again. Very repetitive and wearing. My body is screaming for yesterday. So, today i took the initiative and, rather than go for a walk outside, I tackled the treadmill at my mother's.

Treadmills are good for--well, honestly I can't think of a real reason to use one. There's an aesthetic beauty found in taking walks... long, long walks. It can soothe and quench and tame and ignite everything in the mind, body, and (eh) spirit; streets, trails, parking lots, alleys... it's all wonderful. You smell things you've never smelled, see things you'd never notice otherwise; everyone of the senses begins living again. A treadmill however is not enjoyable. It's walking without moving and that's just stupid-ridiculous. Loud, humming, and vibrating... the treadmill was just unpleasant. With all of the negatives stated, however, it did feel good. I was nearly running on the damned thing for an hour(and Trench don't run, bitches!) . I feel great.

I plan on doing this twice daily while I can. See, I'd go for real walks but ghetto dogs (mostly pit bulls), they tend to want to eat my face and, well, I'm just not down with that. :)

Google Niceties

There are a couple of interesting things I just found, both via the Official Google Blog.

First up we have Google Movies onebox. You know how disappointed you are every time you call the movie line and it's not Kramer? So you end up going to a horrid local site to find out what times the new American Pie is playing (you douchebag), and at what theatre? Well, I've used Rotten Tomatoes for this for awhile now, and while it's a wonderful site, there will never be anything as simple and efficient as Google. Yeah, I'm a fanboy... bugger off. Google has become the new Movie-Line/Review site. How's that, you ask? Simple, just head to the normal google search index, or use your google search field in Firefox (you are using Firefox, right?) and type the name of the film you're searching listings for (we'll say "Superman Returns") followed by your zip code. Simple as that; here are the results I get using the previous example plus an infamous CA zip. As you can see there are theatre links, time listings, map links, and 48 reviews for the film... pretty damn skippy, eh? Trench approves!

(I highly approve of Superman Returns as well.)

Next up we have the little textular box you see in the side-pannel, just to the right of this blog. Google Related Links is her name, and, in theory, she' be'uh mighty fine ship, Cap'n. It works much like the Google AdSense code does, providing relevant links based on the content of the page hosting it (ie., my blog), only the difference is... these are not ads. The links you see there are not paid spots, nor do I make money off of them. They are simply there for convenience. For example, if you are reading my blogs then you are somewhat interested in the subjects I'm covering. In theory, these very subjects should start showing up in that panel offering you links to other sites discussing the same things and whatnot. I think it's quite awesome; again, Trench approves!

Trench totally hearts the Google Overlords.

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The Plan, Round 1

Okay, starting now I'm going to be blogging twice daily here. Meaning in a week I should have at the very least 14 new blogs, inclusive of this one. Hopefully I'll be pulling more than that out my ass. This will build to a regularly occurring thing. The topic will be "There is No Fucking Topic" and I plan on only allowing myself 30 minutes to write each; for me, 30 minutes is pretty hardcore because when I write these things I'm typically pretty damned slow. I also have very long drafts I've been working on quite often, and up until now I've been counting that as contributing, but it's not. So drafts don't count. Nor do small fluff pieces about my quitting smoking. (Ahem.)

Secondly, I'm starting Project Ranart. Project Ranart is something I came up with a week ago, the idea being to take a solid hour, and only an hour, to complete a piece of artwork that I have no foreknowledge of. The hour starts, I think something up, begin working on it, 60th minute hits and it's complete... no matter what. I then give this work out to anyone willing to accept it. Sounds kinda spiffy, eh? I'll be doing this once a day, and posting weekly installments showcasing the good and the bad.

Thirdly, today I begin work on a project that I'm uber, uber, ooober excited about. :) But I can't talk about it. It's gonna be cool though and your socks will thoroughly be rocked. I will say this much: it does involve goats blood, a lonely virgin-girl (age 18 verified), and lots and lots of meat. Mm meat. Not really. But point is, I'm going to be very busy.

There is also something else I have been working on for a bit. That is cool. And ultra secret. Yay, more later.

Fuck, I'm awesome.

Edit: When I mention that these blogs take me longer than 30 minutes to write, I'm mostly referencing the drafts of blogs that have yet to be posted. I've been working my ass off on those things. You'll eventually see them. I just didn't want you thinking some of these short ass things were taking 30 minutes or longer.

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Dedication and a Thankful Mouth (read: body)

I'm going to quit smoking.

That's all.

Blogger, Words--UGH

Who knew it could happen? A Google product actually went and pissed me off. I spent an hour-and-a-half earlier writing the previous blog, and an hour trying to post it. What the fuck is that?

After I finished the blog I thought to myself, "Wow, this is kinda nice... here I am used to blogging in MySpace without a spellcheck and always finding typos upon further re-reads--but hey, this is Blogger, I have a nice handy-dandy spellcheck at my ready!" Oh how I regret pushing that button. It started telling me everything was spelled wrong! Everything! And it was! All my words were mishmashed with one another. I hurried and exited the little spell window and found that everything was completely jacked. It was as if I threw the fucking blog entry in a blender and threw the blender off a moving vehicle. Fuck. I think it was actually a combo Blogger/Firefox fuckup, but whatever, and I don't wanna even go there; can't kill two sacred entities in one blog entry.

I just felt like ranting.

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BRAINS!!! (or, This is NOT About Star Trek)

When I first saw Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, the most disturbing scene was not Kirk screaming "Khaaaaaaaaan!@", nor was it the death of Spock^®... no, no--it was being introduced to Ceti Alpha Five's only remaining indigenous life form. What was that, you may ask... well, here, I'll let Khan do the talking for me:

They've killed twenty of my people, including my beloved
wife. Oh, not all at once, and not instantly, to be sure.
You see, their young enter through the ears and wrap them-
selves around the cerebral cortex. This has the effect of
rendering the victim extremely susceptible to suggestion.
Later, as they grow, follows madness - and death.

While hearing him describe what they do was pretty bad, it wasn't nearly as bad as seeing what they do. Don't recall? Here, let me oblige, via the script:

At a sign, the helmets are slammed down. As the muffled
shrieks are heard from within, the eels crawl across
the faces of Chekov and Terrell; with unerring instincts
they head for the ears of the two hapless men. There is
some atrocious pain as they enter - then dazed calm.

And here's a photo of their exit:



The thing crawling out of the ear? That's Ceti Alpha Five's only remaining indigenous life form; consider yourselves formally introduced. Now, one more Star Trek analogy before I can move on to what this article is supposed to be about.

In the series Star Trek: The Next Generation (a series which still completely holds up, fucking watch it if you haven't), the second to last episode of season one is called Conspiracy. In this episode, there are some very odd decisions being made high up within Starfleet... well, it turns out, there is a parasitic slug species, apparently unrelated to Ceti Alpha Five's only remaining indigenous life form, that is crawling into Starfleet Admirals and various other such higher up's and such, attaching themselves to the brain, and taking full control of these people in an effort to control our species.

Here's a photo of what they look like:



Huhmp.

Yeah, that is the same photo as before.

I couldn't find the one I wanted, stfu, k? k.

POINT: Parasite things tackling our brains and taking control of the WORLD.

Okay... and here's the point I was originally trying to reach: THEY ARE REAL AND THEY ARE HERE, RUN!

I'm serious. Well, except for the running part. But do that, we're all too fucking fat.

CLICK THIS: A Nation of Neurotics? Blame the Puppet Masters?

From the article:

"Toxoplasma is astonishingly successful, able to live in thousands of species, including us. Billions of people are infected with Toxoplasma, which they pick up from the soil or from contaminated meat or water. In most people it remains dormant, but even in this quiet state it may also have affect human behavior. Some scientists have linked Toxoplasma to schizophrenia, while others have found personality differences between people with Toxoplasma and those who are Toxo-free. It's possible that it uses its prey-altering strategy on our brains, too."

This freaks me the fuck out, k?

K.

I mean the places the creative mind can go with this are unlimited. What if, after enough research, we begin to find that the entirety of our species is host to a completely different, even smaller, parasite? And what if that parasite is our conscience? Our perceptive abilities? Our soul? And this Toxoplasma is just the Satan Parasite... lesser in numbers of the two... causing rebellion, upheaval, wars, extremist beliefs (irony, eh? Stfu)... and... and... and the two parasites have been warring with one another since the beginning of everything and we, our "bodies", are merely pointless tools/shells/puppets is this gigantilactic battle of all battles THAT WE WANT NO PART OF?? HUH, WHAT THEN? WHAT?

Okay, that's all for this time, join me here tomorrow as I teach you how to bake a most wonderfully delicious tuna casserole. Right in your own oven! Buh-bye. :)