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I keep reading about 'Internet Bill of Rights'. Then people try to get other people to come up with censorship algorithms. "I don't like pictures of scarey clowns" meanwhile the site has a 'block user' feature. Use the feature. No site redesign needed.

And as far as a site goes, if someone is abusing other people through it, making threats, then treet it at the level of credibility. If the site is said to have upwards of 20 million viewers, and someone is posting lurid and desgusting images and making threats to hurt 'you peasants' or whatver, then does that person get surprised when a real person shows up? And says 'explain this'? I think that creeps get what the give, in that sense.

I make minetest things. I do it in minetest, and I do it locally. So I have thought about 'how come I don't pout up my own creations on a page and let other people see it.' then I thought 'well, I shoudl at least go and see what other people have. so I set up and went into a world. It was easy. I had to give myself a name and apassword and then I was in, that easy. So what did I find?

It started out where I was way underground and all the stuff was dumping on me, the whole place was blocks of quarry material and water everywhere so I said 'get out of this'. Eventually I reached what would be called 'the surface' but it had the sense of a skyworld (a sky world is built in the sky. There is no bottom. It's all sky and no die (youcan fall but you won't hit anything). OK you can always hit something. (maybe not). It's a video game. There doesn't have to be a 'ground'.

When I got to the surface there were other players there. I am not sure if these were real players as the sprite, or it was some kind of AI> What I saw was that the whole topside was burning or covered over in lava. What I also realized that for something the 'revert if chnged' feature seemed to be in force. So I went on a rampage of tryign to put out a lot of the fires and it occured to me that no matter what anyone was trying to make there were other people, probably jealous, who wanted to destroy it all. Or why? Myabe not jealousy but just maliciousness? They don't think that it's anyone's something? They have to dump lava all over it.

And isn't that what the channels are, in a sense? But even though there were those placing lava-source nodes above other people's work, there were still people in their trying to toil out something. What? It was intersting stuff. But the world builder mods were not there. So it was all single block click stuff, one block placed at a time and no tiling or stacking or anything complex and gigantic. Those things are easy to craft in a world builder world.

The larpers and the pelicans and the concern fraggers at teh channels are akin, in some sense, to those who place lavesource in someone else's creation in a minetest world to try and ruin things. In the minetest world you could disable the lava source node. Or you could have it self expire if it encounters something that someone has built? But then it's not the same game anymore. The lava is something that lets other things happen. If you bring water to it it will make all kinds of interesting minerals that can then be transformed into useful building materials. That is the way that the game is supposed to work (in that mod).

The reason for the world ruiners? Selfishness of some sort? Perhaps as a way to try and get people to go to a different world, the one that they run? Is that what is happening on the chans when the sick larpers start in with their threats? Someoen posted 'did anyone talk to the three letter agency' about the Pennywise clown picture. I guess you could. What are thy going to do? go talk to the fool? who will probably say 'no, we do this to see what we scare up. And to harden people to the diabolical meanness of certain aspects, I'm hnot really an evil clown creation of popular fiction come to life on the infinity channel. I'm just a bunch of pixels on the screen. I'm a nothing burger.;

At which point let's hope that our dreamy whitehat Fed (with gigantic concern as well as biceps, he's the kind of guy you love having as a neighbor.) tells the larper that 'yes, it's an anonymous channel but you still can't put out threats of genocide clown behavior and threaten to anhillate, muee hee hee, your oposition.

"But I have free speech . . . "

Yes, for some behavior, even if it is roll playing (role playing?), the larping could also be seen as criminal incitment and threatening. You want to push your free speech to the limit? The speech is free, the behavior (posting threats) is real, criminally real. There are no excuses, fools. Stop with the larping.

Remember this: if someone is really planning horror, they aren't usually going to 'dress the part'

As far as an Internet Bill of Rights? I think that the ideas involved still need a lot of work. There is no easy answer as to what constitutes Internet 'freedom'. And the idea of 'open systems' is only as far as the end of the cable. The one it connects to? It's a black box and perhaps not open at all.

One thing is certain: private international conglomeranters, fronts for secret wells of capital set up by ? ? ?; and run by ? ? ?; should not own and control the dissemination of data, the collection of data, the storage of data, and the surveylance to makes the data. And the making sure that the larpers are not real . . . so that everyone is safe (which is an important part of any real civil society. (the fake civility of the incivil society where they would rather have to talk to their hand and don't really care what you are saying? )all of that.

These things need to be better worked out. And all data shouldn't be in a system run by one giant entityt or corporation. So I'd say 'the right to privacy' includes data. But what about data that is needed under a court order. Give the court order and if the data isn't provided than treat it the same way that it would be if they were paper records.

Here is a run down of some current accusations concerning the networking infrastructure and surveylence society that has sprung up, like kudzu, in our wonder world: The problem some say, the recent problems are,(some say) that some few have access to stuff (stuff: data and records, dossiers, of copious information; access to hidden methods, 'back channels' to devices, are alledged, as well as 'hacking of the brain' through various methodologies, much of which is derided in constant attack when ever it is discussed on a chan which says that it's not just crap or they wouldn't waste their time trying to counter it and that leads me to the idea of the singing toilet that a crazy person (in a Kafkaesc story) thinks is TP ULTRA (why not TB for toilet bowl?) and that his toilet was compromised by a bad plumper and that it talks to him while he is sleeping through the singing of the drips . . . and it's trying to get him to . . . do things. It sings out . "Flush me. Flush me!". He finds himself sleep walking at the toilet and flushing it. "I suppose that's better than needing to change your sheets at 3AM because you wet the bed." his friedn snarks at him. trying to make it all just seem like a joke.

So, yes, the story might be seen as a joke: that the brain can be hacked and that elctromagnetic or aucustical singals can create a different method of hearing and that would be a way to 'get into someone's head'. But they would still have free will and can then tell the voices in their head to STFU (shut the faucet off?)

I'd finish that little snippit of fable by having the friend remind his adled companion that the dream was to do something that was reasonible and useful: flushing a toilet after using it. "If the toilet ever tells you to do something wrong, I am sure that you will be wise enough to not do it."

"That's right. Just because I think doesn't me that the thought is a direction to action. Sometimes it's just the residue of something else, and without any purpose or use. I really don't have to follow along and do whta it 'says'." Fable complete (needs work) point of it: you might hear 'voices' in your head. You don't have to listen or agree. You really can tell them to Shut the faucet off.

That doesn't actually get to the other point, which I obfuscate, perhaps unintentionally. There are some allegations that some aspects of the system of failsafes and controls can be compromised, though it would be extrodinary and non sanctioned use of those systems. In fact this does imply a misdesign of those systems: in that they could be used for ill purpose so easily once the gear got known. If this is true we have a serious situation. People would have access to data and methods and controls, and recording equipment that they shouldn't have access to, and they could use the data and controls to do really horrible things, black mail, plane crashes, car crashes, etc. The accusation that has actually happened . . . would reasonable be answered through indictments or libel lawsuits. Will there be indictments? Will there be lawsuits? We are still waiting.









 


I was Up all Night

I told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night
I was up all night
felt like the fight
would be my plight
I was up all night
I told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night

I was up all night
to make things right
to avoid a fight
I was up all night

I told you (didn't)
told you (didn't)
told you (didn't)
I was up all night

I was up all night
not to make a fight
but to make it right
and to make the light

Told you
I told you
I told you
I was up all night


  Go
Donnie
  go!

      TRUMP is a
    mega awesome
     president
 And a great guy!
  
 
  Boom 
      Boom
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People!

    
    
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these can get you banned from school?!:
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๐Ÿ€ Praise God! ๐Ÿ€

Oh the wish of dreaming songs
that all can sing along
even those out of tune
howling as they swoon.

Oh this hard fact
of buzz kill
stories
the week before.
Take note of that sarrow
nothing more.

You didn't cause it
so why feel so blue?
And is there anything really
that you could do?

Just to post these lamoid
draft poems, so chilly
on my unread front page
posted by billy
whose always been inclined
to run on in his mind
and produce content that is silly.

Ah, silly billy,
willy nilly
oh so silly.


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 A hard hearted Rosta.
 A full plate of pasta.
 Everybody knows
 you can never make a 
 girl like that
 happy.
 
 On a brighter day
 everybody goes
 to the high pier
 at the fifty mile beach
And I know
She doesn't look you in the eye
and when she she says bye-bye
she means
by
and by
and buy
uhn't ah
ya huh huh
till all the moneys gone and I knjow

You can't ever make a girl like her
happy
so why should you even try
because if she has you in your sights
she might just be wishing that you'd . . . 
die.

nuht uh
uh ha
nuht uh
uh ha

in the bigger world
everyone says
if you want two 
then why not just take two?
But if she's watching everything you do?
all the hopes that you pursue
and causeing harms that might acrue
if you dwell
in that hell

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha 
uh ha ha ha ha haa

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha
uh ha ha ha ha haa

Everybody says
you can't
ever make a girl like her
happy
It's a brighter day
and you're driving a way
she had nothing left to say

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha
uh ha ha ha ha ha haaa

If you want to
then you don't you just do?

If you want two
why don't you just take two?

 This the part
 where she's breaking your heart.
 
 How can you stop
 when you don't ever start?

 
 I know
 the things you keep in side
 you've been shutting up your mind
 the one's you left behind.
 I heard
 the songs you sing when you are blue
 you make the words sappy gew
 like you don't know what to do.
 
 
 
 If you'd just
 write your songs
 to be for everyone.
 Stop 
 making villains
 of who you don't know.
 You see it all in the dark
 and you write and tune
 and then on a lark
 you put some crappy words
 that actually are absurd
 if you think of what you say
 when you're lonely to convey
 that I don't really know
 what you are rattling on.
 Can't you think
 of better words
 for your rage-head
 anthum song?
 
 
 
 
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nothing
nothing
you don't know anything
I can't take you anywhere
you don't kjnow nothing
and I
don't know
why
with that look
in your eye
that you're starting 
to cry
your just a little
baby guy.

Nothing
nothing
don't you know anything?
I cna't take you anywhere
you don't know nothing.
And I don't know why
with that look in her eye
that I was starting to cry
but the video didn't lie.

I ain't never gonna be
anything more
than what I'll already become
and if you thinking what you hope for
what you left behind
no make up your mind
what did you really find?
Cause I don't know that it's dumb.

If you're thinking about it
and you're talking about it
you had the whole day long
to do something about it.
And I don't know why
you've been screaming and shouting
and I don't even know what you mean.

If you don't love me
then I could walk down along the sea
in the blizzard
with the wind and the flooding flow.
I'll walk off along the shore
you won't see me back here anymore
Getting on my boots and I'm going to go.

If you're thinking about it
and you're talking about it
you had the whole day long
to do something about it
and I don't know why
you've been screaming and shouting
and I don't even know what you mean.

If you don't love me
I could walk down along the sea
and you'd would see
that you don't really want me 
to go.
But you opened up that door
you said "Don't come around here no more!
Now off with you
into
the blizzards and hightide flow"

If you're thinking about it 
and you're talking about it
had the whole day long 
to do something about it
and I don't know why
you are screaming and shouting
and now you say I must go?

Ah
ha ha haaa
ha haa ha haa ha
haa 
ha ha ha
ha
ha ha ha ha
due do do doom doom doom
da de dippity doom
and the dunes
are flooded with
snow.

ah ha ha Haa
ha ha
ha ha
ha ha ha ha
have you told your lover to go?
And did he take you at your word
as rediculous and as absurd
and wonder off
into the blizzards of snow?



You look to me
like you've been trying too hard
like life's been dealing you a crooked card
Or you've been freaking out
locked out of your car
and then you wondered down the midnight highway really far.

And I don't know
which way
the wind will blow
I thought we'd worked out
yesterdasy
you look at me and have nothing to say.

You look to me like you've been running to fast
like life has bowled you over
and kncoked you on your ass
or you've gotten bloated and are all full of gas . . .
or worrying about a fantasy past.

I don't know
which way the wind will blow
I thought we'd worked it out yesterday.
You look at me and you've got nothing to say . . .

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Here is today's pretty poem:


  

now there is Fake Roseanne?
Roseane Barr is not Roseanne Barr
Roseanne Barr enjoys being a girl.



    
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glossary of what's next

โ™ฅโ™ฅ? :

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

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What we have done
What we have failed to do.

Wake up!

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โ™ฅโ™ฅ Praise โ™ฅโ™ฅ the โ™ฅโ™ฅ Lord โ™ฅโ™ฅ !!

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July

July Fourth

Bright Sun in the early morning. Wakes me up just at the dawn. Rabbits feast on the tender flowers. That I planted on my lawn. And the neighbors cat trying to pounce, tumbles over. Runs away. The rabbits are really scared and all run away.


July 4, 2017


Dead man.
It's you, and Death is there to take you on to Glory. 
Honking Gershwin-like arpeggios from the steam horn of his hot rod
spitting flames in bardo
for you.

Painted flames on the size.
It's a four door model of your favorite car
from 1967
and that blue color you love, like midnight
driven by your favorite great uncle
who always loved you and died too young.

Or is it black, midnight flames of orange.
someone beckoning 
"this way, over here."
Don't be destracted.
Don't be disillusioned.



know it all will tell ya . . .

and he probably won't shut up about it . . .

end of rambles for now . . . 
and always in need of an edit.

June 6, 2017















 
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just because your letters are smaller
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Suns gone
don't follow me
Spring falls 
like rain.

If you don't wait for me
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.

All of those dreams I had last Summer
they fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to reach out to you
you always act like i'm insane
I'll never wait for you again.

Again
and again
I wait for you 
in the morning
I dream you'll come
to see me
buy you never ever ever
come again.

Again and again
you never ever ever come again.

All of those dreams I had in Summer
they did
fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to talk to you
you always acted like I'm insane
I'll never wait for you again
I'll never wait for you again

Again 
and again
I dream
you come
to see me
I dream that
we are walking
down the long and storied lane
and you'll always come again



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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.

by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Stop tweeting already.

Mr Trump: your 'base' stopped listening to the New York Times, CNN, Time Mag and all of the corrupt voices of political opportunism a very long time ago.

Please stop with this battle. It puts you at their level.

There are sane voices on the left. They have ideas that might work for some things. Try to listen to them instead.

OK, I dare to speak to you as if you read this. If you swim in fetid waters, you might have a choloric reaction. When you back-at-cha meanness to those who lie for a living, you are swiming in the same sewar which they do.

There are sane and rational people of ideas, on both the left and the right. Please, as our president, engage with them. Mud Wrestling is fun in some sense if you like that. But you weren't put in office to be a put-down commedian, though you are amoung the best at that if someone 'gets' your sense of humor.

In many ways politics ought to be humorless. Too often a joke that goes bad can result in a major 'affair' or diplomatic kerfuffle (what the hell is a kerfuffle?)

But then again, it's what is on your mind. So who is your audience? When you say that so and so is bleeding? who is your audience and what do you think they 'get' from these concepts that you present. Often in the early A.M.?

But here it is: it's a kind of warfare, people. Mr. Trump is lobbing these tweet-bombs at them in the early A.M. and they are up and trying to ascertain how they can throw it right back at him mean while, meanwhile. Do we really know the time line of these tweets? Maybe he thinks up a bunch at brunch the day before and then he times them to wake up all the people who are always talking him down. They get up and loose sleep and loose their minds. What is Trump thinking? Why is he doing this? What purpose? Who does he think thinks this is funny?

So Donald is at war with them, in a strange way, as if it's a celibrity roast.

Donald, snap out of it. You've got to be someone who doesn't play to the peanut gallery. Ya, yucking it up with put-down commedians is a gas, and they might touch a nerve and actually make someone have a moment of self reflection. But a diplomat or a president has to be much softer spoken. But you got the bar-guy personality, I know this about you because I can see it in you, Wharton guy too, you know what I know about Wharton: the guys really were 'the guys' that you'd want to hire to get your business doing things correctly to turn a large profit. So you aren't a joke. But you played it like you were, it was your 'brand'. You with the orange hair, like Heat Miser from the old cartoon puppet Christmas XXX-a-ganza (that's a word that will get you banned from Tweet land, so i've exxed it out). But it was a happy kind of obviously puppet fest.

But here is the thing about Donald: he's not a puppet.

And for all of you who hate him, so what? That's your flaw not his. You hate. Not him.

But when he tweets about people bleeding, something that's hard for people, and some people say, say that it's a sign . . . stigmatta.

But when he tweets those really mean things it does seem that Mr. Trump is hating. And hating a person. No matter how vein or misguided or addicted to 'looks' that someone is, that they get themeselves cut up so as to 'look' better, which doesn't always work, isn't it a medical condition, either a form of obcessive compulsion or . . . a deep seated sense of worthlessness tied to body image? Something to be pittied? A person in need of loving and understanding, a private thing, pathethic you might think. But even more pathetic to talk about it to the whole world, who, by the way, are reading all of your tweets and trying to make sense of them. I'm talking to him as if he reads this, but I kind of know . . . that he's got more important things to do. I've been his ardent supported about a lot of what he's doing. There are a lot of topics about which we could disagree. But in the end we all have issues, personal issues, that we all must face. If we use other's issues against them, that are out side of the domain of politics and in the realm of the personal or the medical, we seem to have a callus disregard for their well-being and the eventuality of their enlightment and coming to terms with whatever obcession is driving them into dispair to the point of letting someone cut up their face so that they will 'look' better.

I'm showing my judgey way, at times. Vanity is a weight that drags people down. That announcer or new reader (I don't know her name, I don't watch her show) ought to know that in the realm of ideas if you look pretty that doesn't make your ideas more valid.

Maybe that's Mr. Trump's point? But that's not what he said.

Maybe he's got the voice recognition on and it's just transcribing what he's saying while he's talking in his sleep.

Main point: don't hit send. Review your content and post it later. I don't always follow that rule myself. But I'm not the President of the United States of America.


June 30, 2017

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Bad Science Fiction
Written by creepy clown-writers 50 years ago

Far fetched narratives with certain common themes can be very scary if you don't understand that it's all just a story . . . or is it?

You do know the difference.

There is bigger news about. And everybody knows it. Don't fret the bogus scary stories, real news is afoot. You just don't know where to find it yet.

People like a story with an ending where all the blameless are safely home and free. All the ones who were causing problems are gone. Problems all mitigated. What just happened? No one is ever really sure. Everyone has a different story to tell. Some people say it's all just a fable, why believe these tales of glorious peeping? Oh, ya, peepers come in early Spring: so soon. Spring Peepers, that is.

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Poem Shards

just who reads, who writes these poems?
off a mountain road the poet roams
but only in a poem.

Realizing that the empty 
is empty
and not needing anything there.

just who shows up and for what?
I'm lonely or am alone or what does it matter?
driving off towards the nothing
walking along the nowhere path
up high
sure, it's a pretty view
but seen it, done it, jaded, back to the air port
he flew
his fantasy of happy vacation was through.


The deep snow.

The deep snow. She doesn't know how deep. She didn't think about it. Depth of snow no one know in rills and hollows where you shouldn't go when the storm is fierce and the night is cold even you shouldn't be so bold. poem is from 2012 short story titled Blizzard Baby The morning light is hued in cold awareness. Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn. The tracks melt by mid morning. Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway. This giant bubble that we call awareness? How could it have been formed? Seemingly hollow, it's filled up with you reading this and wondering where does this idle poet get his idle hours to spew out this bubble web of hollowness? ๐Ÿšฆ ๐Ÿšง ๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿšฉ ๐Ÿšช ๐Ÿšซ ๐Ÿšฌ ๐Ÿšญ ๐Ÿšฎ ๐Ÿšฏ ๐Ÿšฐ ๐Ÿšฑ ๐Ÿšฒ ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ› Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Woof and woe๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Space Ship snowman floats off towards Billy Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›

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Code Review

Purpose of such a review?

I would take new work, but I don't know how to get back into the job market.

I've got these ideas about . . . and if I tell you I won't actually do it.

to be said in a robot voice, with a sound effect quality from the 1990's: "Bitcoin is crashing, crashing"

But who am I to talk? I used to collect stamps.

I read in an article that people make upwards of $100,000.00/month running a . . . drum roll . . . MineCraft (TM) server. The article was about how three students at Rutgers . . . invented the world's worst computer varmint (mole? weasle? worm? viris?) so that they could take down rival MineCraft servers. It's a real story.

I don't do MineCraft, but I do minetest, an open source version of the same thing. I think such 'infinite world' topography simulators and gameish environments are a very lot of fun. I tend to use the world builder commands and loving the stack and stack2 commands (stack2 is the most useful). But really minetest could go to a higher place if they would . . . and I have a list of different ideas that would need to be better presented. Think like Einstein: don't just map in 3-D. Don't just allow only six directions. Allow for other orientations. Allow for importing in fragment matrices to use as templates (that is kind of . . . what the saves are.) have a better sand box. The pieces are all there, you jsut have to allow for rotation of elements and also that htey need not conform to having to live within that particular matrix.

In life, as in video games, it's better to avoid the battle. In a video game if you 'like' the battle, well, that is your thing. In the real world if you like the battle, you might not be suited as a peacemaker, but instead maybe a pretty good football player, some kind of wise quarterback.

I like playing minetest without having to fight off the dragons. But the dragons still show up occasionally. I'm doing something like building stairs between the levels, or stacking glowing bricks into a pyramid, and the figgging dragon shows up and starts shooting me with fire. How annoying. It's just a process, really. So, instead of a 'kill', one instead can defeat this . . . .creature of the game by blocking it in (so it can't move and withers away. OR. You lay down a couch and sit in it. The dragon will attack, but the couch always restores all your health, so the attack has no effect. As long as you have an adequate weapon, you just sit there with your finger on the hit button, or tapp it repetiviely, and eventually the dragon will die. Yet a third way is to remove the dragon mod, and then it won't show up any more but they are cool when they don't attack, so I leave them in the game. Plus if anyone breaks into my world (how could they?) and wants to hang around they'll have to face dragons (but I don't network my worlds, though I could, couldn't I).

I like blender better for precision. It would be awesome if there were a blend of minetest and blender (a single application) minetest-blender-neverball-civ-browswer. Each block with 6 faces can have 6 different feeds . . .

On anohter note: it is said that quantum computing will disrupt the whole crypto chain dream-space and the byte-con (byte-console?) bit-cion (bye coin?) phenomena. A few years ago I heard how gold can be faked in many different ways and that even getting a slapped coin didn't really mean that you actually had the real thing. That sounds a bit paranoid, but . . . buyer beware. Seriously if you are just starting to by metal today, thinking that bitcoin is crashing, you probably are just a desparate person anyway, unhappy in any case, and one who doesnt' plan well for storms and rain. It's going to rain sometimes. If it's a storm, that is why there are root sellers. Root-kit sealers? Nave sealers? Face-crock sellers? ROOT Cellars. Where you go when there is a tornado. Other than that you can hunker in and pray.

Yes, I think that bitcoin mining is interesting, but a far better use of a hybirdized processor array video system, with very many cores, a better use: is design. Design of scenes. Design of toy-things. Design of video game objects. Website design. For the lookup and presentation of complex data. But not just for that but actually do that with it. You have a super computer that can do it well, and instead you heat your house and mine bit coin and waste a very lot of electricity for something, that as soon as the quantum computers are actually annonced, something that won't be worth that much anymore if it['s all just cracked, first thing, but willful operators and their spiffy new cmputer system. My guess is that someone might already have them and the only reason they haven't done it yet is . . . they are just being nice.

hey, I don't know how block chain works. Maybe it will stand up to the test of dysruptive technologies such as quantum computers? I don't really know. So if you know that your purchase is a good one, and it's not just a way to launder your crooked money, or to try and hedge against the meanness of the cartel world, then go pay your 10000 dollars per bit coin, which used to be 10 cents when it first started. I've been wrong about commodities in the past. But at least if you buy a box of silver eagles, for about 10,000 american dollars (Ampex today), at least then you actually have a box of silver. Better would be a box of Rhodium.

If you could convert all of that to Rhodium, how much would that be worth: approximately 500 ounces of Rhodium! That would be a very very lot.

Now I'm just plugging my Spaceship Snow man fable, that I add to every year starting in November, or so, and post it during hte Christmas and giving season. And in the stoyr the guy who owns the giant carosel place, in the piney-marshlands of the Piney place (NJ what exit?) had invested in bitcoin back in the day and got it all out and took delivery in silver wire (which he purchased from a place in Bergan County, in view of the bridge)

But later, after the storm that hit suddenly just the week before Christmas, when all the lights came on for all the stuff and he didn't know how, he did a test on his wire, because he's got all the rock-shop gear (he is a rock-head. They called him Geometry Bob, back in the day, when he was in it). It was stupid to take deliver all in silver plates. but he figured betst thing he could power up all the gear that he also purchased (first from china) and set up on the turned over Ferris Wheel (that was a Ferris/Tesla hybird. In this fiction Tesla and Ferris are buddies, secret buddies, and Ferris was working secretly with Tesla behind the backs of the cartel, but isn't that a grand fiction!

So in the story he tests his silver and finds that it isn't silver any more and that it's turned to something else but before he actually tests for what that something else is . . . he . . . has an episode of sadness and introverted rage, when he withdraws from the world for a while and retreats into what he calls his Bee-at cave. With a little superbee emblem next to the door like a mizzuzza on a house (not made of Rhodium, but of Silver) that a lot of people won't use anymore because they fear those who don't like the ones who do that. And the back seat of an old Coronet next to the wall in the hallway. The sumer comes and all the rides are tested for safety and the seats are made clean, and they might even put on new paint. But in the Winter, the place is usually left alone. He lives there like a hermit at times, down within his broken dreams. All his millions and millions of bitcoin winnings, on which he had failed to pay even one sliver of taxes on any of it . . .

But if it's all been lost? He ponders that. He retreats into his collection of super movie heroics and animated television worlds, ignoring his new quantum 8 infinity, double infinity update super computer, wiht the coolest and most precious LED lighting system surrounding the case and controllible on an ap on a tablet, that simulates it all in a three-d space, and allows him to control all the lights on all of the holiday display bots that he keeps adding onto, year to year, but he's just never turned it all on himself. Ya, it did come on by accident the night of the storm, and then he was afraid again. But not to be too gleeful, because that might call attention. He wasn't going to have any problem declaring a profit and paying the taxes because on further look, with his expensive geologist the ready dude hiker equipment (it was all 12 and 24 volt gear and easy to maintain as well as to hauol around wiht you.

by then dad is saying that the web page is causing yawns, even for me. Who can keep up with these made up stories of false histories? Tesla? Edison? Ferris? New Jersey? Pennsylvania? Ohio?

Yes. when it's time for bed dad maybe picks a famous story. He reads it till they tucker out. If they have questions he answers them. Then he goes off and thinks about how . . . just how mayebe . . he could figure out how to make silver into Rhodium. And if he does he might not tell anyone. What would his kids think? "You won't even tell us, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. Tell you, and the whole world."

"That's a better ending."

"It would also be a begining."

By then the children were sleeping. The story had put them to sleep.

Jan 17, 2018






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