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Friday, February 28, 2014

Thus Spake Zarathustra



They say that if God didn't exist, it would be necessary to invent him. They also say God is dead.

Personally I don't think God exists. I hope God exists; I pray God exists. But I know it's a convenient fiction I keep faith with because living in a world without even the ridiculous possibility of a higher good is just... well, sad.

So here I sit, and type, and chew on my thoughts as an old leatherneck does tobacco.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Things I recently like



True Detective is basically an awesome multi-timeline show. Episode 4's long take is perhaps some of the best television in the last 10-20 years.

Varla Ventura's bizarre books. Basically a collection of creepy random information custom-made for knowledge-bomb drops.

Open Raid (OR) and oQueue (OQ). Great tools for finding pick-up groups (PUGs) in World of Warcraft (WoW) to run higher end content that typically requires hours of time and social networking investment. Also requires knowledge of many acronyms.

IFTTT. Awesome way to make different social networking sites, blogs, etc., perform complex cross-platform action without needing extensive coding, Java, or HTML experience.

That's it for the moment.

Cheers

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Is Cicada 3301 actually Keyser Soze?


I'm not sure how many of you know about the Cicada 3301 contest, mystery, thing, but ever since I found out about it, it reminded me of the contest organized by James Halliday in Ernest Cline's Ready Player One. The Egg Hunt.

Times like these makes me wish I had some skill in coding, code-breaking, or just plain a genius IQ. I love the mystery, the enigma and seeming-status. I want to see behind that curtain, into the rabbit-hole, however deep it goes.

But I guess I'll just have to be content to stand out as far on the edge as I can. You can see all sorts of interesting things out there on the edge.

Maybe someone will see me looking and take me for a ride through to wherever the final level is.

To be honest, I miss the strange famous. That crazy sensation of falling into something bigger, deeper, and altogether more awesome than the last dungeon in a Legend of Zelda game. I remember when the internet was an open field, full of possibility. Now, it's just a lot of surface fluff and porn. You gotta go to the Deep Web to find what's left of that openness. But even that's no longer right; in the absence of light it decayed. Deep Web holds wonders of knowledge, but also hides pedos, serial killers, terrorists, bigots, and more aside.

Still, all isn't so bad. What width and depth are fenced leaves heights for climbing and air for flying.