Use this thread to post handy to-do list items like grocery lists and New Years Resolutions, random thoughts and stuff
I had one of these threads on Reddit:The_Donald, a submission that had been insta-shadow-banned in seconds by the [auto?]mods because it included a Forbidden Word... and when I noticed it had been black-holed to the world and existed only as flypaper for 'lil 'ol me,,, I just started posting random shit.
I even considered the possibility of creating a userspace linux filesystem that when mounted, posted and read base64-encoded blocks of binary within shadowbanned Reddit threads to use as a form of "personal cloud storage". It would have been a great hack.
An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.
Flies all green and buzzin', / in this dungeon of despair. / Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes, / and scratch their matted hair. / A tiny light, from a window hole, / a hundred yards away, / is all they ever gets to know / about the regular light in the day. / And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', / and weepin' greenish drops. / In the room where the giant fire puffer works, / and the torture never stops. / The torture never stops. / Slime and rot, rats and snot, / and vomit on the floor. / Fifty yoogly soldiers, man, / holdin' spears by the iron door. / Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes / of every tool of pain. / And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop, / where the blood goes down the drain. / And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', / and weepin' greenish drops. / In the room where the giant fire puffer works, / and the torture never stops. / The torture never stops. / The torture.. the torture.. / The torture never stops. / Flies all green and buzzin', / in this dungeon of despair. / An evil prince eats a steaming pig, / in a chamber right near there. / He eats the snouts and the trotters first. / The loins and the groins is soon dispersed. / His carvin' style is well rehearsed. / He stands and shouts: / All men be cursed! / All men be cursed! / All men be cursed! / All men be cursed! / And disagree? / Well, no one durst. / He's the best, of course, of all the worst. / Some wrong been done, he done it first. / And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin', / and weepin' greenish drops. / In the night of the iron sausage, / where the torture never stops. / The torture never stops. / The torture.. the torture.. / The torture never stops. / Flies all green and buzzin', / in this dungeon of despair. / Who are all those people, / that he's locked away down there? / Are they crazy? / Are they sainted? / Are they zeroes, / someone painted? / And it's never been explained, / since it first it was created. / But a dungeon, like a sin, / requires naught but lockin' in, / of everything that's ever been. / Look at her. / Look at him. / That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. / That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. / That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. / That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.
~ Frank Zappa
The deer have pressed in all around me. They're hungry. They come into the Hemlock grove to hide and sleep for the day. They manage the snow so well in their slender hooves. If I was to know that a million years from today my children's children were to live as I am living in these mountains, I would marry me a wife with slender feet and begin immediately to breed a race with hooves so that the mountain children of the future might run through the snows and meadows and mountains and marshes as easily as the deer.
~From My Side of the Mountain [1969],, based on the book trilogy by Jean Craighead George