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Journal: 140925 (background)

Journal by mapfortu

140925. video games.

Today homeless mentioned an idea for a video game or a movie. Let him work on the movie with the entertainment department. A few of the other court members and I were wondering how the video game would be any different than a typical game of the Sims, or similar, with a script pack for all of the workers and their households and the associated social community structure around them. We began working out a game scenario.

The character is Petros Corencelli. You live in a world where software is not as freely written as it seems. Software has been around for too many thousands of years, and cruft is to software as filibuster is to politics. Worse than boilerplate. A cheap facade of semi-configurable boilerplate for the purpose of wasting time, you suppose. You are Petros Corencelli, and you can tell them the quick story about software, because they're offering to pay you to crack this old piece of junk, and you are an honest cracker, and you don't want to fool them into thinking that this one is difficult. Ten, fifteen minutes, at most, and you will be able to turn the core like a rubics cube, make it sing, dance, do tricks, bring pop-ups to the screen or kill them, pop the DVD drive open and eject any sticks plugged in any of the ports, whatever they want. Okay, great, so what's the quick story on software?

Just like you said. It's worse than a fisher-price game. All the buttons are there, but they long since ceased to work for anything practical. All decoration. Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years ago the Six Point Uberlink Software Corporation did indeed standardize all software. It happened, it was sad, but they had the money and the political support and bought controlling share of all the operable fiber on the planet and they did it. You could not produce a running program, anywhere, without using the six hundred point profiling process. What was the six hundred point profiling process? A one-time check on the user, a timer, with some sort of window frame around it to give the user a score between one and six hundred. The score was reported and there really is no point in discussing what the result was used for or how it was compiled or how carefully it was tracked. This was the Six Point Uberlink Software Corporation and they did indeed buy the planet software business. It was impossible to produce a running executable on any operation machine without applying the profiling process. In the earliest days, such as the piece of junk the client was asking about, the profiling was at the first available user text input and the scoring mechanism was related to the amount of time between the appearance of the prompt and the user achieving the enter key. Quite easy, quite simple. The program was text based, the first available user input was near immediately, and the user was eventually going to achieve the enter key. Some sort of timer was applied with a window which provided a score between one and six hundred for the user and the score was reported. Very simple.

Some users, in the hardcore, began deliberately fouling the scoring process by holding the enter key down from the moment they invoked the program. Then came the security wars, when Six Point began buffering the keyboard queue against such false reporting and a queue full of enter when the program began was flushed until the user appeared sane. Then the particular enter prompt used for the sampling was available to be manipulated to any user keyboard-to-enter sequence anywhere at any time in the program. Such manipulations were very technical, and the authors of such programs usually had to simplify the six hundred point profiling down into configurable switches for end user programs using their boilerplate programs to apply the six hundred point profile to their particular program. The switches and configuration options usually provided four or five standard forms, deeper switches allowed for a few groups of a few dozen more which were easily configurable.

I'm talking about bootloaders... obviously.

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Journal: 140618 (j2p)

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140618. Jail Porn.

Mapfortu
Foo' Moe-D

A short discussion on the similarities between modern day stay in jail and modern day viewing of digital pr0n, how both are designed to assist in the methodology to break you down and ship you to hell.

Pr0n is mostly dead people. Perhaps if you are a regular with your local print pr0n provider you may have the opportunity to receive (usually completely unbeknownst to you either way) pr0n featuring people not dead yet. But, even in print pr0n, you are dealing with greater than 80% people already dead by now. Okay, maybe not quite dead by now, because hell takes around eight thousand years. But you are in "entertainment" mode with people that are known to be quite scarce to neighbors and friends usually three to six months post performance. There is a glyph system component to that. Ratios of musculature settings, corners of eyes to cheekbones, earlobes to jawlines, dimples to lips, the lower sides of the nasal curves to the lines of the eyebrows. All of those ratios and settings play a part in the day of atonement party system, the musical chairs system, the minor judging system. The conglomerate set of those numbers rolls and turns and divides along the great wall, rolls and turns and divides as the generations pass. Viewing pr0n puts you in "entertainment" mode, attempting to mimic the characters you are watching, learning looks and responses and questions to get what you want, and you will begin to mimic the ratios and settings of people which, in the course of the daily interaction of day of atonement parties, get shuffled on their way to the end of the line and usually off stage out of the picture entirely.

Don't make that face, it'll stick like that. And we have nerve agent and seahorse thumbtacks to assist in holding things in place, little by little, application after application.

Digital pr0n, if you could find the original screens and handles for the Internet Porn Lords Webring, is nearly 99.999% already dead people. That was the initial complaint of people and groups like the internet pornlords webring, was that all they get were the completely dead people. We'll be killing off our customer base by feeding them this sh_t. Well, you know, business availability, you wanna run it or not, this is the product available. Obviously, all the digital material is all the oldest most archived possible material available. Remember to read the carnival sequence in Rolling Cues, rc-mode-carnies, for a brief explanation of why all of Hollywood, all of media, and all of pr0n is actually somewhat nearly as old as the rooster tail on the running passover lamb. In the case of digital pr0n, you may actually be looking at people that have finally made their way to and through the gates of death at the bottom of hell. Maybe that particular car crash victim has even been steam-pressed again into existence in the kingdom of heaven, beaten to death on the table of the nations, shipped upstairs to the eunuch, "born", and maybe living down the street from you. Not that they would really remember anymuch of the previous life after being steam-pressed back into the world at 900 or a thousand degrees.

Especially when viewing digital pr0n is very easy to become completely out of skew with the society around you, because the facial muscle settings and rations, rolling and turning and dividing between generations and overtime (as in an old manual kaleidoscope), which you are "entertaining" on are completely out of frame with the current running society. Helps you on your way to end of sequence.

Jail. Begins as a social mind trick. The facial muscle settings and ratios during times of "wait", "sleep", eating interactions, conversation interactions, studying (the bible), interactions, watching television interactions. In jail, especially modern jail, most of your jail buddies are knocked-out-colder-than-cold, reanimated, make Lazarus rise from the dead, HA! that's an old trick from pharaohs counting neural revolvers. Sure, we could wake them up, but they're much more useful as robots. Their facial muscle ratios and settings, miniscule by miniscule, are all way down. Would you even know if the others in the cell block were even breathing except that they talk on occasion?

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Jail. Then turns into a social training trick. The muscle settings and need to conform to the group (of knocked-out-colder-than-cold jail buddies) in natural interaction are reinforced by choreograph of the setting and modern social structure. That and the method used to make it through the time in jail. Nobody just sits through jail. Some pray, some don't. Some study, some don't. Growing up, however, each individual is taught a bag of methods which are available to be used to pass hours and hours and hours at a time waiting for the next tray, waiting for the next call, waiting for the next rotation to day room or back to cells or possible unexpected (ha!) lockdowns for this that or the other reason. People do not just make it through jail. Similar to performing a job which you are not accustomed to, or working out with a completely different set of weights and exercises, or spending all night long dancing strange dances that you have never learned and will likely never dance again, you accumulate a neurological sunburn from the experience. You overstretch muscles you would never have overstretched otherwise, you overcramp muscles you would have never overcramped otherwise, and as most individuals will never put themselves through that kind of rigor in those methods anytime again soon, they turn into injuries and muscle cramps and locks like any other in the breakdown method of the sphinx, don't make that face, it'll stick like that, little by little, over time. The psychological procedure used by unpracticed nonreligious individuals to make it through jail is a one-time performance, and leaves its mark and takes its toll. That's the training trick of jail on top of the social mind trick.

Then there's the magnet trick. High power floor magnets. Disguised to any casual individual trying to expose "the TRUTH!" by the high power magnets necessary to run the locking doors and the compound security and surveillance. Sodom and Gomorrah worked all of these obvious moves and excuses long ago. The floor magnet trick, in addition to the strange seating availability and the time spent trying to sleep it through, knocks down the ankles (which you don't use anyway), the knees (kickboards on your turnip cart ride), and the hips (pick up your foot when the music stops, and you can't even feel the top fidelity anyway; no pretzel twist). That has its component addition and multiplicative effect to the social mind and training tricks.

Jail. Begins as an ages old mind trick on how life interacts, progresses to a training trick in the sphinx, and moves on to the gamut of wire tricks available from Sodom and Gomorrah to present day.

And, when the world went to hell, eventually it put a controllable weather umbrella on top of the three-stage revolving carousel. Jail features a ridiculously low oxygen level, whatever the scale of reduction needs to be, the final result is ridiculously low. Jail's supposed to be that 72-hour thing, 72-hours to find a judge or be released. But there's the weekend factor, and then the courthouse as the doctor style excuse of "extra day", doctors claim observation, the court claims backlog and paper pile. EVERY SINGLE TIME I GET STUCK IN JAIL I AM THERE FOR FIVE FLIPPING DAYS. On the low oxygen level. Like a bubble rising through a bottle of shampoo, you just have to wait for that enormous bolus system shock of low oxygen to make its way through your tissues and out. Five days later and my entire gut continues to feel like I was sucking carbon monoxide for hours. That happens every time. Low oxygen.

Ventilation sucks down in hell. That's why we have this aging process; to ensure that you personally do not asphyxiate into vapor lock. The bugs need you as pulsating hamburger sponge. Sure, _if_ you actually would asphyxiate into vapor lock, then the overlord dogs in your area get a little more rack meat tonight, but the bugs have nearly perfected this method for preserving you as pulsating hamburger sponge.

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Journal: 140612 (nerve agent)

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140612. Material updates.

Mapfortu
Foo Moe' D

The Reader's Guide to the Sphinx (http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/) is fairly complete in its presentation. Many people may not have sufficiently digested the material to be familiar with the carnival timeline. You are not real men, those are not real women, those sure as hell are not real dogs, this is a farm, everything with wings is below us.

The prince of lies. Five points. Sodom and Gomorrah meets Little Red Riding Hood. Sodom, not quite buttsex, more like vorpal broomsticks and mayonnaise jars. Elijah to Elisha transgendering plus the accounting method left over from the worldwide monastery which built the pyramid projects. The talking eunuch in the mummies' tomb, turned inside out to make the wicked wax museum, now sporting a carnival top with a triple layer riding carousel and all available Hollywood stage tricks including weather. Gomorrah. Go for more ah, you weren't born, you were hatched, steam-pressed, wings yanked off, tongue yanked down, and got the crap kicked out of you in meticulously neurologically sensitive ways to pack your brain, plus pre-packed known revolver sequences from thousands of years of experimentation. Brain took too much perversion, scuttled the ship, locked you out of the frontal lobes (Adam's sin, you need to go for that walk, we could try hanging you on the tree to dry you out and then offer to you the Hezekiah decision when you cry out and choose the Elijah path because you know we're not good enough to roll you into a dog even if you were dry enough to make the polymorph), twenty thousand boogers down by the time you see daylight after getting fat and cramped to hide the beating. Little Red Riding Hood. Grandma, grandma, what great big ears, wires everywhere, took a while to cut down the trees after the motor powered chainsaw, no way you kept up pressing leaves before the motor powered chainsaw, wires everywhere. Grandma, grandma, what great big dark eyes, mummies' tomb flipped up to wicked wax museum. Humans are so stupid, after convicting all the dogs to the phairies and boarding the phairies up underneath plumbing drain roller coaster rides, now they demand half-heights and furry replacements. Not ra-dar, spy-dar, don't wanna be a spy, spy gotta suck a dog's dick, but nowadays all the dogs are reanimated remote control, so they are the spies and you are less than that. Grandma, grandma, what great big teeth. That's the phairies and other crustacean type insects waiting for you with the real dogs with real live eyes down in hell, but they don't bite, they sip, 100 mL in (pick a layer), 100 mL out everyday, shake and stir the green eggs and ham way to make money to pay rent. Davey Jones lock-up, the hollow deck, the great grand glorious excavation of your ass down in hell. Gang teams of gerbils, the phairies minimummypress project, with hard-hats for no other reason than for me to tell you about it, working 24/7, day and night, in and out, laying in groundwork and foundation, girders and timbers, plumbing and lights, straight up prospectin', mirrors around every bend, straight out exploitin', bettin' on every drop. That's after the abortion, usually around year 4k to 5k. Not much left to eat outside of the shake and stir routine (the people makin' the big money up on stage, and the jobbies cleanin' the cells), but you keep whinin' for something to eat. Here, you never moved any air through these, they must be lunchbox for you. Vacuum cleaner bags would have tasted better, and now you're all hollow-headed, so maybe it's time to let them take control of the temperature and the feeding and everything else and consent to the hollow deck.

David, the sixth point, adds all the lines of excuses for "what happened to wings?" Anything with wings is now below us, we're so technologically advanced, and the eunuch accounting system (a Wizard of Oz machine, a kicksey-winsey) says they gotta yank the wings off the new ones anyway. Been a while since Adam walked off his debt of sin, you know. He's still hangin' on the tree and beggin' for the Elijah vorpal hot seat. Nowadays, to fill the carnival, we press-em and pop-em right alongside the swingin' pairs destined for the upstairs and the meat farm back downstairs.

That brings on nerve agent. Your brother pressed into service is not very happy, even if they are mostly remote control from the kingdom of heaven nowadays. Your real brother is on heroin, doused in beer, stuffed in the crystal ball behind the looking glass and tossed in the back closet. Mostly you have a seance proxy to the gulag video game farm in the kingdom of heaven. That's their path through life as they all got locked downstairs in the high-tech side managing the low-tech carnival top.

Your brother, once upstairs, likes to point you up with nerve agent and seahorses. Refer to the polymorph section of my material. What is sweeter than honey? Nerve agent, castor bean mash refried for months and then sifted over and washed out.. Nowadays purified lab grade VX. Only little points at a time, that's the upstairs side of the video game gulag passing the time on their way to the sub-basement. Primary positions for the nerve agent are Jacob's well, the top of the forearm below the elbow, a second well, in a similar position where the thumb joins the wrist, and the swelling underneath the hand by packing the inside of the shoulder where the thumb meets the first finger. Likely key ligament positions. The "tough points", which you qualify for by arguing vehemently without resorting to swinging or intimidation, are maxed at 160 on the outside of the wrist, across the hand from the thumb. There is and additional well of 30 "extra tough" points available on the top of the inside of that shoulder junction on the outside of the wrist. Even if you have qualified for any of those, you are not mean enough to break them down and squeeze them out.

Your aches and pains, your stiff joints and muscles, the corners that hurt when you reach or play, those aren't all entirely your fault. That reflects all of the nerve agent they point you up with.

And seahorses. What is stronger than a lion? Samson's riddle. If you hadn't been ploughing with the heifers (eunuchs) then you wouldn't have gotten your muscles all tacked up with long-lost boiled down old cousins sewn together with real dogs in the long lost past before the trees hit the sand.

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What's wrong with your hand? What causes that swelling in your hand. Make all the dick jokes you like, we all know the rich kids, the trust fund babies, the friend you have that always has the money that you don't, the coworker that isn't worried about rent, the people that afford and buy things you just could never hit the wage or salary level to have except as a present from that old friend (usually the secret richie kid that then stabs you in the back in the next year or two, leaving you with memories on that one high-dollar car or furniture item that you have, probably your marriage bed), we all know they are the beastie pedos worldwide chipped and wired. What really causes the swelling in the hand is kryptonite, samsonite, combination nerve agent and seahorses, the tack-ticks of the eunuchs, the eunuch's tacks. Make all of the crazy excuses in the brain you like, jump to all of the strange conclusions you desire, you're taking on way to many boogers in the brain and the nerve agent they're loading on you is giving you a Richard Nixon "I am not a crook" complex. The body is a matched set of rigging and, as they point up your shoulders, your brain reflects that in Hosea complex "trees do bend, though straight and tall..." blah blah blah.

You probably don't even know why it does that, do you HONEY?

HA HA HA!

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Continuing somewhat humorously on Homeless' recent entry discussing Hollywood movies as components to the worldwide puzzle of scripture, once the techno-carnival is recognized related to the height of the trees before motor-powered chainsaws, Forrest Gump was recently showing in San Diego Central county lockup. His spine is as crooked as a politician. Forrest Gump is a somewhat humorous presentation of the life of Ham/Isaac/Jesus paschal lamb, and all the situations where Ham/Isaac/Jesus usually get killed before they go for a real pilgrimage (Jesus is hornswaggled by the promise to become a prophet on Monday after the bread check, the check?, the innkeeper wants to know who is paying the check from Friday night, twelve guys eating and drinking all night long, Judas has the money? No, he left the money with Peter? Peter? Who's Peter? Don't even know the guy, you thief! defrauding an innkeeper! we could crucify you, or maybe just send you to the eunuch, or maybe we just take your hand, or maybe it's a kinder gentler world now and we just take your finger, two were bound for Emmaus, A-Mess, Mesopotamia, this finger looks frightened, this finger looks lost, all their hopes for the future had been lopped off and lost... stupid thief)

His spine is as crooked as a politician. Three thousand miles and seven good years later, however, with plenty of raised heels, maybe you, too, could begin working on all of the miniature points by which your spine has been beaten out of position then allowed to degrade over time. Chest x-rays, for example, in county lockup are used for horse racing, as the same competing teams of "criminals" are rounded up and brought in and examined to determine if their spine is moving, point by point, segment by segment, and how much. People getting worse get worked on more, nobody ever gets better unless you go for the three thousand mile walk and work yourself up to it.

My recent chest X-ray in lockup probably told the eunuchs a whole lot about which way this is going.

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Journal: 140118 (ads)

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140118. Advertising.

No system notice, just me with some advertising for you. We run the largest dark fibre network in the world. Keep laying it. We claim it before you turn it on. We have a ball of about six hundred scripts, exploits, overflows, insertions, virus, and worms which we use as a conglomerate cloud network to keep the dark fibre to ourselves. We hit the open network with whatever ipv4/v6 and MAC address we like, and we don't need anybody else's cloud computing software to shield it. We do not want you developing your own botnet massives. We won't even let you do it. By the time you get to testing your botnet massive on any reasonably sized network we will send the dark fibre to cut you down. We don't need to infiltrate your system. We don't have time for that. We have plenty of our own work. We are the most secure data center in the world.

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Journal: 140117 (seco-upd)

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140117. Security Alert.

Silverspur Goldmane
Senor Pedro Marco Agapito Jose Juan Martinez
Prime MInister Lewis Hairpinblue
Revenerable Foo' Moe-D

SSG insists that we implement the bleeding edge material. The high court is working on formatting and scheduling the stack. Until then your systems may run slower as this absolutely terrible hack-kludge-script-poke-bytecode shim is lopped to the top of the static libc.

Systems infected with the DD and FS virus patterns exhibit abnormally high syscalls to all available busses to keep their own communication pipes available on demand. Digital thermometers are often useless, unable to find even a millionaire. Please use standard calibrated mercury thermometers when measuring your mobo temperatures. Five times potassium level, blood type OHMYGOD!, no white cells remaining in even the smallest capillary storage registers, running at about 102 degrees. If you have a good bytecode exploit waiting (in the effort to outpace and snuff the virus) then a reliable method to edge open a few clock cycles for insertion is quip,"You don't look like you have ten years sucking it left in you."

If your entire system encounters a standstill condition, you may have achieved the "town that stood still" functionality of the DD/FS infections. Your system continues to function perfectly for all involved except you. You will see little or no aging in any of the pixel registers even if you could monitor them remotely through the condition. Standstill registers are dutifully postponing their next million dollar update pending the acquisition of a target pipe to dump their cache. Most million dollar registers age at the accelerated rate and drift off into the population every five years. $50 million dollar (yearly) registers look 65 at 35. The 700 club has the yacht card and is achieving outstanding performance in super saturday functionality.

A small script is available for quick-checks. "Do you #$%@ the $%^ for money?" Softer scripts and more elaborate setups have been contributed by the userbase to keep up with the variants which have been trained to hide. If the target tested program drops it's eyes to the floor, usually crossing them, there is a good chance of infection.

The original seco alert is posted below.

140117. Security Alert.

Senor Pedro Marco Agapito Jose Juan Martinez
Prime MInister Lewis Hairpinblue
Revenerable Foo' Moe-D

Many customer systems have become terribly infected with the DD virus and the FS mutations. You will not be able to press any new install CDs. Homey G. Biznatch would like to note that most of you are on Windows systems and never really bother with that sort of operation. New install CDs for your media have been found to be infiltrated with clones released through various branches and subsidiaries of Eunuch, Adoniis, Zorg, & Co. Please do not use such media. We will not allow you to connect to our network until you cleanse and we are keeping the subscription fee.

SSG himself has been working very diligently, auditing all of the registers himself and taking on extra routes and paths to verify posted plate checks, with the eye of a seasoned gem inspector, on methodologies to identify those systems which are so lethally infected. The most recent technique follows.

If they play dead like they've been hit by a truck then they could be a jobbie.
If they play dead like a sack of taters then they could be an infected.
Do they look somewhat queasy looking at the picture of the frightened Halloween cat? That could be an infected.
Do they hear the tapping of the crow on their tailback? That's from arching the hips up, cramping the neck, to play dead like a sack of taters and support the weight.

Additionally, many systems have been found to be infected with the "lucky one shot buck" virus. Common symptoms are toilet confusion of activity formatting lines and sectors and no perception of a graduated filesystem due to the constraints of the "lucky one shot buck" virus. Full rehabilitation of the systems is completely necessary.

The prepubescence virus continues to be most aptly noticed by the absence of the keycode "supra" in the voce() function of dram.d on the install CD (or executable) for your SSG media. Duplicates issued by A,E,Z have been unable to replicate supra.

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Journal: 140117 (seco)

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140117. Security Alert.

Senor Pedro Marco Agapito Jose Juan Martinez
Prime MInister Lewis Hairpinblue
Revenerable Foo' Moe-D

Many customer systems have become terribly infected with the DD virus and the FS mutations. You will not be able to press any new install CDs. Homey G. Biznatch would like to note that most of you are on Windows systems and never really bother with that sort of operation. New install CDs for your media have been found to be infiltrated with clones released through various branches and subsidiaries of Eunuch, Adoniis, Zorg, & Co. Please do not use such media. We will not allow you to connect to our network until you cleanse and we are keeping the subscription fee.

SSG himself has been working very diligently, auditing all of the registers himself and taking on extra routes and paths to verify posted plate checks, with the eye of a seasoned gem inspector, on methodologies to identify those systems which are so lethally infected. The most recent technique follows.

If they play dead like they've been hit by a truck then they could be a jobbie.
If they play dead like a sack of taters then they could be an infected.
Do they look somewhat queasy looking at the picture of the frightened Halloween cat? That could be an infected.
Do they hear the tapping of the crow on their tailback? That's from arching the hips up, cramping the neck, to play dead like a sack of taters and support the weight.

Additionally, many systems have been found to be infected with the "lucky one shot buck" virus. Common symptoms are toilet confusion of activity formatting lines and sectors and no perception of a graduated filesystem due to the constraints of the "lucky one shot buck" virus. Full rehabilitation of the systems is completely necessary.

The prepubescence virus continues to be most aptly noticed by the absence of the keycode "supra" in the voce() function of dram.d on the install CD (or executable) for your SSG media. Duplicates issued by A,E,Z have been unable to replicate supra.

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Journal: 140108 (vids)

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140108. Video.

As homeless mentioned today, there is a small sample available in the music world. I have earlier mentioned a youtube clip for Release Yo Delf from Method Man. The youtube clip I recall was released from, perhaps, Radio Tokyo, a cartoon style clip, very clockwork style creepy. Very amusing and insightful if you understand the entire clip. Considering "only parts of the course have been removed" as a reference to the Talmud, consider an amusement park with many roller coaster rides a la Six Flags. As you enter the park the street mortician (keys? locks? alarms?) from Men in Black greets you with the sample clip "only parts of the course have been removed" and you are greeted to roller coaster overgrown with brambles and bushes and with many of the pieces missing, yet continuing to roll, with people on them, right over the edges. In some places new elevators have been established to bring new contestants to new riding cars at the continuing position while the half crunched and crushed bodies dutifully crawl their way to the next roller coaster line and enter the next set of cars. Only parts of the course have been removed... HA! Ha... ha...

If only I could find that method man clip again. It is so perfect for the roller coaster allegory of the Talmud converted to life in the fast lane with the law of Moses. You gonna get f*cked up at the house at Gerar.

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Journal: 131107 (glyphs)

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131107. System Notice.

Silverspur's Stronghold would like to introduce a marked improvement in service to subscribers and offer incentive for new users to sign up immediately. The necromancer's seal from the printforge has been solved. The interior dome of St. Mark's in Venice, discovered in recent research, is the perfect representation of the necromancer's circle which Lindar perfected. Not the front dome in the picture, but the second dome (go find your own picture if you like). The personages should be replaced with the particular glyphs of the representative ancient high priests, and their names should be incribed around the outside of the circle (with small battlements seperating each individual section). Upon seeing the photograph everybody involved thought,"I've seen that before". Very pretty inside of St. Mark's.

That will increase the resolution of our compressions and clock cycle scheduling by at least triple. SSG remains the world's most secure data center. Eat it.

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Journal: 131106 (rolling)

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131106. Heuristics.

A sign of the times. The world goes to hell every four hundred years.

As court neuromancer I would like to talk about the heuristics in the human brain.

The word "eunuch" translates, according to the time frame under consideration, the age of the world, the surrounding technology, into several different forms. Loseth, sex servant, tonguesoap, castrato, and also refers to the progression of mummification technology. Mummification is the ancient form of healing and, ultimately, resurrection. The user's manuals for the video game "Exodus Ultima 3" will indeed, in the prayer for resurrection, mention that the resurrected character will be "changed" in some way, and the verbage or surrounding artwork somewhat implies a visual change. This is also a product of the four hundred year carnival; this has already happened before, and all of the video games were written long ago as the technology was available. The clues to history are not only in the "Holy Bible", but the "Holy Bible" compilation of history is indeed all of the world's media and architecture--if you follow the right lines and signs and rules to unravel it properly (count be twelves, to begin with, and become familiar with the layout of the babylonian furnace and Ninevah). The game Ultima 3 itself reflects with a knock down point or two in constitution, as I recall, and that could be recovered in other ways. The caveat was yet remaining though that, outside of the stark computer realm, inside the player's conception of their own characters, that the resurrected was somehow "changed". Well, yes. Their skin now looks like we did when there were yet mostly trees around--the skin was rough and ridged, but not aged and cramped and crimped. Ancient monks taking complaints for the texturing of the skin would shrug and comment that it was exactly how it was supposed to be.

The monkeys, seeing that the humans were devoted to the exactly wrong path (but doing a remarkable job of tracking and recording it on the way, in the event anybody should ever decide to try to make it back to try a different methodology), taught the humans how to "roll their own", the introduction of the mummification technology. The humans then spend several hundred thousand years experimenting, exploring, and perfecting the methodologies of mummification technology but with already heuristically trained subjects. They yet had women, they yet had gumbies, and all the humans running in the show were brought up in a world descended from people that were trained from the paper pressers on down through the ages.

When mummification technology reaches not only "roll your own" but also "from scratch" then the brain is no longer heuristically trained. Like, say, EMACS, there is some heuristical learning in the brain which fashions itself to the uses of the user. "From scratch" means that the organs are only onion skin layers, which percentages were perfected with the exploration of mummification technology, and the remainder is pumped full from the "stewing pot of souls". The witches' cauldron boiling down the remains of what was left before. Now, in the kingdom of heaven, quite enormous. When a human is heated into animation from scratch the cells in the onion skin layers refurbish the conglomerate goo and create the entire organ. The brain, however, is as blanked as a freshly zero-filled and formatted hard drive; with no heuristical training from the previous generations.

In mummification technology, the "eunuch" is the newly pressed human with the blank paper brain. They will follow the line and do as commanded (hedged, steered, directed, influenced, trained, etc.) all the way to hell.

That's everybody in the world, for quite some time. In their genome they know which direction the food chain is; but all of the immediate whizz-bang-effects money is right there in front of them, with their family and friends to help (today's scripture: family and friends, those people are trying to get you killed anyway... your friends raid your cupboards and your refrigerator, your family is outright trying to get you killed... and then only really because they are also trained neuro-eunuchs following the line). Then, additionally, the "sixth sense" is your genomic perception of your relationship with the food chain (jobbies struggle with this for decades--but the money is so small it cannot possibly be a transgression... n'est-ce pas?); after eating green eggs and ham they are limited to only the other five senses, and they have the extra money and the kingdom-of-heaven coordinating network.

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Journal: 130917 (cycle)

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130917. DTSS tuning.

I have yet been working with Foo' Moe-D to re-enable system broadcast messages from the stronghold. There yet continues to be too much noise on the receiving end for broadcast messages to be a security conscious practice. Subscribers continue to receive system notices upon establishing their connection.

This is a fully functional BASIC core meant to manipulate several arrays of data, provide for some user prompting and input, return a few results, and provide the proper structure and variables (read your variables, do not assign them) to allow for the expansion of the data sets. The purpose for designing a BASIC core to allow for expanded data sets was the intended purpose of the BASIC core as a privelege escalation mechanism. The privelege level of stdout on many systems is considerd to be concrete standard and shells are designed to report the interactive nature of any garbage which it generates; distinguishing between real hot keyboard input and generated garbage. Many receiving processes are sensitive to the privelege bitstream surrounding incoming garbage and it is good security practice to especially sanitize incoming buffers which could be filled with generated garbage. Yet the privelege bitstream surrounding stdout remains. In a related fashion I often like to point to the "ip.c" and associated header files in ContikiOS as a real example of the amount of available privelege bits surrounding what are considered to be concrete standard formats. ContikiOS is not doing anything wrong, similar ip.c formats exist in all operating systems. Often, on tech boards, people wonder at posts claiming the ability to change this that or the other deep setting on ethernet cards, usually in forums discussing network spoofing and snooping. The settings are usually not so easily malleable, except to the hordes or programmers that spent a few months poring over the network stack as part of a programming course in undergraduate school; a few macros away to full configurability. The same is true for stdout.

The BASIC PRINT statement, due to the level of the BASIC interpreter and processes, provides a very desireable target in the realm of inherent privelege escalation. Analagous to compiling your kernel of your favorite OS with a hook to a few macros such that many of your deep settings on your network and video card identifiers are tuneable and not so hard coded. On a system, a DTSS system or really any surrounding OS environment, the running kernel should be able to query the BASIC process and track the location of the DATA pointer. A C program running in the overhead environment, or a small docking script running in a shell, could then pipe data from the overhead OS to the data pointer in the BASIC interpreter. The data could be piped from stdout, from wget or ftp or cvs or another network process, an entire filesystem could be mounted to the pipe to the DATA pointer. The BASIC program performs manipulations on the data, and there are plenty of data arrangements and spaces built into loopd to allow for sector/track or blocksize type tracking, and then the BASIC program sends the data back out. The BASIC PRINT statement could be used to generate stdout with a surrounding bitstream that hides its non-interactive nature.

DTSS tuning, believed by some to be a sorely taxed DTSS system, exists to time the BASIC core manipulating data with the docking program or script funnelling the data into the DATA region. More tuning points would likely be necessary in practice.

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Journal: 120605 (prop) 2

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120605. Properties.

I was remembering a common physics classroom model in which a hot incandescent light drives a pinwheel inside of a vacuum chamber. Miniaturizing the vacuum chamber and reducing the pinwheel to a chip should allow for a quick connect between copper and fiberoptic. The pulse frequency should be the same to the number of blades in the pinwheel or whatever model the reduced chip works on. Perhaps the fiberoptic cable is not normally used for the resulting spectral range but we have oscilloscopes to locate and tune that. If the electronic transition modes support it a person could hook their fiberoptic cable up to the their washer and dryer 240. In practice the connect would be enormously useful moving from copper to fiberoptic without a digital breadboard handling the translation and switching. Miniature vacuum tubes with nanotech pinwheels. The physics room experiment runs on the incandescent bulb but the pinwheel effect is from an electronic transition and not from heat alone.

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Journal: 130611 (upgrade)

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130611. System Notice.

Increased security demands. Please update your software. General methodology: analyze the code. Find available queus and buffers. Add the following four tests. 1. Is this queue full of crap? 2. If so, how much crap? 3. What kind of crap is it? 4. How to flush and clean the queue?

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Journal: 130409 (netwurx)

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No official release from the court today. The headlines caught my attention as particularly entertaining.

This is exactly how things should work (without getting into details). Nobody likes to hear that Linus went off and bashed someone, and sometimes the more politically gentle wish that Linus would temper a proofreader or something, but in that situation there was a proper course of action. I haven't actually read the particulars but have always preferred the corporate digital lines associated with nV and the long gone dmm. At one time the general approach was to prefer RISC associated corporations and products but we see how that worked out, depending upon the level of the game the individual played at. Motorola seems to do well in the microdevice world now.

Take the media with a grain of salt and mind insider advertising plays. A good story without digging into it.

And this is, again, taking the media with a grain of salt for insider advertising and popularity contest type cliques. The concept of panning and scanning for open devices, reachable at whatever level of IP response, remains a very good one. Compare to metasploit and osvdb. Very good material for forward thinking security enthusiasts. At the shell level consider a long dead linuxdoc for firewall piercing with screen. I thought it was screen, maybe that _was_ the old doc. A tldp search reveals a firewall piercing doc with a reference to ssh. That's good starting material.

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Journal: 130222 (0xdeadbuffer) 1

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130222. System notice.

Senor Pedro Marco Agapito Jose Juan Martinez
HomelessinLaJolla
Revenerable Foo' Moe-D

Senor Pedro recommends a security notice to address a data buffer noticed by HiLJ.

Demonstration:
Highlight and copy "death I'm free" from http://cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/h/a/whatwond.htm
Paste the selection into a Slashdot edit box set for "Plain Old Text"
Preview. Notice the metacharacters.
Paste the selection into a pastebin set for "NONE" formatting. http://pastebin.com/BfnkgvL8
Submit. Notice no metacharacters.
Highlight and copy "death I'm free" on the displayed pastebin.
Paste the selection into a Slashdot edit box set for "Plain Old Text"
Preview. Notice the metacharacters.

Sanitization:
Paste the selection into MS-Word using paste special unformatted text.
Highlight and copy the sanitized "death I'm free"
Paste the selection into a Slashdot edit box set for "Plain Old Text"
Preview. No more metacharacters.

There are exploitable wrapper bits (parity bits, stop bits, null bits, they have had innumerable names over the years) in the whitespace. Researchers in the Stronghold may begin fitting this into comprehensive (eg. metasploit) building blocks. Sanitize your HTML habits accordingly.

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Journal: 130209 (junkinbox)

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130209.

Entertaining for me to note. I have observed the behavior for months now. Each and every day. Every day. Every time I check my e-mail at yahoo, and I open a sf.net newsletter, and it contains blocked images, the individual next to me in public will act stressed as I move to click "show images". Every time. They'll act "worried". They will run their fingers through their hair, they will suddenly move to check their purse, they will rearrange the seat of their pants--anything to act stressed and worried each and every time I open the sf.net newsletter, every day. The same when I check the public facing advertising e-mail, and go to clear the junk folder. It's an e-mail address facing a more public realm of random passerby, it has a junk e-mail folder, somebody decided to put it on a mailing list for some fishy circulars. Every business with a bulletin board knows about that sort of thing. Every day, each and every day I go to clear the junk e-mail folder, the individual adjacent to me in public will, coincidentally at that same time as if they are reading over my shoulder, act as if goatsxc (isaiah on a passover lamb) or sciencephotogallery.com (passover lamb post mummification airbrushed to gender change), or a picture of their most recent performance review, is going to be displayed. The same for Skydrive. Every day I parse over to skydrive in the appropriate sequence of checking and clearing mail addresses and click the folder display from icon to list, because I like list, because ls -la does not have icons, never did, well, maybe small ones if your term emulator was really jazzed up. The adjacent individual will always, in some way, jump or start or shiver or go into some sort of public convulsion to present the idea that there is something terrible happening when I click from icon to list view on skydrive. Every day, every time.

Fools.

Never tell people how to do things. Tell them WHAT to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity. -- Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

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