Goes To Eleven (defunct)

Stop telling me that people don't have time to post comments! I know that! But when I say that I won't keep the blog unless I get at least three comments on this one post, JUST SO I KNOW WHO ACTUALLY READS IT, I'd like for the seven people who posted when I said I was leaving to maybe say, hey, I read this.

You obviously cannot be left by yourselves, as you can't even figure out an arbitrary, trivial thing like that without making me crawl my numb arms to my keyboard and dump each letter in here to spell it out for you. Imagine how you'd do with Katharine Berry's blog. She leaves more to the imagination in her writing than Hugh's models leave on their bodies.

I'll keep posting.

Haha, see? That was a lie. I totally won't.

(Heads up: yesterday I started a new blog. It's a lot like this one, but a bit more tech-flavored. Email me if you want the URI for it, and I'll see.)

((Alternate ending to this site is about to be up there, and it's far more epic than what I did. I was disappointed.))

Posted by Lane Lawley at 09:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (0)

Well, we had a good run. Mostly me. I liked having a space to vent my thoughts, but if nobody's reading them, it sort of defeats the purpose. I've been thinking about how to end this blog for a while, and a lot of endings came to mind. I'm just going to make this up as I go along.

I wrote a lot of shit before '07, and I'm not proud of it. I like to think that my writing's been getting better, but maybe not extremely. I'm not leaving because I'm too busy, even though I am. I'm also not leaving because I have friends to hang out with, which I don't. I'm leaving because I just think I've worn out the time I had here, and people don't really care one way or another what the hell I write here. (No, two people, you do not count.)

So why do I drag it out? I didn't drag my departure of school out. I simply went on vacation for a week and then didn't go back. Well, I'm dragging it out because end posts usually seem to attract more attention than regular posts, and I need someone to talk with. At this point, I don't care if I get spammed, my email address will be at the end. Yeah, you should actually read this whole thing.

I don't know, this blog always kind of made it seem like I could carry on a conversation with people even when I didn't have such a luxury in the real world. I'd check my comments every day, and I'd be disappointed when I didn't find any. On the very rare occasion that I had one, I'd smile and approve it to be published. Sometimes I'd even do it if it was well-written spam, just because it told an interesting story, and I'd blank out its URI/L.

I'm still asking myself why I'm writing the final post in TextEdit before I even confirm that I won't get the comments I need to keep posting. And no, I'm not going to password protect the blog. Feel free to browse the archives. But I'm done. I know I've said that I'm done before, but this time I'm going to get someone to change the password on me so I can't get back in even if I want to. I am actually determined to stop this time. It could be a result of exhaustion. Or maybe stress. Or maybe caffeine. Or maybe another teen excuse for doing stupid things.

Well, this is the final paragraph of the final post. It's been great, but I want more than I've gotten from this blog. As far as I know, maybe wanting something does make it real. But I sure as hell am waiting for that.

lane@lawley.net

Posted by Lane Lawley at 12:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (0)

Well, nobody's requested access yet. Be warned that unless anybody other than family requests access, I'll declare the blog dead and erase it. Unless I don't have permissions to do that. Then I'll probably either blank my posts or keep them and quit blogging.

Posted by Lane Lawley at 07:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

In one week, at 8:35 PM on Sunday, May 11th, my blog will be password protected. If you'd like to know the password to get in, leave a comment and your email. I'll make my decisions based on a not so complicated algorithm that I will make up at 8:34 PM on Sunday, May 11th. This is mainly because I plan to use language and subjects that may not be entirely appropriate for all people to read.

Post being finished, god damn shit motherfucker. Get your fill.

Posted by Lane Lawley at 08:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

I'm honestly not sure how I've managed now to even drive away the people I work with online.... I mean, if I don't fit in in real life, there should be some consolation, right? I should be able to fit in somewhere, in one of the two verses. But in the past 24 hours, I've been called a lot of awful things online for just asking a few questions with absolutely no malicious intent. It's not like there's too much I can do about it; we get all this preachy shit about how we should always be ourselves so that people will like us. Yes, well and good for the general masses, the people that enjoy sports and sex and relationships and MySpace. But what about those of us that don't? The computer programmers, the young mathematicians, scientists, linguists, musicians. I'm not talking about the people who enjoy things like that. I'm talking about the people that could already be making a decent amount of money with them. If you're reading this, you can obviously tell if you're one of them or not.

We're supposed to fit in with each other. It's how society works. Everybody normal together, everybody else together. Two neat groups, no complaints. But we don't all get along, all of us misfits. In fact, we mostly hate each other. I could be talking to a friend of mine who has a lot of computers and then call him lucky, and then he goes into a swearing fit and leaves.* That same situation in the normal group would cause a big problem. But if it happens in the misfit group, nobody notices. The mean interaction isn't normal, we're not normal, and that computes.

So why, then? Why can't all the groups learn to get along? Because that's about as realistic as getting the world to get along and stop caring about arbitrary beliefs like religion or morals. A static societal model works, but not well. Anything else would be too much work. Oh, here he goes again, complaining about how it's society's fault and not his. Well it's both. I'll admit that I'm a bit biased against it, but most would be biased against things that don't work in their favor. I might be dragging on a bit here, but you needn't read the whole thing. If something is simultaneously the fault of every party involved, then how do we fix it?

No, that's not rhetorical.

If anybody has any ideas, I'm sure you can figure out how to let me know. But so far, I'm stumped.

Ah, well, when I get the urge to go play a game in the middle of a post, you know it's over.

*That's actually what sparked this post as the end of a night of similar incidents.

Posted by Lane Lawley at 11:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

So, I'm sitting in SL right now, riding a 3 hour ride. How? We're sitting on the only still prim on an infinite spiral staircase rezzer based on Meyer Jacob's code. It rezzes prims spiraling infinitely up using trigonometry, and then deletes them after about 30 seconds. We're on a platform, me and Meyer, and we're riding to 4096 meters, the maximum object existence limit. As I type, I hear the gentle sound of Meyer's jazz music over voice and the sweet hum of processing as I'm endlessly carried up. Well, ending in ≈180 minutes, anyways. We've seen a lot of weird things. Clay buildings, fiery motorcycles, etc. But it's an interesting experience.

Picture here.

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