Title didn't strike the Wired writers? Shame.

If so, I'd like to say that I'm unhappy with the way I look, and I know it can't change, so I'm done worrying about it.

I like being able to post, even if nobody can read it.

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.))

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

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

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.

Picture here.

Apparently, a group of 3 people is mad that I left. Don't be, I didn't leave because of you. I did, however, get an interesting message from my friend a few weeks ago.... (to this effect)

"Well, you left school. That makes you a lower priority than [my girlfriend]. If you had stayed, you would be about the same as her."

Glad to see ten years of friendship boil down to that, man. I'm regretting leaving that place, I can just tell I was loved.

Also, thank all of you readers for making it inappropriate to use the language I feel that would be necessary to make certain points.

social stigma ftw

In other news, Xcode sucks. VS08 is still my favorite.

The cost?

$24,771.90. Without tax.

I thought of two things. "Typewriter", and "vending machine". I wondered how quickly I could navigate to the latter, starting on the former's Wikipedia page, using ONLY links on the page. The answer, my friends and readers? Two clicks.

Fluke, right? Probably. But I'm here to give you a SECOND IWBQ (inconsistent weekly bonus question).

How many clicks does it take you to navigate from the Wikipedia page on Second Life to the page on coffee? Make it a bit like the Traveling Salesman problem; even if you can do it, optimize it. Explore around. Even do research to see what topics are related to other topics that might be related to coffee. It's a GREAT way to learn, and I just thought of that right now. :P

See if you can shoot for under 10.

(Edit: done. I got it in seven, and I'll tell you next time I post an IWBQ.)
(Second edit: got it in four.)

I don't have too much bulk for a proper article, but I felt like posting tonight. I cleaned up my room recently, which gave my space to set up my guitar/keyboard recording studio with my Mac. I also added an application request handler for Deltix developers that keeps developers from having to deal manually with hex and RAM. I figured out how many people could fit in a square mile area, and I've gotten really good at Rainbow Six: Vegas and Call of Duty 4. I also found my Ajax book.

This week's inconsistent bonus: tell me how many bits in a Baker's Gigabyte!

(This was a spite post directed at someone most of you wouldn't know after I received a series of unprovoked insults from said person one evening. Why don't you just think before you say stuff next time, unless I really pissed you off? Even in that case, you could be civil about it.)

P.S. Nyaaaaah.

string formatIP(key ip)
{
    list temp = llParseString2List(ip, ["-"], []);
    string tempt = llDumpList2String(temp, "");
    string tempth;
    integer i;
    
    for(i=0;i<32;++i)
    {
        if(i!=0&&!(i%4))   //****
            tempth=(tempth="")+tempth+":";
        else
            tempth=(tempth="")+tempth+llGetSubString(tempt,i,i);
    }
    return tempth;
}



**** This was fixed by me. It used to say "32%4==0", and now it says "!(32%4)". I even kept the code valid to star it. xD

Then again, I also don't like my room.