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We've finally started work on Chapter 3 of Yuri no Yume... too soon to have a launch date for the second episode, but I've been experimenting with Drawing.

Drawing has induced giggling and I have been informed that the face I did is a very good face. A very good _cranky_ face, which isn't what it was supposed to be, but...

Meanwhile, bincaches are finally talking to each other.

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November 30, 2006:

So, a couple of weeks ago, Yarm became erratic. Random memory corruption leading to crashes in all manner of places - a symptom of dying hardware, typically.

After a little futile dicking with kernels in the hopes that it was not a hardware problem, I finally gave up and moved Yarm's drives into their new home - Transfinity, which is a 2GHz Athlon 64 (Nametagged as '3000+'), in a cute yellow-and-black Wanker Case that some silly person threw out.

That being the case, some things may well be Broken. Please let me know what, if anything, they are.

So far, the only things I've noticed being Broken is that my shiny new nVidia card's closed-source driver won't let me go above 1024x768, which I should get around to fixing at some point - not to mention figuring out some way to keep the driver from doing anything it shouldn't, because I don't trust code I can't inspect in my kernel, and that Lluzhionne would no longer talk to my webcam, pleading ioctl errors. It works when I ignore the errors, though, so that's what it does for now. I really should figure out the real problem at some point, though - probably a change in the size of some struct members.

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0x7D6 May 0x11:

To paraphrase Orrin Hatch: "We're not surveilling you by the millions, and two of the judges on the panel knew anyhow!"

To paraphrase Verizon: "We didn't start giving up your records after 9/11!"

To paraphrase the Weasel-in-Chief: "We aren't listening to the phone conversations that we won't confirm or deny whether or not we're analysing!"

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0x7D6 April 0x5:

So, one of the staffers in the public relations department of the transportation security administration of the department of homeland security (henceforth to be referred to as PRDOTTSAOTDHS, pronounced exactly unlike it's spelled) got arrested for trying to seduce an ersatz fourteen year old.

The AP story gives his title as 'Deputy press secretary for the U.S. Department of Homeland Security'; an older report, on Silflay Hraka, has him answering email questions for the TSA on matters of boobfeeling. He doesn't evade nearly as much as Shrubbery minions usually do (I gather one of the tricks in Rove's bag is to steadfastly repeat the same statement in response to questioning, whether or not the statement has anything to do with the question.).

I'd find it amusing that perving at an apparently willing sheriff's deputy is a crime and arresting someone for watching an arrest (scroll to the bit about Rajcoomar) is allegedly heroism, but I have to live in the same country as this comedy of buffoonery. Le sigh.

One other thing to watch for - if they're turning into the sort of organization they appear to have been designed to be, this is how they will handle involuntary resignations. Discredit the target with some behaviour intended to outrage Decent Folk before they eject him, so fewer people will take him seriously if he troubles them. And so fewer will mourn if he shoots himself in the face twice in a row.

- A sleepy Deekoo.

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0x7D6 February 0x17:

Corporate image propaganda meets search engine pessimization*:

Both snippets were snagged from Wal-Mart's new propaganda project. I suppose it beats I always had an free cum covered faces on my asian tgp japanese school girl asian girls hot asian in underwear teens sturgis webcam I japanese upskirt my asian big tits asian model My anal rape is a asian girls hot beautiful latina buns milk squirting titties wife next door natural tits a asian oral She is also blonde butt religious and goes to cartoon fisting twice every week and is free hand job pics nudist photo gallery in female domination smother She is not asian ladies resident evil hentai oral sex techniques gay marriage So she ebony cumshot ebony xxx free amateur sex videos our asian tgp say as asian exotic models and japanese beauties black and asian lesbian sex a brunette blow - at least this particular search engine pessimizer handwrote their sentences, giving them the much-desired 'contrived' look instead of the passé 'fridgemagnets in a blender' look.

* 'optimization' would imply an improvement.

And, of course, that first paragraph just cries out for the second 'bad' to be stricken.

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0x7D6 February 0x8:

And here's the discretionary non-security budgets in better perspective, albeit without anything before 2000.

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0x7D6 February 0x8:

Recently, Monde leeched a bunch of White House PDFs. One of them contained a neat little graph intended to demonstrate how frugal the shrubbery is.

However, the dimensions they chose are a little off. The original graph doesn't show _spending_, it shows _percentage of increase_. Per year.

I took the liberty of changing the graph to show percentages spent compared to 2000, instead of just to the previous year.

Damn borrow-and-spend neoliberals.

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0x7D5 December 0xF:

"They care nothing for will."

"Yes, Father."

The old man turned angrily, jerkily. "Nothing, flesh of my flesh."

The younger man sighed. "He hopes to come to an accomodation."

The old man's chair whirred as he spun, turning his back to the dawn. He spat. "The President hopes to hide from the clouds as he has these past fifty years. He has no honor, no pride, no courage."

"Grandfather warned us of that."

"Still, your grandfather honored his word. Stopped at the agreed border."

The younger man bowed his head a moment, turned away from his father. The red globe seemed to sear into his memory; in the distance, he could hear the chants to the the Destroyer, the Creator, the Fire. He shivered. "They would burn in hell and call it Paradise."

"And they are the harmless ones."

"What do you mean, Father?"

"You will understand soon enough." His fingers clenched on air. "They admit their enmity." He withdrew a small cube from a compartment at the arm of the chair. "It will all be over soon enough." He laughed bitterly, tossed the iridescent cube to the sand. "I must meet with the doctors. Make the final arrangements." Sand, already hot, flew from beneath the chair's wheels.

The younger man's face was hard and bitter as he turned. He had never appreciated losing, but he hated even more to surrender without a fight. The Abomination came, and all men trembled before it, or, worse, flew with a terrible love in their eyes to join with it. There were choices, and all of them were anathema. He picked up the tiny data cube. His father had spoken often enough of the device as his senility advanced, so unnaturally soon it seemed - not all men were susceptible to the life extension viruses. A small kink in chromosome 14 overrode one of the most important aspects. He knew it all too well. Ghosts of shapes seemed to dance from the cube as he fit it to the projection socket; then blackness descended.

The young man froze, trying to determine which way to run, as a voice familiar from a thousand speeches resounded in his ears. Resonant, carrying; a voice that men could die for. That men had died for in the crusades. The blackness faded away, becoming a checkerboard across his vision, glimpses of the desert showing through. "My son. I will miss you. Do not mourn me; for the things I have done, I deserve far worse than have happened to me. I do them all for our people, and for you. Know, then, that you are the only man alive to whom this device is entrusted. Only one other living man knows the truth, and none would believe him if he told them."

He wondered if the cube would help in the fight to come. Perhaps. His mind ached as he went through the slow, familiar patterns - the evocation that would permit the device to use his own mind for to answer limited questions; the evocation that, he knew, was perilously similar to the patterns that - but he could not think of those, so he stopped, feeling as if he stood at the brink of a precipice.

His grandfather's ghost twinkled in the eye of his mind. He felt himself kneel in supplication. "I must know. The Abomination comes, and it cannot be stopped, but it must be."

The ghost pled for information, about the Abomination, the world, the time, himself, itself. The Prince ignored its questions, for they could not be answered. Ghosts were always terribly hungry for memory, but they could never store new ones; what was explained to them was forgotten again before the sentence was even completed. He regretted mentioning the Abomination, but only briefly; he asked it a question that it could answer: "Tell me. The heretics were stronger than we, but we won them. How?"

In answer, a memory flashed before his eyes. His grandfather's face on an archaic display, a television. Gunfire crackled in the air; a celebration, a battle, who could really have been certain? His grandfather had watched his old records, viewed directives that he could barely remember giving anew so that he could store the information in memory less volatile than flesh.

The man shuddered as the new memory flowed through him, accompanied by a certainty of its own rightness. Unseen, but still remembered images drifted through the mind's eye as he listened to himself/the old man speak of the organization of the factories. Factories that, a decade later, his armies would raze to the ground in revulsion, salt the soil with uranium that nothing might grow there.

Dimly, he could feel tears running down his face. The factories had had but one raw material, and that was humanity; and they had had but one product, and that was pain. The heretics had built them all across the borderlands, and when that which went on within them was discovered, even the enemies of god rebelled in horror; they overthrew their masters and let the armies of God in. And here was the leader of the armies of God, speaking in private to his lieutenants. Telling them how the factories would be organized, a decade before they were ever built. How the only way the Kingdom of God could be would be if the enemy was exposed for what they truly were.

He did not remember that he was weeping when he removed the cube from its socket and placed it in his pocket. He remembered only the bitter certainty that drove him, enabled him to bring his empire to rule half the world though arrayed against a superior foe.

Turning, he walked through the morning, the sound of blasphemous hymns leading him to the platform where a crippled old man awaited the arrival of the conquerors. He could not have said how it was that he knew that his father was dead. Perhaps he could have said how he knew the codes that would cause the silver machine within to release the feelers that had so long traced out his father's life, glasssharp wires detaching as the shadow of the abomination passed above. Perhaps, he could have said how it was that he alone knew that the reactor the heretics worshipped could be controlled by a tiny switch within the implant, switched off forever or detonated as the most powerful bomb of them all. And perhaps, as the wires sank into his brain, extracting the directive of his will, he could have said what that directive would be.

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Someone just sent me a petition to raise the tax on cigarettes (IIRC, the tax is currently about 50% of the purchase price) by another $1.50. This money is supposed to be used to improve emergency care (thus mitigating terrorist attacks - well, I suppose at least spending money on the hospital system will work better than spending it on a Department of Homeland Security that took most of four years to notice that they hadn't bothered to come up with evacuation plans...), discourage kids from smoking, and reduce tobacco tax evasion.

Yep, people will definitely be less likely to evade a 160% tax rate than a 100% tax rate...

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Look, if you're just going to ignore memos that clearly come in labeled "IMPORTANT" and "CONFIDENTIAL" with genuine fake handwriting scrawled across the fool's gold leaf crest on the overleaf, why are you even bothering to show up to the Secretariatry meetings? I mean, it's not like we demand that much of our minions; for example, our brain implants displace less than half of the right temporal lobe, while most pranking syndicates require at least two thirds of a lobe to be occupied by their control devices and ettiquette postnodes, we permit our employees up to three one-minute personal phone calls at their home on off-duty hours, we allow the retention of the entire left kidney by health plan participants with a credit rating of gold or higher, we let you have six hours of sleep a week, and after fifty years' employment, your soul and identity documentation may be retrieved from our vaults.

Really, you don't understand how much we bend over backward to support our effective community teams, even to the point of sacrificing the bottom line for employee good. Why, when the recession got bad last week, where the competition was laying off their security personnel and purchasing robots, did Our Vice President in Charge of Efficiency call RoboCorp, grovel out an apology for sneezing on his cufflinks, and lay in a purchase order for the sixteen automated pain production devices that the accountancy division recommended? No, he stuck by his guns and his personal hatred for the neatly manicured campus of RoboCorp, and actually laid on three addition human employees. Who, I might add, were selected in large part on charitable grounds; few other companies are willing to give a prison guard an eighth chance after conviction for inappropriate sexual conduct, abuse of inmates, and voluntary manslaughter, and most of those who would would force the poor men to abandon their life's work and learn a new career that did not require them to carry a taser and a semi-automatic machine pistol. Or what about the time when, hearing of the escalating drug-related gang violence in his hometown, our Vice President in Charge of Acquisition risked public censure and legal action and hired private specialists to eliminate the loitering problem? Need I remind you that he was fined fifty thousand dollars of the company's money for failing to abide by recommended standards for the use of lethal force, which it was necessary to deduct from the company's taxes as a business expense in a line-item that could have otherwise gone to the civic beautification program, wherein we, out of the goodness of our corporate heart, devote our hard-earned money to the demolishment of drug-riddled playgrounds and the construction of uplifting, attractive statues of men that the youth can look up to as examples of leadership, such as Our Chief Executive Officer?

While we are on the topic of leadership, don't you think that you should strive to emulate the example of Our Chief Executive Officer, whose unshakable loyalty to His employees is such that He has permitted them to remain in positions of power despite criminal investigations that, in a less people-oriented corporation, would have undoubtably led to reduction of privileges. Why, when Our Director of Marketing was wrongly accused of fraud by shortsighted and smallminded government officials envious of His position, rather than display distrust, Our Chief Executive Officer trebled his pay, relocated Him to a lovely tropical isle, and transferred the Audible Products division to His personal control. Now, while we make allowances for the fact that Our Workers are of a lower moral standard than Management, as exemplified by their consistant failure to earn promotion or maintain a reasonable level of annual productivity increase; however, that does not mean that We do not expect you to at comport yourself with a proper level of gratitude for the fact that we continue to employ you, in spite of the fact that you currently are in severe debt to the Company for use of conditioned air, work-related depreciation of facilities, and projected loss of productivity increase caused by your consistant failure to meet our quotas for continued improvement.

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0x7D5 January 0x15:

So, Six Apart has bought LiveJournal. As I am inclined to mistrust any company that's reached the 'buying other companies' phase of existance, and Monde has already reported that they've apparently been known to relicense things in unpleasant manners, all two or three people who read my blog regularly should be warned that my LiveJournal may spontaneously disappear if I don't like the new terms of service when they appear. That being the case, be thou reminded: My real blog is on http://deekoo.net/ and posted using Addendat. My LiveJournal is merely a pale shadow that exists to test Addendat's LiveJournal compatibility feature. So if I vanish, that's where to find me again.

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I am Dr. Herbert West, from "Reanimator."
I'm right. You're wrong.

Which Random Cult Movie Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Well, most of the time I'm right.

A couple of days ago, I realized that, what with Monde's computer's recent obscene upgrade, it can play Return To Castle Wolfenstein.

I promptly shoved that knowledge into a Dark Pit of Foreboding after discovering that, while I can find the *box* quite well, the *game* is Fnohlkhonlyknowswhere. Fnohlkh being the patron deity of keys when one's most of the way out the door.

(At this point, the Aow on my lap is interrupted in his sleep by the fact that a Miyu, standing below the chair, has noticed that his tail is dangling temptingly.)

And then, yesterday, I find... Return To Castle Wolfenstein. Not the lost one, but a new copy. No box, but it's definitely a commercial print run, and if I can find the box again, I can use its serial number, no? Written all over the CD are an assortment of badgery. 'iD' and 'Mature Audiences' and various software companies' logos.

So, I take it home. Shove it in the machine. Autoplay starts. I make a mental note to turn it off. Something that sounds like it could be Wagner, sans Valkyries, starts up. Miscellaneous and sundry reviewer quotes scroll across the screen. And, after a stream of those, it comes to the install window.

And the install window has buttons.

And I look at the buttons. They look something like
'Trailer'. 'More Trailer'.
'Screenshots from the trailer'.
'Maxim's website'.
'Install Girls of Castle Wolfenstein Screensaver'.
'About'
And a bunch of logowise graphics promoting Maxim along the bottom.

Something is missing here.

... like, maybe, Wolfenstein.

It turns out that the CD is nothing but a pile of ads for the game and Maxim, coupled to a 'screen saver' that merely scrolls pictures of three blondes and a redhead around your screen, whilst it burns an unmoving Wolfenstein logo into the upper left hand corner of the screen. And the 'Girls of Castle Wolfenstein' are ex-Playboy/Perfect 10 models wearing US uniforms.

Blah. Someone please hand me a CD rated 'Immature Audiences', kthx?

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0x7D4 December 0x1F:

We have a technical... Or, in this case, a new Yeemp release. I've cleaned up (or mangled, as the case may be) the Gtk UI significantly - xeemp can now be controlled without once touching the mouse, and no longer fills the screen with a zillion tiny windows, and multiline text entries now get the line height from the font instead of assuming that it's 30px high, and it will try to force itself into a UTF-8 locale automatically. The oggslave behaves a little better, only falling back to a console beep when it can't play the ogg it was trying to. Account creation behaves better. Yeemp is happy with perl 5.6.1 and GPG 1.0.6 again. The interactive clients will respond to SIGUSR2 by enabling debug messages, which hopefully will enable me to poke the infinite loop bug(s) a little more effectively. Reconnection works better. In the console client, w and /w now accept regexes for more manageable output with long contact lists. And the AIM plugin will now strip spaces from contact names, in the interests of sanity.

Be warned. Tentacle.net will be moving soon, which means that I'll be sans email for a while (probably a couple weeks) as it does. Also that the public Yeemp server will cease to exist for those two weeks.

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0x7D4 December 0xC:

GRATUITOUS NEWTITY!

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0x7D4 November 0x19:

Yeemp 0.9.11 is up for download.

If you joined a superhero group.. by Uberdude Username What kind of powers would you have? How did you get your powers? You joined the team because... It's where my powers will best serve the world.Fame, sex, influence, money...I'm realy a supervillian looking to infiltrate.Costume fetish.My parents made me.It was that or jail.I just dig the superhero thing.To learn how to control my powers.The opportunity to kick the crap outta people.I was sponsored.All the hot tentacle sex The leader of the Team would be.. mjstone The angsty loner with tons of psychological issues caffeinatrixx The spunky mascot hpapillon The well intentioned but volitile mad genius shippo The reformed supervillian 'turned-good' honorata Your personal arch nemesis chroma_if The overwhelmingly evil and powerfull supervillian luxton The pesky fan or reporter hpet Quiz created with MemeGen!

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0x7D4 November 0x5:

I've added win32 binaries of the sample trojaned voting machine code.

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0x7D4 November 0x4:

CHALLENGE I've written a sample voting machine program to show off just how trivial trojaning the 2002 and 2004 elections could have been. So, can you tell which of these two is trojaned?

So the Bonesman has bowed to the Bonesman and conceded the lead to him. I was expecting something a little more dramatic, like a nuke on the west coast and a temporary state of emergency. But I *was* expecting Kerry to surrender to his cohort partway through. Reportedly, at least one piece of mass media reported the anti-war/anti-Bush demonstration in SF as a protest for health care. An ES&S tech is being sent out to fix the fact that apparently their machines couldn't count the instant runoff ballots in those situations where there wasn't a clear majority on first-choice votes alone. And the voting machine code is SOOPER SEEKRIT.

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0x7D4 October 0x18:

From Miyu's guide to being Miyu: Jump into whatsoever lap in which an interesting event is taking place. Shouldst that interesting event be eating of noodles, feet and/or tail may be placed in the dish as needed. Shouldst thou get spaghetti stuck to thy tail, panic and run around wildly.

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0x7D4 October 0x14:

The Bush/Cheney campaign has a new endorsement, it appears.

Unfortunately, I can't seem to find transcripts of Iranian state television anywhere. Not being able to read Farsi doesn't help in this task, though.

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0x7D4 October 0x13:

Whee. It was a template bug.

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0x7D4 October 0x13:

And yes, I have an ulterior bug, but I'm not telling you what it is.

In the interests of integrating properly with my peers, I have decided to take large quantities of silly quizzes! Yay! Which Nigerian spammer are You? Which File Extension are You? And this one's actually accurate!

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0x7D4 October 0x13:

Yesterday, I encountered an interesting programming language with elegant syntax and an interesting technique for flow control that seemed both utterly absurd and brilliant. I was quite puzzled by why any language that made so much sense could have been abandoned, for it turns out the language in question was none other than COBOL. However, I can't remember any of the syntax anymore. Just that it was nifty. And, unfortunately, the version of COBOL that exists in the waking world isn't nearly so interesting as the one I dreamed.

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0x7D4 October 0x8:

SECURITY ADVISORY If you are using Yeemp 0.9.9 or earlier, upgrading is recommended. A security hole has been discovered in the Yeemp instant messaging client. Yeemp uses public keys both for message encryption and to provide a degree of round-trip authentication for messages - each contact is given a unique public key. Unencrypted messages are considered to be probably spoofed in most circumstances; messages which are decryptable are checked to determine if the key used to decrypt them corresponds with the public key supplied to the claimed originator of the message. The initial public key request, however, cannot be encrypted, and is implemented as a file transfer request. The client was not checking the encryption on inbound files. As a result, anyone could send a Yeemp client a file purporting to be from any sender. While this by itself cannot be exlpoited to execute arbitrary code, Yeemp accepts and attempts to display several media files with standardized filenames by default; in conjunction with security holes in external libraries or utilities, this could lead to the execution of arbitrary code. Yeemp uses several external utilities, including netpbm and ogg123, to handle certain media files. Yeemp 0.9.10 fixes the spoofing vulnerability. In addition, if you have Yeemp set to use subterfugue shoggoth sandboxes, 0.9.10 will use them around netpbm and ogg123 calls, which should significantly mitigate the impact of any unpatched or as-yet-undiscovered vulnerabilities in ogg123 and netpbm. To the best of my knowledge, Yeemp 0.9.9 and all prior versions are vulnerable. This vulnerability has been verified specifically on 0.7.2, 0.9, 0.9.4, 0.9.7, 0.9.8, and 0.9.9. Nota Bene: 0.9.10 breaks the sendyeemp and weemp utilities. I'll fix them soon. (Sendyeemp especially, as it's important.) Update your Yeemps.

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0x7D4 October 0x5:

I came home. and something was in my chair. Monde got me the first pummelo of October! (It's a pummelo, not a pomelo. I know this because the sticker on it told me so.)

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0x7D4 October 0x4:

The other day, I found someone clinging to my jacket in the middle of the night and looping along my shoulder. Naturally, I took them home. They promptly wrapped themselves up in a coccoon. Today, they emerged. And I got pictures. Aow, of course, had his own idea of who should be in front of the lens. (In fact, since I had jar, lens, and keyboard on my lap, the addition of an Aow triggered the fall of the lens-bearing device. After assorted shufflings, though, I was able to get these pictures of my new houseguest. Of course, I'm still not sure what he is - though he looks rather like the pictures of the Large Maple Spanworm, the caterpillar phase looked rather less similar. And the leaf of choice for wrapping in was not the maple, though I don't know if that's significant.

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0x7D4 September 0x1D:

There are THREE Addendat blogs in existance that I know of. Two of them are me. Guess what I found in the comments? No, guess. GUESS, I SAID! Oh, OK. This. Which has been somewhat edited and buried in tests, but still... still. It appears that either a spambot thinks Addendat's comment form resembles one that it's already programmed for, some fucktard actually edited their spamware to target Addendat, someone's spamming by hand, or the spamware just hits EVERY gods-damned form it encounters. The amount of progetplus.it spam found in a websearch indicates that it's probably not hand-done. That being the case - Addendat 0.9 has a comment spam countermeasure hook. If someone tries to post something matching a user-defined regex (the default is probably not comprehensive enough, though), the poster will have to confirm that they've Read Something first. Confirmation text and the required response are both adjustable (and should be adjusted, of course.) The default is an annoying contract obligating 'em to give you money if they're a bot.

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0x7D4 September 0x17:

After hearing for the oompty-ninth time about the bugginess of whatever webring.org (or was it com?) had morphed into, I finally got a round tuit. Which I promptly turned into a moebius tuit and used as the basis for my newest reinvented wheel: Loops. Which is essentially a webring script that makes Möbius-strip-shaped webrings. Which have "over" in addition to the expected forward/backward/random/list options. Let me know if there're any bugs, as it's not all that thoroughly tested. (though the tentaclesex webloop appears to work.) [Edit: Especially when I type 'loops.cgi' where I had typed 'loop.cgi'.]

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0x7D4 September 0x15:

[click] [click] Is this thing on? [click] Oh. Um, yes. Well, carry on, then. [click]

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0x7D4 September 0x9:

The annoying bug that would cause Addendát to automatically create 0-byte blog entry files has been fixed. Now obscure b0rken search engines that nobody uses (like this 'yahoo.com' thing) can index my blog to their hearts' content without getting winding up dumping a blank file in the way of my pending comments. (That way, also, nobody can use up all the inodes with stupid comments. Instead, they'll have to settle for posting the same stupid comment over and over to use up your disk quota.)

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0x7D4 August 0x1E:

Lluzhionne, my webcam app, has a few new filters and a couple added twiddles as of today. And, while I'm at it: there's a new Addendat beta to play with, and Vertica Smile now supports inline assembler, Brainfuck, Fuckfuck, and Ook!. Ook.

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0x7D4 August 0xE:

For the handful of people who haven't yet seen the story about the CDC's new HIV guidelines: Yes, they're stupid. No, it's not quite the way the newspapers reported it. Go read about it.

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0x7D4 August 0x9:

This is in the technical section. Newline follows and precedes. Double newline follows and precedes. A br precedes.

Fnord. Fnord. Fnord.

Testing style control. A newline separated the word 'newline' from 'separated'. A double newline will follow. And precede.

Now, here's a paragraph in a P tag.

And a paragraph with a
<br> in it.

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0x7D4 August 0x9: From the truth-in-labelling department comes a pump-and-dump spam entitled "swindle,Trading Opportunity - NTVI". Another one for the Short List, I guess...

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0x7D4 April 0x10:

Am tired of banging my head against Windows' unwillingness to link, tendency to segfault, and apparent incomprehension of select(). That being the case, Yeemp 0.9.3pre7 (beta for Yeemp 0.9.3) is now up for leeching. Changes: a crash in the stdio (not Term::ReadKey) interface has been fixed. It errors loudly if it's just fucked up your contact list. It can deal with ICQ auto-away messages to a degree. A bug that simulated an extra click in the Gtk interface's fixed. A couple other minor bugfixes. There's a possibility that the console client may lurch erratically along in a vague semblance of functionality under Cygwin. But still no Windows GUI. *sigh*. I don't suppose anyone reading this has succeeded in getting a decent substitute for select() on stdin working under Cygwin?

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0x7D4 April 0x4:

APRIL III, MMIV

The Atlanta Gazetteer-Reporter today reported the arrest of several unidentified Texan vagrants on suspicion of crossing state lines, conspiracy to commit hate crimes, resisting arrest, and public drunkenness, lewdness, obscenity, and loitering.

The victim, noted public figure and one-time Presidential candidate David Duke, was watering his gardenias when he heard a loud clattering noise from his front lawn. Rushing inside to look for his shotgun, he tripped ov