rhosyn @rhosyn@hackers.town

Do I really want to be that person?
I guess I am that person.
Oh well.

It's far too light in here, but I think my spouse would object strenuously to my draping a large, dark-purple velvet sheet across the windows.

Resistance is its own point... and not much more.

There is no escape. Only obfuscation, for as long as we can manage it.

wasted another couple of hours farting around with online time tracking setups, only to fall back to watson.

c'mon, man. this is all we've got? really?

It still holds true. By "top" string you mean what most guitarists consider the "bottom" string... the one that produces the lowest note, and the one closest to you.

On any string, putting your finger on the fretboard shortens the string, which means there is less vibrating mass, as well as the natural dampening effects of your finger, which is comparatively soft.

Hiatus over and back on the shit.

Have started setting up local cron-driven rclone tasks to regularly copy data that some applications require to be in the Documents folder and can't be symlinked, over to a Nextcloud folder for sharing across my three workstations, and realizing with vague, unaccustomed emotion - tainted to some degree by sadness, as all my experiences are - that I have become *that* person.

All the hardware implementations of generic DSP hosting for audio engineering have vanished, and what's left is all "walled garden"... each solution hosts only proprietary plugins. So I'm seriously looking at building a RaspPi or similar dedicated DSP engine host, just to load and run VSTs into for low latency fx monitoring while vocal tracking.

I'm fucking insane.

And not a little pissed, that after all these years, this bullshit is still like this.

My hatred of javascript.
It is vast.

Just saw someone use the word "infosexy" and I'm afraid I will have to withhold my endorsement at this time.

Nothing quite like regex to ruin your morning.

Yeah, ok, so I guess it's time to learn lock picking. It looks like the perfect sperg hobby.

Me, swapping phones last night:

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It never really ends, does it? The act of taking responsibility, of deciding to be anything but numb, means that one accepts a process that must be continually renewed, not just when the whim strikes, but *every damn day*.

Learning new things. Undertaking new disciplines. Turning intention into attention, and not flagging.

Every day I feel it takes more than I have, and every day I find something else. And if I'm honest, it's only that which keeps me alive.