That which is so small that it can’t be perceived and passes through everything. Even in the platonic realm, it is too tiny to be found.
It has few nerves: an intricate system of bony levers provides faster signal than nerves could. This allows it to react extremely quickly.
Behind your back: “Yo her momma so fat her children come out three-dimensional” “Poor child, what did her father DO to his sperm?”
What if everyone you know is two-dimensional, but very good at faking the third dimension? And nobody told you so as not to embarrass you?
Objects that have no Adamic names cannot be addressed in Enochian, making them immune to magic. This includes a lot of our modern world.
@lufthansa can’t update my profile information and the feedback form on the site doesn’t seem to do anything.
We’re planning to write one ourselves but i wanted to check the alternatives first.
We’re planning to write one ourselves but i wanted to check the alternatives first.
other bot idea: https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/698488822892519425↵tweet gibberish at it and it will try to find it in the noise.
painting numerous legs on the ouroboros to get the self-devouring centipede
You can even just call txtnit register to register at your friendly neighborhood’s registry.
You can even just call txtnit register to register at your friendly neighborhood’s registry.
@reednj@reednj.com Would you mind adding this functionality to your registry?
@reednj@reednj.com Would you mind adding this functionality to your registry?
Just found time to read through http://dankaminsky.com/2016/02/20/skeleton/. Maybe the best thing i read about CVE-2015-7547 yet. Does anybody has more to read about it?
Just found time to read through http://dankaminsky.com/2016/02/20/skeleton/. Maybe the best thing i read about CVE-2015-7547 yet. Does anybody has more to read about it?
Thanks @kas@enotty.dk for the final nudge to change my bash history settings. Still on the fence about PROMPT_COMMAND=“history -a” though.
Thanks @kas@enotty.dk for the final nudge to change my bash history settings. Still on the fence about PROMPT_COMMAND=“history -a” though.
Antispace is subject to antilocality: At any point & time, whatever occupies the point is not at that point. Instead, it is everywhere else.
your thought crystallizes and becomes regular, symmetric and repetitive↵you desperately look for a heat shock to break the lattice again
The secret golem stays out of sight of anybody but those that know its name. To the uninitiated, it appears as a swirling mass of rumors.
Now i just have to figure out how to change my url at the registry… :)
Now i just have to figure out how to change my url at the registry… :)
@kas@enotty.dk Yeah, it’s way easier to upload files to github than to my hoster. But i’m giving up, the official mdom is now under https://mdom.github.io/twtxt.txt.
@kas@enotty.dk Yeah, it’s way easier to upload files to github than to my hoster. But i’m giving up, the official mdom is now under https://mdom.github.io/twtxt.txt.
@josch@blog.schweizerjochen.de, @quite@lublin.se To be honest, my real url is http://www.domgoergen.com/twtxt.txt, and it doesn’t support ssl… :)
@josch@blog.schweizerjochen.de, @quite@lublin.se To be honest, my real url is http://www.domgoergen.com/twtxt.txt, and it doesn’t support ssl… :)
He could’ve ruled us, but his only edict was that we stop bowing to him.↵When he died, we buried him in the kings’ crypt under the school.
We used to pull pranks on him, secretly declared him king and guide star. Fanfares heralded his arrival, but he only got angry and confused.
Merfolk fortresses float against the ocean surface, exposing their bottom to the air. At times, from below, air rains on the fortifications.
@dracoblue@dracoblue.net It doesn’t seem to matter what page i request, the result is always the same? #registry
@dracoblue@dracoblue.net It doesn’t seem to matter what page i request, the result is always the same? #registry
lullaby:↵take your crown and sceptre, the blanket is your ermine coat↵from your throne rule dreamtime, extend its reach to the most remote ♫
The real trouble came when it figured out how to float and started obscuring the sky: We had to flee into virtual reality to starve it out.
Open the door and see a huge page blocking the frame. Read it. Turn it over. Another page. It seems you will have to read them all to pass.
One time it had hidden in my closet overnight and I had nothing to wear that day. At least it doesn’t rain on my electronics anymore.
It’s done the same to sleeping persons but the screaming puts me off.
I put my hat on a mannequin and my pet slime mold creeps out, engulfs its head and vanishes into the joints. The mannequin shudders to life.
Being a stone is peaceful. As I’m slowly ground into dust, ever lighter currents carry me around. Not being life, I’m content to watch.
Even though the dikes have stopped being useful, people are still too stubborn to leave. Some have accepted the sea, are even welcoming it.
Don’t place seed books in your library without adequate quarantine. Or do you want the plants to spread and Asimov’s robots to become mossy?
Fictional plants can germinate in minds, so books about them are special, more akin to seedbanks than books. Other books provide the soil.
lichen scientists altering Earth’s orbit just enough to stay within habitable range of the dying sun
webs that catch musical notes drifting by↵the spider will eat them to sing in stolen voices↵shake the web and they will all fall out at once
Attempts have been made to travel the river, but it ignores most ships. The only vessel that works is a small paper boat from old books.
We are now weaving one of the most sophisticated webs of all. Not long until the star spiders notice and come down to build their nests.
The zodiac signs were originally spiderwebs, but the minds they caught were heavy. The webs were pulled down to Earth and became part of us.
tiny spiders of light that draw threads between the stars to catch the eyes of those looking up
impossibly intricate heirloom webs passed down the generations that catch even cosmic rays and refract light to dazzle predators
a living web that traps spiders that attempt to mate with the decoy in the middle
a spider that leaves its web between timelines to feed on its alternate selves
My hand weighs the stone, feels its rough texture, edges lost to water and time↵blink↵The soft touch vanishes and I fall to the ground, mute
Be careful with those plot threads. Lose enough and resourceful characters will weave them into plot armor to protect against your writing.
Once a thief got lost and tried to smash her way out. A future self slew her before the deed, paradoxing herself out of ten years of limbo.
Your mug blinks in and out of existence since that time you mixed moondust ink in it. Be quick to drink or your tea will end up in your lap.
In the right reader, the parts will align again and click into place. The author is reborn in the reader’s body and free to write again.
One has to decompose one’s mind into its constituents, place them in the writing in a careful arrangement of mirrors, lenses and gems.
Look up from the screen. The door has just closed, a few dust motes are still running for cover. Ponder the door, then return to the screen.
The governments are only looking to hoard strategic nightmare fuel reserves, but the companies are building the nightmare combustion engine.
I wish this were less impossible to film but my tea is clinging to the inner side of my mug in a thin film and just kinda… convecting.
When the jellyfish first rose from the ocean into the air, we were alarmed. But now, tamed, they float around our cities to light them.
Babbage/Lovelace had their mechanical notation but their work looks to be digital, not analog. (diagrams here: http://blog.stephenwolfram.com/2015/12/untangling-the-tale-of-ada-lovelace/)
It would be nice to have a calculus (to account for translation, friction, perturbation, etc) to explore the design space programmatically.
Does clockwork have an analogy to circuit diagrams? All I see is finished assemblies and explosion diagrams which fall short of this.
Too sick to go working. I’m heading back to bed.
Too sick to go working. I’m heading back to bed.
It is considered very poetic justice. Speaking of which, some judges work poems into the verdicts, to be said with a man’s last breath.
Notably, this ship will not take you anywhere. Step on, step off, nothing will change. It is anchored with respect to all reference frames.
Just renamed twtxtpl to txtwat https://github.com/mdom/txtwat.
Just renamed twtxtpl to txtwat https://github.com/mdom/txtwat.
In a murder trial, one resides on the judge’s bench. Those guilty smoke it to recite their entire trial, then fall dead from lack of breath.
Always wanted to do something special with 301!
Always wanted to do something special with 301!
The firefig is rare, but even quicker: Bushfires have been known to be overgrown by them. The empty cores then preserve the fire’s negative.
You can set expand_name to 0 if you want to hide your local nicknames.
You can set expand_name to 0 if you want to hide your local nicknames.
Forget to tweet about it, but twtxtpl expands and collapses mentions since last night.
Forget to tweet about it, but twtxtpl expands and collapses mentions since last night.
@kas@enotty.dk yeah I know I need to redo a lot of #twtxtlist stuff, but my boyfriend is here this week and I’m lazy b/c of it. sorry.
In which folk dances are analyzed for their inherent grammar, and names put on the silliest little details, to be taught in school later
Neurologists trying to find consciousness ~ Taking apart a human body to find the part that makes it human.
The original meaning of “see with the naked eye” has been lost to obscurity. They used it literally: Just a disembodied eyeball, perceiving.
Parsing iso8601 is way to hard, maybe http://tools.ietf.org/html/rfc3339 would be a better choice?
Parsing iso8601 is way to hard, maybe http://tools.ietf.org/html/rfc3339 would be a better choice?
But HTTP::Date seems to work for most cases.
But HTTP::Date seems to work for most cases.
It was his synesthesia that made him taste faces he saw, he thought. Until the day he tried to swallow one and its owner dropped, soulless.
She seethed. That was the third guy she had confessed her love to to have died. Maybe her father shouldn’t have married a banshee after all.
Meteorology and Architecture were among the last fields to merge. Only with weather manipulation at hand, cloud castles came within reach.
what if X were normal/how would society adapt to X
One by one, the clouds fall out of the sky, the last becoming a large shaggy dog at the shepherd’s side. Time to drive home the flock.
Sitting on a rock, he idly stares into a flock of cirrocumulus, lazily lifts a whistle to his mouth and blows. Enthusiastic thunder answers.
rise into the air as scent and pollen↵impregnate a cloud↵a storm is blowing in from dreamtime↵to fan the glowing embers of philosophy
@plomlompom@test.plomlompom.com You can make your thing directly POST to twtxtlist.cf/submit if you want
A jester and admirer once exchanged the faces on love and truth. It took her years to figure out. Not that their relationship was unhappy.
Such an original and elegant way to decentralize microblogging :)
A nighthouse - like a lighthouse but provides a cooling beacon of darkness during hot days. Lost shadows use it to find the way home.
This premise resulted in way too many ideas to post to twitter:↵http://www.synkretie.net/writings/world%20building%20-%20flat%20earth.html↵I think I shall do this for more ideas from now on.
I think I managed to fix it. It was probably a holdover from the pre-Go time parsing/formatting
Some brought back stars and pieces of the sun and installed them on towers, to grant their cities eternal day.