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Ok. Back to Mednafen I guess.

Somebody told the birds we were gonna start using them for data, and they collectively said “no the fuck you’re not.”

Disagree with prejudice.

Demon In White by Christopher Ruocchio. Not even 100 pages into it so I’m not gonna give an opinion yet. But what I’m finding really annoying in this book and the last one is the obvious missing content that’s referenced over and over again from novellas he wrote in-between the main books. That’s something I really dislike in general and it comes up so much. Like if whatever happened between books was so important that you reference it over and over again for context, why not just include it to begin with? That being said I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve read so far and Howling Dark is one of my favorite reads of the year so far. Everybody says Demon In White it the best book in the series. Can’t wait to finish it.

Code by Charles Petzold. I’m about halfway through it. It’s a good book that provides some context on how and why computers and code work the way they do. It’s helped connect some bridges that just tutorials and practice coding didn’t quite build. I’m not even in school for this shit. I’m just doing it as a side hobby. Still helps though.

Before these two I demolished The Three Body Problem in like a month. The first book is the fastest I’ve ever read a single novel. Took me about 3 days. I’m a slow reader, so that was lightning fast for me. Then I completed LotR for the first time completely. I started those books almost 20 years ago but never finished a single one for some reason. I still have my original movie copy of Two Towers with the Magic card I used as a bookmark in it. I bought the trilogy box set and just went for it. I cried multiple times throughout the read, then bawled like a baby at the end of Return of the King. I really felt that 20 year gap in my life come to a close. It was pure catharsis for me.

I think once I’m done with Sun Eater, I’m either gonna go Malazan or Elric. I’ll probably sprinkle some Neuromancer in there for something different. See how that trilogy is before Hollywood fucks up another adaption. If anybody has any opinions on Malazan vs Elric I’ll hear you out.

Herrs Old Bay Potato Chips

At any given time there’s three functions going on in my head. There’s a stream of calculations that constantly flow. There’s my inner entertainment system that that translates those calculations to thoughts if they need to be translated. Then there’s sorting room with the file cabinet and shredder to organize that flow of thoughts.

When I say entertainment system I mean my inner voice and the ability to visualize just by thinking. Is the voice what’s traditionally considered a monologue? I don’t know. It’s nothing like Al Pacino giving a speech. It’s some of the worst narration imaginable. What I think is happening is my mind is doing calculations then using my voice to put those calculations into my consciousness for me to understand. The amount of time my mind shuts the fuck up is almost nonexistent. It does happen but, for it to switch from monologue to nothing requires intervention. I’m either filling my head with something to occupy it like music, or reading, or video games which in that case my head voice focuses on whatever I’m throwing at my brain with a little spillage. Or I’m seeking out a purposefully quiet environment where I can just go and ignore my thoughts. Almost like meditation but I’m no monk. I’m not sitting in some room with my legs crossed and my arms out falling asleep. I usually just find some place quiet outside and take in the world around me.

What really grinds my gears is the sorting room. I imagine it as each thought going to a room with a few filing cabinets and a shredder in it. That room can probably be broken up into bodily function operations, everyday needs operations, and emotional operations. The first two are functioning, it’s the emotional one that’s backed the fuck up and overflowing. There’s some shit that should have been shredded a long time ago. Some thoughts keep popping up because that particular filing cabinet is overflowing. It manifests itself as depression and anxiety. When my inner voice is concentrating on that, then I know I’m in for a tizzy. The narration goes from quiet nothings to fucking full blown yelling and screaming matches in my head. The dangerous part is resisting the urge…