Ugh......... Kids...

[tp4tissue]

So, I'm like, @ home today..

3rd time ever babysitting..


I try to feed my niece yea?  she's sick..  as i'm doing the airplane spoon thing,  she leans in, bumps her nose on the spoon, then turns and sneezes right into my mouth..




I guess I'll be looking forward to chicken soup..

#Sick4December


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Infected Journal. Day 0.65.   Outbreak, The Nieces Virus


Tp4 lays in bed now. A pervasive rigidity in his muscles. He's used to physical discomfort, coming from only a modest income family. What's much more awful is the thought of the inevitable events in the transition to full infection. It has clearly already influenced his cognitive and motor control functions. His once adequate average speed of 142wpm Has fallen to 130. No longer faster than the average digital peasants.

The dread of what's to come. Unbearable. What's going to happen to the Geekhack frontier if this virus kills him. Will the few funnier geekhack characters be able to carry the flame forward. Even now in moments of vicious danger Tp4 only has thoughts for others. He wishes them the best, even towards his enemies, Tp4 is magnanimous.


What a great guy..

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Infected Journal. Day 0.87.  Responsibilities, Can't type while cold



Tp4 is cold, the computer here is not in a heated office.  The lights arn't on. The environment's only beacon is the glow of geekhack from this cheapo 27" monitor. Thank god for IPS he thinks. At least when the time comes, Tp4 won't have to deal with viewing angles and color degredation around corners..

The temperature feels colder than it is. Probably because the infection is eating away at Tp4's precious energy reserves.  Luckily, he had fried fish for dinner. Fish so thin and crispy, you can eat it whole, bones and all.  He will need this extra nutrition to stay alive.. Who knows what sudden evolutionary leap the deadly nieces virus may take. Tp4 is a player of Plague Inc,  he knows first hand how a virus can go from mild nuisance to deadly in only a few clicks..

Well, On the internet, Tp4 has already clicked thousands of times in one afternoon.. This plight is surely to take over, any time now.. He focuses all of his attention to chart the distress that's paving forward. Suddenly a sharp soreness in his shoulders..  aigh.. the old battle scar from his million hours vidya trainings..

Tp4 is thirsty.. he is going to brave the many flight of stairs for a soda.. 

It's so cold, so very damn cold..  Perhaps Tp4 will order some warm bubble tea on his phone delivered..

Yes, something with extra pudding at the bottom.. TThe extra protein in the agar substance will help bolster Tp4's immune systems as he treads on ominously..   

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Infected Journal. Day 0.88.  Liquid Recharge, help is coming


The bubble tea has been ordered.. Large, Pu-erh Tea, Cream frothing, tapioca, rainbow-tapioca, jello squares, agar vanilla pudding, mango pudding, coconut splints.

Tp4 is tense, he sits there awaiting the rescue tea..  In this dark coldness, he wonders if the barista will get his order right.. It's a pretty complicated request to get. Will the tapioca be overcooked this time, will the tapioca gods be kind.  Silly Silly Tp4,  now he regrets getting 2 types of tapioca, surely they're going to over-or-undercook one of them.. sigh...  In face of despair, Tp4 is considering phoning the shop to ask them about their handling of these glutinous spheres.

At this late hour, the barista has had a full day of work already, he is surely tired, maybe the complicated order will send him over the edge into Loathing.

Tp4 lets out loudly, Haha, he's just purchased a product that may be the embodiment of h8tred.. oh how did this daft endeavor even come to be. Tp4 remembers , he is thirsty.. The peapod stir-fry during dinner had been a bit on the salty side, and Tp4 did not eat much rice tonight to balance that saltiness..

He should've ordered a cake pastry of some sort to go with the bubble tea..  The virus has spread too far into Tp4's nervous system.. Clearly his prefrontal cortex is running at reduced capacity.


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Infected Journal. Day 0.92.  Legacy, Those who an end cometh


The Bubble Tea had been but a balm. Its warmth satiating, the scent and sweetness intoxicates. Yet, there was only 800ml of that goodness, even though Tp4 ordered a "Large". 

Though a semblance of an energy balance has returned to the Tp4 collective, his cells now craved warmth more than ever.. at the end of the tea, both the past and the future look even more bleak..

This sugar high had been too quick and fleeting.  Insulin regulation is now in full effect.. Oh the dread...... the come down..

As Tp4 reads geekhack and the responses to his orchestrated madness, he realizes that there are those that would prefer the virus overcomes.

But can he blame them, all peoples are of the human collective, ownership is always temporary, his ergodoxies will need a home, his 24core servers will host other sites..  Tp4 can't be as selfish in death as he's been in life. Hoarding so much computing power merely to transcode his immense iso collections.

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Infected Journal. Day 0.95.  Fainting, Eyes that do not open


Why is it that thoughts turn towards darkness late at night. Is it really just the morning's blue light that makes us happy ?  Are humans inherently sad but temporarily happy, or are they happy and only temporarily sad.

These rhetorics are certainly unoriginal. Yet, perhaps the abundance of derivative thinking is indicative of our cognitive limitations in general. Human minds, the brain, obeys the laws of physics. By the great laws, we only assemble and collect knowledge, we do not create it.  What is originality then, if what's there had always been and will be in some form.

Judgement, the bigoted framework of poorly programmed minds. These people cannot reason beyond addition. They do not see that 2 is unique from 1. All numbers and all markers are approximates. ...

These are the derisions which plague Tp4's mind before his eyes close.. The beckoning cold of the bed and comforter washes over Tp4's body, lulling him towards unawareness. Each time this happens, he thinks whateves, if I don't wake up, so be it. God has been too kind to me already.

However, do we wake, only because that debt to the higher power remains unpaid.. is that why we are shaken from bliss each morning..


These are thoughts of morrow.

[Jokrik]

So, I'm like, @ home today..

3rd time ever babysitting..


I try to feed my niece yea?  she's sick..  as i'm doing the airplane spoon thing,  she leans in, bumps her nose on the spoon, then turns and sneezes right into my mouth..

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I guess I'll be looking forward to chicken soup..

It's already good enough that she didn't puke on you

 ^-^

[fanpeople]

Having initially started as an only child till the age of 8, eventually over the years ending up with 5 sisters.I have to say they eventually build your tollerence for discusting crcumstances.

[Leslieann]

It's already good enough that she didn't puke on you

That was my first thought as well. It could have been worse... Much worse.

Kids are walking germ factories, luckily adults have a stronger immune system, so you may not catch anything TP.

[tp4tissue]

I think I'm feeling it already...  I feel weaker than this morning.. and my typing speed seems to be below average..

[Jokrik]

I think I'm feeling it already...  I feel weaker than this morning.. and my typing speed seems to be below average..

You measure your health with your typing speed?

[whmeltonjr]

I think I'm feeling it already...  I feel weaker than this morning.. and my typing speed seems to be below average..

You measure your health with your typing speed?

You don't?

[Jokrik]

I think I'm feeling it already...  I feel weaker than this morning.. and my typing speed seems to be below average..

You measure your health with your typing speed?

You don't?

I go to the doctor , like any other people would do
 ) ) )

But I rarely get sick, wife has been very buggering me with the whole daily vitamins intake, fish oil and antioxidant

[tp4tissue]

I think I'm feeling it already...  I feel weaker than this morning.. and my typing speed seems to be below average..

You measure your health with your typing speed?

You don't?

I go to the doctor , like any other people would do
 ) ) )

But I rarely get sick, wife has been very buggering me with the whole daily vitamins intake, fish oil and antioxidant

Antioxident..   God damn oxygen..  we don't need ne of that, no sir...

[tp4tissue]

/sniffles

I think the infection has rapidly progressed beyond the turning point. I feel slightly warm to the touch. There's that slight tightness in the neck, the kind right before you get super sick. I also feel a mild headache.

I thought the incubation period for these things is 2 days, but obviously Sifo type viruses are super effective against Sifos.

[tp4tissue]

Infected Journal. Day 0.5.   Outbreak, The Nieces Virus


Tp4 lays in bed now. A pervasive rigidity in his muscles. He's used to physical discomfort, coming from only a modest income family. What's much more awful is the thought of the inevitable events in the transition to full infection. It has clearly already influenced his cognitive and motor control functions. His once adequate average speed of 142wpm Has fallen to 130. No longer faster than the average digital peasants.

The dread of what's to come. Unbearable. What's going to happen to the Geekhack frontier if this virus kills him. Will the few funnier geekhack characters be able to carry the flame forward. Even now in moments of vicious danger Tp4 only has thoughts for others. He wishes them the best, even towards his enemies, Tp4 is magnanimous.


What a great guy..
 

[azhdar]

r u gonna rip?

[tp4tissue]

r u gonna rip?

Stay tuned...

[tp4tissue]

Infected Journal. Day 0.87.  Responsibilities, Can't type while cold



Tp4 is cold, the computer here is not in a heated office.  The lights arn't on. The environment's only beacon is the glow of geekhack from this cheapo 27" monitor. Thank god for IPS he thinks. At least when the time comes, Tp4 won't have to deal with viewing angles and color degredation around corners..

The temperature feels colder than it is. Probably because the infection is eating away at Tp4's precious energy reserves.  Luckily, he had fried fish for dinner. Fish so thin and crispy, you can eat it whole, bones and all.  He will need this extra nutrition to stay alive.. Who knows what sudden evolutionary leap the deadly nieces virus may take. Tp4 is a player of Plague Inc,  he knows first hand how a virus can go from mild nuisance to deadly in only a few clicks..

Well, On the internet, Tp4 has already clicked thousands of times in one afternoon.. This plight is surely to take over, any time now.. He focuses all of his attention to chart the distress that's paving forward. Suddenly a sharp soreness in his shoulders..  aigh.. the old battle scar from his million hours vidya trainings..

Tp4 is thirsty.. he is going to brave the many flight of stairs for a soda.. 

It's so cold, so very damn cold..  Perhaps Tp4 will order some warm bubble tea on his phone delivered..

Yes, something with extra pudding at the bottom.. TThe extra protein in the agar substance will help bolster Tp4's immune systems as he treads on ominously..   

[tp4tissue]

Infected Journal. Day 0.88.  Liquid Recharge, help is coming


The bubble tea has been ordered.. Large, Pu-erh Tea, Cream frothing, tapioca, rainbow-tapioca, jello squares, agar vanilla pudding, mango pudding, coconut splints.

Tp4 is tense, he sits there awaiting the rescue tea..  In this dark coldness, he wonders if the barista will get his order right.. It's a pretty complicated request to get. Will the tapioca be overcooked this time, will the tapioca gods be kind.  Silly Silly Tp4,  now he regrets getting 2 types of tapioca, surely they're going to over-or-undercook one of them.. sigh...  In face of despair, Tp4 is considering phoning the shop to ask them about their handling of these glutinous spheres.

At this late hour, the barista has had a full day of work already, he is surely tired, maybe the complicated order will send him over the edge into Loathing.

Tp4 lets out loudly, Haha, he's just purchased a product that may be the embodiment of h8tred.. oh how did this daft endeavor even come to be. Tp4 remembers , he is thirsty.. The peapod stir-fry during dinner had been a bit on the salty side, and Tp4 did not eat much rice tonight to balance that saltiness..

He should've ordered a cake pastry of some sort to go with the bubble tea..  The virus has spread too far into Tp4's nervous system.. Clearly his prefrontal cortex is running at reduced capacity.

[jaffers]

even if i quit keyboards i'd still browse the forums for tp threads

[azhdar]

Is you testament ready?
If not you should do it already.
You don't want your sweet ergodoxies or your OC computers to get in the hands of common plebs.
Maybe make a WPM contest to decide who's worthy of it?

[tp4tissue]

Infected Journal. Day 0.92.  Legacy, Those who an end cometh


The Bubble Tea had been but a balm. Its warmth satiating, the scent and sweetness intoxicates. Yet, there was only 800ml of that goodness, even though Tp4 ordered a "Large". 

Though a semblance of an energy balance has returned to the Tp4 collective, his cells now craved warmth more than ever.. at the end of the tea, both the past and the future look even more bleak..

This sugar high had been too quick and fleeting.  Insulin regulation is now in full effect.. Oh the dread...... the come down..

As Tp4 reads geekhack and the responses to his orchestrated madness, he realizes that there are those that would prefer the virus overcomes.

But can he blame them, all peoples are of the human collective, ownership is always temporary, his ergodoxies will need a home, his 24core servers will host other sites..  Tp4 can't be as selfish in death as he's been in life. Hoarding so much computing power merely to transcode his immense iso collections.

[tp4tissue]

Infected Journal. Day 0.95.  Fainting, Eyes that do not open


Why is it that thoughts turn towards darkness late at night. Is it really just the morning's blue light that makes us happy ?  Are humans inherently sad but temporarily happy, or are they happy and only temporarily sad.

These rhetorics are certainly unoriginal. Yet, perhaps the abundance of derivative thinking is indicative of our cognitive limitations in general. Human minds, the brain, obeys the laws of physics. By the great laws, we only assemble and collect knowledge, we do not create it.  What is originality then, if what's there had always been and will be in some form.

Judgement, the bigoted framework of poorly programmed minds. These people cannot reason beyond addition. They do not see that 2 is unique from 1. All numbers and all markers are approximates. ...

These are the derisions which plague Tp4's mind before his eyes close.. The beckoning cold of the bed and comforter washes over Tp4's body, lulling him towards unawareness. Each time this happens, he thinks whateves, if I don't wake up, so be it. God has been too kind to me already.

However, do we wake, only because that debt to the higher power remains unpaid.. is that why we are shaken from bliss each morning..


These are thoughts of morrow.

[Jokrik]

I dibs in your ergodox
Please tell that to your family?

[tp4tissue]

I dibs in your ergodox
Please tell that to your family?

My ergodox is super dangerous now that it's got all these drill caps on it.

[Bromono]

I dibs in your ergodox
Please tell that to your family?

My ergodox is super dangerous now that it's got all these drill caps on it.

Did you actually make those?

[tp4tissue]

I dibs in your ergodox
Please tell that to your family?

My ergodox is super dangerous now that it's got all these drill caps on it.

Did you actually make those?

what do you mean make those?

who else would make um ?

I just have the ones I made,  there arn't any in production though, that's the issue.

The factory won't do less than 100 units..

[fanpeople]

RIP Tp he was a good bot, he was a kind AI. We will remember him.

[noisyturtle]

Kids smell like cookie crumbs and ****.

[fanpeople]

Kids smell like cookie crumbs and ****.

So kids smell like you  ... jks..srs...nahjks

[noisyturtle]

Kids smell like cookie crumbs and ****.

So kids smell like you  ... jks..srs...nahjks

but for srs, don't dey do? ****ing sticky handed bastards smell like cookies an **** for real. Like stale sugar cookies and **** filled-diapers getting their bug juice all over my white carpet and touchin my vidya games, I say "Don't bring these *******s in my apartment when you come over" but parents don't give a ****. Damn place looks like a chimp road a goat through my apartment when they leave

[fanpeople]

Kids smell like cookie crumbs and ****.

So kids smell like you  ... jks..srs...nahjks

but for srs, don't dey do? ****ing sticky handed bastards smell like cookies an **** for real. Like stale sugar cookies and **** filled-diapers getting their bug juice all over my white carpet and touchin my vidya games, I say "Don't bring these *******s in my apartment when you come over" but parents don't give a ****. Damn place looks like a chimp road a goat through my apartment when they leave

Yeah they do smell

[jaffers]

but for srs, don't dey do? ****ing sticky handed bastards smell like cookies an **** for real. Like stale sugar cookies and **** filled-diapers getting their bug juice all over my white carpet and touchin my vidya games, I say "Don't bring these *******s in my apartment when you come over" but parents don't give a ****. Damn place looks like a chimp road a goat through my apartment when they leave

Quote of the year

[bazh]

I hate kids