it's a mess. seriously. wtf. look away for five minutes and physical host drops dead. google up and decides to give away host name to squarespace of all places. ffs. anyway, got that shit back from them and now it's with cloudflare, which is at least a little less cringe. no authentication server for the moment so i have to edit this file in ed like literally ED. can you believe it's XX23 and im editing a file with ed? im doing it and I don't beleive it. anyway. what else? helion is dead i think? again. and along with her gemini is down. gemini sucks anyway. i mean the protocol is fine . um ya. oh also muffet is toast, which means even if the module to generate html were added yet (it's not) it wouldn't matter. the database exists. somewhere. but until auth is running again it doesn't matter. need to get a new router because ISP doesn't trust it's users to configure them. it's a disaster in short. anyway the trip to tyria was fun. got to see some old friends in the mists. but if shit hits the fan every time i blink it's going to be a long time before i get a chance to go back.
*blinks*
the past 4 days have been an effort in serializing power. It's an excrutiating task. Certian things have to be done before others. Strange dependancies reveal themselves. I am translocating my FoB. Currently as I write this I am coasting on shared wifi from cell, using an ebook, tapping into temuorin directly. Once Myugii is back online this will no longer be viewable. a testament to the frail nature of this connection. Existing only at the brink of my whole network being destroyed. On a page which only displays itself for a moment before redirecting you somewhere else. The backup it redirects you too also a shadow of it's typical self, lacking any bells or whistles. no graphics, no audio. Use gemini by the way. That still is functioning as usual. By all rights i shouldn't be able to connect to temuorin presently. It means I set something up wrong that I can. Anyway. It's really painful collecting one's self into boxes. It's similarly painful consigning myself to something different. I don't like change much. It's unconfortable. It triggers my anxiety. Perhaps that's why the aliens who snached me went to such great effort to construct this simulacrum to contain me in the first place. I was too unstable in the wider environment they hoped I'd flurish in. Self destructive. For some reason tho, this moment of change comes with it a desire to attempt something again. Something I lost grip of about 4 years ago. Something that stalked me in the night, and manifested in digital screams in mp4 containers for these past 4 years, peaking a year and half ago or so.
have you noticed that the like button flashes when the host says "smash that like button"?