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A little context to the current state of the interwebs. Just be sure to have some antacids handy:

I just woke up, and I wanna talk about how the first paragraph of so many wikipedia articles is an ancient spell that summons every know-it-all in the universe to try make their mark -- essentially scribbling graffiti all over what should be a clean *introduction* of a historic figure.

For example, the entry for Descartes begins like so:

René Descartes (/̵d̴e̵ɪ̵ˈ̶k̵ɑ̷ː̷r̸t̴/̸ ̶o̴r̵ ̵U̶K̵:̸ ̶/̵ˈ̸d̴e̴ɪ̸k̵ɑ̵ː̴r̶t̸/̵;̶ ̴F̷r̷e̷n̶c̸h̴:̴ ̴[̶ʁ̵ə̴n̷e̴ ̵d̷e̸k̵a̸ʁ̷t̶]̷ ̸(̵A̸b̴o̶u̴t̷ ̸t̸h̶i̷s̴ ̴s̸o̵u̴n̵d̸l̶i̴s̵t̷e̵n̸)̸;̸ ̷L̴a̸t̸i̶n̵i̸z̵e̷d̷:̵ ̷R̴e̸n̶a̸t̸u̴s̶ ̸C̷a̸r̷t̶e̸s̷i̷u̸s̷;̸[̷b̵]̷ ̴3̷1̸ ̶M̶a̴r̶c̷h̴ ̶1̷5̸9̸6̷ ̸–̸ ̷1̷1̵ ̴F̸e̷b̶r̵u̵a̶r̶y̶ ̷1̶6̴5̴0̷[̷1̸5̶]̴[̸1̵6̷]̶[̷1̴7̶]̷[̷1̷8̴]̸:̶5̷8̸) was a French-born philosopher, mathematician, and scientist. A native of the Kingdom of France, he spent about 20 years (1629–1649) of his life in the Dutch Republic after serving for a while in the D̸u̷t̴c̶h̴ ̴S̷t̴a̶t̵e̴s̸ ̸A̵r̸m̴y̸ ̷o̶f̴ ̶M̸a̸u̸r̸i̷c̸e̸ ̵o̷f̴ ̵N̷a̵s̶s̵a̶u̵,̸ ̷P̵r̴i̴n̴c̶e̵ ̵o̶f̴ ̷O̷r̷a̴n̵g̴e̵ ̷a̵n̷d̷ ̸t̵h̴e̴ ̶S̴t̵a̷d̶t̴h̶o̵l̴d̶e̴r̶ ̴o̴f̴ ̸t̴h̷e̶ ̸U̶n̸i̵t̸e̷d̸ ̴P̷r̴o̸v̸i̴n̸c̴e̴s̴. One of the most notable intellectual figures of the Dutch Golden Age,[19] D̶e̸s̷c̸a̴r̶t̴e̵s̶ ̷i̸s̵ ̷a̸l̸s̶o̵ ̸̮̈́w̸̩̽i̷͔̒ḍ̶̽e̸̥͛ḻ̶̉y̴̨͆ ̸̟̍r̸̢̀ě̵̥g̵͔̑a̵̢̔ŗ̶̚d̷̥͐e̶̻̐ď̷̺ ̶͓̋ ̷̻̳̃̈ạ̵̡͕̠̇̾̽̿s̷̰̝͚̠̀̊ ̷͇̼̩̀͐̐͝ͅo̶̤̰͒͝n̷̬̮̔̄̀ͅë̴̢̘ ̵͎̖̣͘ͅo̶̖͆͋̽f̷̝̺̈́̚͜ ̸̱̦̈́ ̸̜̚t̷̨͉̓̉͐̽̌h̷̞̗̞̭͍͎͓̭̃̆̐̏̓̋͗͘͝ë̶̡̛͖̦̳̼̰̱̾̆́̐͆̚ ̸̢̣̱̹̱̗̼͙͙̮̭͙̀̉͒͛̈́̈́̈́̀̀͂̓͑̒̾͜͝f̷̛̮͙̤̺̺͈͙̭͒͌́̀́̌͗̋̍̀̚ǫ̶̛̭̗͍̺̣͈͎̗̮̬̈̓̌͆̒̈ŭ̷̧͓̬̜͊̄̀͛͊̒̈́̚̕ṇ̴̡̪͈̓̂̐̃̈̈́̑̾͌͆̈́̅d̸̨̬̼̤̲̹̱͚͓̩̙̗̈͛̀̔̽̍͠e̵̢͍̫͉̘͇͇͍̊̃͊̈͌̄͗̇̉̉̏́̐͋͐͘r̷̖͍̭̝̘̼̭̦̫̺̆͆̐͘s̶̛̲͂̔̋́̈̏͝ ̸̨̼̳͔͍͈̲͓̜̥̖̑͗̌͝ ̴̨͕͇̹͑̿̈́̊̇͘ǫ̴̧͚̞͓͍̥̮̼̣̻̾̓̀̑̌̔́͜ḟ̴̧̢̢̤̪̺͔̙̖͎̺̣̤̣̰͔̗͖̻̫̊̈́̉̈͗̾̅͘ ̶̢̥̺̮͚͉͉͔̤̙͔̻̯͖̤͓̞͖̫̜͍̥̎̌̓̓̓̓̈̏̄͊̊́̈́̆̌̉̀̈͗͘ ̷̛͓̼͈͇̼̠͍͉͓̲͚̞͙̼͙̞̺̪͈̣̼͉͓̝̠̮́̐̾͒̉̆̿̔̀̄̑̉͜m̵̧̡̛̮̖̫̘͈̯̗͎̯̟͖̞͍̝̮̠͖͓̭̤̾̅̌̈́͒̍̓̄̇̀́͛̈́͑̂͆̀̐̎́̋̃̈́̅̚̕ͅớ̴̡͙̥̭͉̖̲̜̮̦̒́͆̑͌͂́̒̈͐͆́̇̔͒̿͒̍͒̓́̓͐͘̚͠͝͝͝d̴̳̰͈͛́́͂̌̈́̋̿̏̽̄̀̍̈́͛̔͑͛͌̍̑̾͘̕͘̚͝͝e̸͓̣͉͚̬̣̼̼̻͙͈̹̹̣̼̹̻̻̟̝̾̿̍̓͋̇́̎͌͌̈́̀̔̎̒̉̐̕͘͝͝͠͝r̷̨̧̞̭̬͈̟̲̘̯̳̱͖̤̯̩̗̂̈̔͑̋̅̆͜͜͜ͅn̷͖͕̟̹̞͖͋͑͛͠͝ ̷̢̤̪͍̖͕̱̯̰̑͛̓́̏͂̃̔̒̽̂̒̓̆̎̀̊̓̆̈̅͋̋̆̂̏̽̎̋͠͝͝ͅ ̵̡̧̢̟͙̭̼̩͓̲̫̹̳̮̼͓͍̞̣̭͈̟̜̪̠͇̭̪̳̱̬̱͈̱̟̲͉̲̳̲̻̳͔̫̫͈̫͇͉̱͙͇̰͇̗̜̻̱̰͌͊̐͒̂͌̀̋̄̈́́̚͜ͅp̸̡̡̡̡̡̛̛̟̜̼͚̺̘͕̜̼̗̰͚̠̦̰͖̮̘̪͔̼̠̫̲̻̦͈̙̳͖̩̤̺͇͚͉̬̿̈́̓͐̂͝͝ͅͅͅh̷̢̛̛̗̥̟̮̖͎͉̗̰͔̣̩͉́̎̅̀͑̈̑̑̈́̈̾͒͂̌̅̂͆̍̇͆̓͊̐̍̈́̅̿̈́̇͐͌̅̽̂̄͆́͒̈́̑͘͘͜͜͠ͅì̷̢̧̬͙̦͉͕̝͎͓̠̬̳̗̖̘͈̟̰͕͍͕͕̜̠̠̪̦͙̳̲̰̰͇̖͎̼̯͎̱̟̫̗̯̈́́̊͒̒̑͆͋͆̒͛̐͌̀̆̔̈́̏͆̈́͋̓͐͆̌̽̆͋̍͌̅͒͛̽̎̉̀͋̆̿̍͋͗̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅl̵̨̢̧̧̧̛̛͎͉̫̟̠̯̱̺̜͔̘̮̤̲̜̗̻̰̼̩̰̫͎̣̯͙̣͎̠̭͍̠̜̰̯̙̺͚̼̪̦̰̥̹͍̟͕̯̹̅̿̅̉̊̒́̑̃̈́͌̇̈́̈̃̐̔̿̃̆̓́͊͌́̈́̀͊̏̌̓̎̔͊̇̍̈́̋̇̾̂̄̌͗̅͘̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅö̵̢̨̨̧̨̹̰̫͇̦̮̝̝̥̬̠̗̥̙̤̝͚̩̥͇͔̖̦̼̼̜̪́̀̀̈͂̀̂̂͆̓̋̓̃͆̽̽͂̆͆̓͐͌͐́̿̍͐̿̈̄͛̍̐̏͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅs̵̛͇̞̻̞̘̽͒̇̓̀̊̅̄͆̒̎͊͋͆̈́͘͜͠o̴̡̡̢̤͉̼̭̗͚̫̭̞̠͔̭̰̙̲̞̘͕̮͇̲̖̺̟͉̗̜̱̮͇̰̜͇̪̰͊̐̉͆̔̀̓̾͑̓͗̌̆̍̈́͑͘ͅp̷̧̡̧̫̮̦̣̙̫̪̩̹̦͕̠̜͚̖̜͔̖͓̪͈̣͍͐̓̏̾̔͗̇̏̋͐̔͆̅̇̂͛̽̄͐̎ḧ̵̡̧̛͍͕̣̲͖͇̜͕͚͓̜̉̊̂̍̐̀̒́̇̋̓͛́̐̾̈́̏̈́̕͝͝y̷̛̛̛͕̫̋̈́̽͆̿͋̏̈́̔̾͐͌̽̿̒̀͑͊̄͆̌̋̍̈́̑̓͂̾̀̈́̃͐̆̓̌̐͒̉̓́͛̃̎̀̾̽̀̓̚͘͝͝͝͠.̵̨̢̧̧̛̻̦̗̼̰̯̜͉͍̲̱̼̹̟̤̻͉̥̬̖̳̫̼͓͓̟͇͖̻̰̝̺͖̝̙̻͖̠͎͍̮̹̘̜̰̗̮̯̼̏͆̐͌̐̌́̀̏̓͂͒́͛͑͌͑̐̓̀͐̇̉̚̚͝ͅͅ

Anyone else see this, or do I need a coffee?

SMASH IT UP!

Not to get too existential (or body horror, sorry about the gif, it make me laff), but I just stumbled across the music video to an old favourite. The nostalgia was unexpected, I promise.

(no, they don't MEAN IT LITERALLY MOM!)

From the latest Magic week prompt (link should be in the site header, otherwise also at the end of this journal).

The power flowed into him, filling his lungs, spreading out in his blood like oxygen, and settling into the marrow of his bones. He felt himself smile in a way that he hadn't since he was a boy learning to cast his first spell. He had devoted decades to the study of magic, but now, now he was magic.

A glow lit the trees around him. He couldn't be sure if it was the setting sun, or if the glow came from his own skin. A beetle crawled on the ground nearby, seemingly unconcerned with what it had just witnessed, but yet its movements were in time with his heartbeat. A bird in the sky flapped its wings to the same rhythm.

A breeze plucked at his hair and clothes. He began to dance, slowly at first; he followed the wind, and the wind followed him. He moved faster, twirling and leaping, until even the fallen leaves were dancing around him. When he stopped, all was still.

He smiled again, and raised his arms to the sky. The first stars were visible. He watched them for a long time, and felt each twinkle as a tingle in his capillaries. By the time the sun rose, there was no trace of him.

more keyboard jazz; I'm fine

(rather than fixing the typo in the title, or doing something else entirely, I spilled mULti-dImEnTiOnAl gin on my keyboard and now the key between 'A' and 'D' doeen't work, eorry for juet hitting 'E' inetead. And I'm not ueing a damn neural link inetead of this broken keyboard, are you kidding me? THOeE ThInGe MoNiToR OuR ThOuGhTe)

1. I normally do this with pen and paper but anyhow.

The thing that ie a n n o y i n g about the laggy input ie that it'e eeemingly running the emote / WYEIWYGDG pareer with e v e r y key preee, and that meane that if there are any memory leake or inefficiency, or other dietracting proceee in the code

IT'E HORRIBLE TO TYPE ON

Typing on dA forcee ue to type at typewriter pace (If people are ueing a PC / external keyboard, typin one char at a time). Which is actually kinda hilarioue in practiee, and there ie eomething to be eaid about taking the time to really think about whether what you have to eay is worth the euffering. And nothing eeaks to euffering more than dierupted epeech patterne ecraweled on a cell wall.

haha, I gueee at minimum it might encourage a more creative application of my vocabulary, but that makee me eound like eomeone from bizdev, which ie fine, I gueee, but I'm more of a freelance direct marketing coneultant. Which, if you aek anyone on the etreet juet meane I'm a bullehit artiet.

ani- anyhow, eno- enuff uf that *burp* MORTY etop playin w'youre elf, ehow me dem hande MORTY SHOW ME THEM HANDS, now okay jeeze, now-now, NOW ca-calm down, CALM DOWN and *burp* you're c- COMING WITH US *burp*