the longest journey you will ever make, is the 8 inches between your head and your heart. fucking roadworks again. whatever your opinion, think like me. what would you do? what should i do? you tell me.
it’s reight i know this part, indeterminate length of fuck all; whoever told you once that i wouldn’t go fucking quietly? even that was a load of shietly
hold on? or let go? is it possible to let go tightly? yes it is. but it is a chiral expression, as much as mankind have been working on the problem since the dawn of sentient life … one could never make a pass grip or “shake hands” *jazz hands impression* with himself. this is a two ^(wo)man$ job, so come into the light or fucking get on with it and mosh.
i only just found out how brilliant this theme is when im not using a fucking computer. not helping really though was it
if you want me to get rid of the conscience and leave all the versions i got rid of because of what some things are worth to me more than the fact that even though i was exponentially more of a prick back then than ive ever been in my life then and i remember the shape of the pixels on the mini pacman table in the old house it didn’t bother me then it wouldn’t upset me now
all that’s left is the drowning man philosophy but my camera survived, it all started with a 1 day sale of 512GB microSD card on sale for 26 quid – i got myself one and i got my dad one, but the card literally worked in fuck all. then there was this camera that just come out, bucket listed “submersible device in the shower” everyone felt a bit weird after they watched that but now i have to use my telly as a fucking energy saving level G fucking golliath blasting 73 chest xrays per second in my face
its not perfect but its not permanent either. but I will adapt, that’s what i do. once i discovered how to, there’s nothing i don’t think there’s anything left that can really top some of the unbelievable shit ive been through, whether it justifies an audience-fapping opinion so choice it dignifies the monocle and pocket watch evening jacket scrutiny off you know who 😉 ive never been that defensive of my own hypocrisy in just the sMe way though and i don’t take it personal any more because we both know better than that so much we could collaborate and put on one heck of an oscar wilde show 😉
conscience fodder. it levels out once i get too busy to proof read it then i just hope i finished what i started cos i have to go
today’s homework: https://www.ibm.com/topics/quantum-safe-cryptography#A+short+window+to+prepare who are IBM anyway they talk a right lot and they’re meant to be proper good on computers but they don’t seem to do a right lot
i made a 3D intelligent collaboration model that theoretical nodes A + B where A and B want to communicate securely and have [a fucking while] to set up a (i would say don’t use anything running pre-windows 10 “the last operating system you will need” – but if security is something you want you shouldn’t be running these things anyway) an automatically generated matrix of polydirectional but unmemorisable and completely disposable (but numerically non re-usable) elliptic curves, each using a juvenile best number between 1 and 100 to decide the winner gets to be private and the bitch gets to be public – that is the order of things – which is “cube shaped” [easiest shape i could be assed to make]
as a cube is built, A and B start throwing random numbers at one another, once a certain criteria i came up with is satisfied, a [10101010101010] 6 chances but only that of rand(brainpoolP512r1,the NIST secp521r1), then the roll out of 100 to decide who is private/public
criteria: only each time [ A sends to and receives from B (AB) and B sends to and receives from A (BA) all 4 are primary numbers after exchanging massive randomly generated double precision unsigned floating point [computers’ version of standard form 2N+1 “or summat”] numbers, after an indefinite amount of time that it takes to come up with this, it is possible that this process could keep going on forever, this is the time consuming part, mostly. but i had to put my flavour of twat into it so:
[lottery lucky dip generator formula i made when i had a salary and a gambling problem that dumps shit numbers that have already been used / somehow arbitrarily too close together – even though the balls that come out on a winning ticket manage to have 3 or 4 numbers ridiculously consecutive of one another]
this means that if any one of the 4 prime numbers has already been used in the last X [X = your patience / practicality / possibility] you can call it P if you like, because that’s what it takes; numbers that in my model are any 1 out of the 4 numbers disqualifies them all and starts again
once this cube automatically sets up, a not-so-often talked about but common function of encryption is to actually put the original [or the encrypted article] through data compression, so even if an automatic process somehow managed to break the encryption which – in the case of soz ard quantum is to find out the order [two highest exponents of mathematical formula i read in this forum post once just down the road from me] – the encryption method would make its last stand … and compression using an unknown [to the clever twat computer] compression method. i’m not going to be redistributing any of this or trying to make money from it, and at this point i’d already faced up to the fact that this was never going to be an _exact_ science
i made a fucking horrible profile on winRAR that will one day bring quantum computing itself into the ridicule and pointlessness of a malware-infested, ignores the genuine licence and swears to god it’s going to remain cracked by -=TwaTToolS.UssR=- anyway when this iteration of the point anywhere in the cube reached winRAR stage, i used this to decide how many painstaking levels of compression [node A and B using the best out of 100 to decide – and i had to use a little keyboard cipher of my own i use that only, actually i sincerely doubt they remember it anymore, that’s simpler than cutting someone off in a different language and less obvious and twat-like [39323334353637787977797877767574337279] it would pick 1 number out of all these and the number it picked started to have its own “number stations” [like off the radio when sinister broadcasts sending creepified steganographied morse code / sequences of numbers that came from obscure places like a british navy base but it’s in cyprus / people had to create a new type of radio to stop the https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duga_radar – that was being broadcast from something called chernopyl2 right in the middle of the exclusion zone that is uninhabitable for another 21,000 give or take years yet [1986-04-26 … i know it always gets me too] because it fucked with ALL RADIOS ON PLANET just like i think it’s funny and just ripped the piss out of these little lincolnshire poacher things that other countries intelligence services were using well into the nineties – playin their sad little tunes
but A + B started adapting by starting this weird “TLS_POLY1305_CHACHA20_SHA25 something” https://youtu.be/QnXPqUU6fI0 <– and basically what they were doing was sending definitely relevant, quantum computer could have easily derailed this separate channel of information in minutes, but it was designed with an unpredictable level of an increasingly latticed arrangement of TLS communications ….
i shit you not – it wasn’t even playing on my computer, which started having [i presumed unrelated] intermittent network problems on the application layer. first it was encrypted numbers, then A+B started sending chopped up bits of dance hall days that it had got off my phone, then when i tried to follow up one or two of these little exchanges by getting the encryption key pairs to see what was underneath – other ports started opening up. then they were storing the information on compromised machines that a script that it had written to observe which key pair i was trying to get by anticipating my early [supposed to be active directory, but in my case NTFS file and directory behaviour] and then either splitting the information up so i couldn’t get a full copy of any 1 key pair unless i copied / ordered / merged all [most of which easily more than 6] pieces of the data all at the same time
that’s when i realised it was also using my router and my phone, and a lot more shit had started going on with my phone – then my 9x”9999GB” solid archive twat profile on winRAR bluescreened the computer, that had grown beyond my control and gave me the opportunity i was starting to struggle to find vs. the intelligent personnel observation that it was advancing faster than i could work out just HOW are they communicating WHAT and WHY?
unfortunately for my own machine, it didn’t “intelligently” predict that i would deliberately end my session by crashing the machine. do you know why it didn’t? because it wasn’t an intelligent reason the machine crashed. so i headed some of my fine-tuning off at the pass – removed “0.exe” whatever the fuck that was because it was one hell of a large binary that ignored the partitions completely and just centrallly aligned text non-system storage all over. so before i continued my experiment i fucking killed a few brain cells so it wouldn’t turn against me. you can send schwarzenegger back to the future though, it only turned against me because my trying to find out what bits of wang chung and basically “https://youtu.be/QnXPqUU6fI0” had started sending [bear in mind the cube was still being formed at the same time, but was able to carry on where it left off and i dialled down the winRAR-ery] … phew
anyway when i finally got to peek into this asimov-grade shit growing beyond its master, it turned out that was A+B’s little love letters they used to keep track of how many times the stupidly unusuable encryption iterated either [before encryption / after encryption / it had developed a way to fragment X stages of Y winrar encryptions too] all i could do was listen to wang chung – spotify knocked on and started to play wang chung and i couldn’t physically determine which wang chung was the one that was being played over the top / was currently in use by the exchange of compression info
so this is what i’ve got … wang chung and his dance hall days was playing, while i watched this massive cube shaped [i had to dial down the “dump recently used numbers” bit because trust me it takes long enough to get all that shit at the same time anyway] but the experiment was completely unusuable now – why? you didn’t ask .. but somehow know you’re about to find out …. because the only reason that it started fucking me about so much is because while the cube was forming the basically and easily discoverable information about the compression [you have to decompress in precisely the same order in reverse – or you’ve lost cohesion, and the line of communication ruins all of the others and you’ve boxed the whole thing] just to throw a deliberate tangent on what it started to think my attempts at discovery were actually the would-be operation of the [probably also intelligent, so probably interpretable in the same nature as a machine operation that could adapt like a real person] quantum computer. i feel like a twat even typing the word quantum there is nothing fucking great about it. everything you read about quantum computers on the internet is somehow pitched at it as a complete fucking adversary to everything we have got going here … forum posts, online questions sites, github projects, python scripts …. how will quantum computing fuck us up? how do we stop quantum computing?
because the base clause of the quantum computing philosophy is that there will be a vested stake in the operation by a government and undoubtably military / intelligence / “scientific” department of energy in the country that this finds its first colin pitchfork. some big seriously sophisticated criminal mastermind will be chosen by something as arbitrary as my fucking shit code that turned against me anyway – first serious and deeply entrenched operation all stripped down to their underpants and chained on television in a perspex box set behind an internationally-renown press-conference that all states allied or enemy can come with no problemo so they can get right up close and smell the musty splash of the prison showers so they can see for themselves the fear of what will probably be a series of life-ending co-incidences because “they were facing multiple [if america somehow] 596 years per kilo2 to be served consecutively] and didn’t want to spend what has been a luxurious and rich life as the ranking elite of the criminal underworld, and that would have been so unpleasant from them” but really the people who had a $200,000 [again america, i don’t know why] fake tan make-up and hair grooming session shaking hands with law enforcement giants from all over the globe won’t have to go through the rigamarole of their “wife gets the video, ripe for one annihilatingly old-money prenuptual agreement that she would have been written out of the will if she didn’t sign” after they smile those insured pearly whites all over the world … to say WE DID THIS FIRST
you know what fuck off – [39323334353637787977797877767574337279] – i hope wang chung fucking haunts you all for the rest of the day, because such a beautiful craic going on before palo alto was just another hoegarden in the back teria, is something i would give computers up for good if it were such a beautiful and simple thing that you didn’t get you square eyed or have any kind of handset in the first place actually, but somehow bring a ruminating nostalgia like bliss to a [much] more innocent time, it seems from more than just wang chung’s testimony, like this
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