OK, turing.

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Sun Jun 16 20:41:20 EDT 2019

22nd amendment

Sun Jun 16 17:37:17 EDT 2019

Sun Jun 16 11:11:18 EDT 2019
Brad Marchand w/tears in his eyes and says it’s worst loss of his career.  Says
he’ll never get over it.  Charlie McAvoy was speechless for a number of questions.
Jake DeBrusk just sat w/a towel on his head, dejected.  Most stunned locker room
I’ve covered since 2010 loss to Flyers

Sun Jun 16 10:17:49 EDT 2019









Sun Jun 16 04:31:33 EDT 2019
1147 McChomdrick hopped out and gave 427 a hand down from the capsule.  He was
accustomed to this sort of behavior, which would have been viewed as grossly
indecent a mere 10 years before...  well, from their own time period...  he
stopped, realizing he had already walked quite a ways into the searing heat of
their landing zone.  He shook his head and looked back for 427, who had crawled
back inside the capsule.  He turned and began marching resolutely back to his
interim travelling companion until they could restore the hierarchy.  Things had
begun to unravel with book tourism, and continued to get worse at an exponential
speed.  Many eminent scientists now believed that every time anyone travelled
backwards through time, the paradox ripped spacetime into parallel universes,
halving the energy of the universe left until total heatdeath, a clear paradox
itself made worse with each passing jump.  Invisibility suits were introduced as a
way to combat this problem, but it did not always work.  Humans are funny like
that.  Some kind of sixth sense.

1147 McChomdrick shook 427 and wondered how some people could be so oppositional
to everything.  He treated this fellow like a superior.  The state of affairs back
home had made things worse than ever.  It would have been unheard of for a
nameless 427, undoubtedly smarter than any 1147, to be paired with anyone who had
earned the name McChomdrick for a mission of any importance.  427 was a slacker
who got through life on his number alone.  He was looking up, the nameless brute,
sullen boredom on his face.  He commented on the heat.  There was no further
conversation, 427 eventually staggering to his feet.

"How will we know which one he is?" 427 asked.

1147 McChomdrick gritted his teeth and acted annoyed.  He really was annoyed.
Smarter people should at least be nice when they're delivering bad news like that.
He would just pretend he knew.  "I imagine he'll be the first we encounter.  This
is all precision work.  People like you just have no faith," he said with a touch
of doubt.

427 laughed rudely.  "Listen 11, may I call you 11?  I don't think you're even
capable of doing all the study I did for this mission.  I'm just here because you
will have questions.  I just had a question of my own, and I think it confirms my
suspicions about the general state of our mission." He said this last part with a
clear expression of his thoughts he'd already shared profusely about the odds of
their success.  Strangely, he agreed with the scientists about the number of these
odds, but he still seemed to think it was doomed to fail.  As to 427's question,
the man may not be so smart after all.

"Of course you can call me 11...  but I want to be in charge.  Never forget I am
McChomdrick too." As he said it, 427's face fell a little.  11 felt bad for the
man.  In the next moment he realized that was clearly a mistake.  427 was angry

"Pity?  You pity me?  Whatever...  11..." 427 said with a derisive snort.  11 was
almost afraid of him for a moment.  Then he said he heard someone coming, and they
both entered concealment.  A naked sun-weathered man stumbled by and stopped for a
moment.  Shit.  That already meant minute changes, if he felt them standing so
close by.  427 didn't think this made sense.  He began pulling back as 11 moved
towards the man to hypoderm him.  427 shouted to 11 to stop just as he hypodermed
the man, and the man, who couldn't possibly be the right one, who couldn't
possibly fix this all, who couldn't possibly not have heard 427 shouting, spun
around and began running into the desert.  11 swore under his breath like some
kind of hero character, nervous at a lifelong dream come true.  They looked at
each other, and began to chase the man into the desert, away from the capsule.

Sat Jun 15 23:46:02 EDT 2019
,Aircraft Carrier
,Chess Board
,Compact Disc
,Data Base
,Jet fighter
,Leather jacket
,Money $$$$
,Space Shuttle
,Spot Light
,Swimming Pool
,Tennis racquet
Pocket watch, Chandelier, Scrambled eggs, WIFI, Zombie, Facebook, Black hole,
Birthday, Full moon, Computer, Lollipop, Dragon, Bubble bath, Kitten, Rainbow,
Glasses, Mermaid, Photo, Stethoscope, Captain, Skip, Nurse, Igloo, Camera,
Toothbrush, Recycle, Eyeball, Eiffel Tower

Sat Jun 15 23:34:31 EDT 2019
- не используйте уведомления.  Хотя для не экстренных случаев норм.
- не импользуйте ком строку.  Юзайте реалпас и неймы.
- использование пси требует тюнинга

Sat Jun 15 23:15:20 EDT 2019
/proc/688/text:amd64 plan 9 executable
acid: lstk()
abort()+0x0 /sys/src/libc/9sys/abort.c:6
panic1(s=0x407bc1)+0x27 /sys/src/cmd/samterm/main.c:691
panic()+0x19 /sys/src/cmd/samterm/main.c:683
scrmark(r=0x1f200000008,l=0x40cbb0)+0x50 /sys/src/cmd/samterm/scroll.c:60
scroll(l=0x40cbb0,but=0x7800000005)+0x1da /sys/src/cmd/samterm/scroll.c:127
threadmain(argv=0x7fffffffefa0)+0x457 /sys/src/cmd/samterm/main.c:127
mainlauncher()+0x18 /sys/src/libthread/main.c:59
launcheramd64(arg=0x417380,f=0x22140a)+0x10 /sys/src/libthread/amd64.c:11
0xfefefefefefefefe ?file?:0

Sat Jun 15 23:10:11 EDT 2019

Sat Jun 15 20:22:18 EDT 2019

Sat Jun 15 18:08:52 EDT 2019
  puts("hello, world!");

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