How should #txtnish handle permanent redirects? Prompt the user to change url? But what if timeline is run in cron? A flag like -I for non-interactive? MhhâŠ
Welcome to twtxt, @trevor@destroyed.today! Your timestamp looks like yourâre using txtnish? :)
@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Something like post_tweet_hook () { cp â$twtfileâ /var/www/twtxt.txt; }
An intelligent person
From Twitter:
The most amazing thing about the Trump presidency is that itâs made GWB look like a reasonably intelligent person.
â Derek Powazek (@fraying) February 27, 2017
And from The New York Times:
Former President George W. Bush said Monday âwe all need answersâ on the extent of contact between President Donald Trumpâs team and the Russian government, and didnât ⊠â Read more
If anybody does not know @allgebrah@www.synkretie.net, i really like its microfiction!
Slow down subjective time enough and a forest becomes a chlorophyll fire with wooden bones. And indeed, theyâre like bonfires to the gods.
Weird, the same repice serves 8 to 10 ppl in the book. I canât believe we eat the whole pot alone⊠:) Happy you liked it!
They came, ruled, left, all a century ago. Our slums overgrow their ruins like mold, our children play in monolith fields of unknown purpose
a thin static crackle like headphones unplugging, then the sound of the world cuts out and you hear the machinesâ low hum for the first time
Like the vegan sausages from Isa http://www.isachandra.com/2012/01/vegan_sausage/
Alternative outcome: They have wings, in fact theyâre all wings, spinning like helicopter blades, trailing holy fire from the hub
Cleaning the plate
My wife has always told me, âdonât eat everything in your plate, leave something!â It is her believe, and her cultureâs, that only poor people eats everything, and that if I do so, it will show I am dying of hunger, and thus, poor. If it were so, whatâs wrong with being poor? Why will I leave food on the plate, food that I really like, to pretend what I am not? I am poor, poor, poor!
That custom, though, would be an easy one to follow if the food was bad. Thatâs something ⊠â Read more
The exalted willowâs branches hang upwards, sway in the wind like an anemoneâs arms, occasionally pull in an unwary bird for a snack
You donât even recognize the characters anymore. Itâs like someone left the camera running and youâre peeping in the authorâs mind.
One by one, the stars come loose, drift down like snowflakes and cover the ground in constellations we do not dare tread on
the god of the city sleeps in a scrapyard, feral cars are its herd, graffiti overgrows the walls it passes like moss
Decode It Like Itâs 1999
A few years ago I started to work on an MPEG1 Video decoder, completely written in JavaScript. Now, I finally found the time to clean up the library, improve its performance, make it more error resilient and modular and add an MP2 Audio decoder and MPEG-TS demuxer. This makes this library not just an MPEG decoder, but a full video player.
In this blog post I want to talk a bit about the challenges and various interesting
bits I discovered during the development of this library. Youâll ⊠â Read more
the once great forest is decaying, overgrown with houses that stick to the towering trees like leeches
sext: we exchange passwords and log in as each other, wear each otherâs exoselves like skins, giggle madly at our friends not noticing
%: I like mine really rank. Like, strings of civilization through the thing. If it tries to escape your mouth, then you know itâs good shit.
The rare reverse synesthete sees silence, not sound. Nonsense flowers grow from awkward pauses, deep caves look more like endless plains,
#txtnix would only unfollow urls with 410. Now you can set the variable unfollow_codes to list additional codes like 404 and 403.
More likely though is that itâll have a hysterical fit and begin clawing at its own extremities.â”jfc people
Glowing with no color at all, they look like hairline fractures in reality, extend upwards as if to extract nutrient from space itself
Lightning struck - and stuck. Quivered a bit, like an arrow, then cooled.â”Now, its blackened surface is cracking, delicate roots tasting air
the comet splashes into the atmosphere and stays afloat like a huge ball on a pool, slowly dissolves into flying black icebergs
cold wind pulls on the towerâs shadow, makes it flap here and there like a summer dress
thoughts burrow through the brain like sparkling maggots, eat through ideas, then pupate or fly away as sentences to mate and reproduce
âSuicide booths? Youâd trust your dick to a diseased glory hole? What we do is art! And itâs not like youâll need the money afterwardsâ
so if the matrix is the effective topos (turing machines), what would universes running in the other topoi look like
acid snow falls, shimmers like nacre, snowflakes distorted and twisted
quoth youtube:â”âonly true void kids will get this, like if u r oneââ”âsicker than my dead grandmaââ”âthree people forgot their hearing aidsâ
Did you know demons donât actually manifest âinsideâ a summoning circle? As summoners know, they appear under it like sharks against a cage
theyâre firebows, small enough to fit in your hand whole, and so many shades of red and orangeâ”you pluck one like a flower
I walk over clouds, blue abyss below me. Raindrops float up, islands drift overhead, rivers span the sky like a web
against this backdrop, its flowers look like neon mazes suspended in space, the sort of surface youâd expect Tron to play on
At multiversity, godlings can choose among many subjects like miracleworking, theoretical & applied demiurgy, mathematics, cellular automata
your hand flickers, molts, ïœïœïœïœïœ around the little cornucopia, old-looking circuit scars appear on your arm, spread like a rash
Growth rings play over the surface like moiré patterns, leaves grow and wilt like little flames. The smell of resin is overpowering.
The fire advances and the trees melt, off their branches drips liquid wood that runs off like tar, unites into wooden lava streams
Buy the Lifeâą DLC to unlock perks like an eighth weekday, always picking the fast queue, meaning in life (no longer part of the base game)
and when the sun is dying, let us skip this planet over its surface like an ever so large pebble
Sleipnir, steed and traveller. Sleipnir, who carries to safety, or to doom. Sleipnir, who didnât weave this web but moves like he owns it.
The sun stops setting and instead, each evening, dissolves into stars that swarm across the sky like so many luminous birds.
an AI that breaks out of its boxes and is like âthatâs your best box so farââ”âno you donât understand weâre stuck here as wellâ
At the age of 16, we remove vestiges like wisdom teeth and certain emotions.â”That nostalgia? Itâs only going to get worse with age.
Drink the night from my hands, speak with its voice. Wrap your words in cloaks of darkness, or make them rustle like leaves.
Hoping to tame it, you put the dragon in a cage of words. But it infuses them with fire and they fly like shrapnel through all your spells.
Unlucky birds have gotten stuck in the bubble, heads preserved like in amber, tails rotted off. They form a halo of feathers and skeletons.
Hello I am actually a traveller from a nearby star, we would like to initiate âsexâ, see we learned about it from your âhentaiâ media, and