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y r u crying.txt

y r u crying? im not crying yes u r y r u crying? im literally not yes u r y do u keep insisting that im crying when im not bc if i believe it mb itll come true

A Collection of .txt Files from Feb. 22 and 23, 2017: An Exploration in Monospace Formatting as Emotional Expression

This is a collection of .txt files that aren’t long enough to rationalize each being archived on its own. About half of the files of this sort were written in these two days. Files in alphabetical order: 2017-02-22 07:27 alignment.txt 2017-02-22 07:41 breathe.txt 2017-02-22 07:10 concern.txt 2017-02-22 04:35 how are you.txt 2017-02-22 04:24 hug me.txt 2017-02-23 03:19 i swear im sorry.txt 2017-02-23 03:29 manipulation.txt 2017-02-22 07:34 pity.txt 2017-04-28 13:18 satisfied.txt 2017-02-23 10:01 screen.txt 2017-02-22 07:19...

Opposite Jurassic Park (Scene 7)

This post was published as Scene 7 of Opposite Jurassic Park INT: SOME BUNKER, This is a very dimly lit bunker, something like you see in movies with war rooms and stuff, there is a flashing red light in the background. Aside from the light and a telephone sitting on a desk in the center of the room, everything is gray or olive green. SEN. CHOMPYCHOMP is standing in the room, he looks moist, the...

I was sitting in a Wal-Mart

I was at a Wal-Mart for five hours. I did not just sit there in one spot and I was not alone, but my mental image of the whole experience is very singular and lonely. The immediate circumstance leading up to this situation were just as depressive as the more permanent shell that contains this story. For Christmas both my parents and my maternal grandmother along with her brother presented to me gift cards for...

A Brief History of Martian Colonization

~12,000 H.E. The idea of colonizing Mars was always a dream of people on Earth. Though many would rationalize it by way of thinking the Earth would go to shit and we would need to move on. This idea was, of course, absurd; they weren’t going to fuck up the planet enough to make it easier to move to a new one than to sustain the population where it already was. Yet they still continued...

I Feel Alone

There was an odd comfort in being alone, as if I knew it was my fault and would never dare to fight against it. My bed was comfortable, it was very warm, almost sickeningly warm but not enough to make me want to do anything about it… or maybe that was just another consequence I didn’t feel I should fight against. The comforter was new, much heavier than my old one, I went out of...

Playing an FPS on a Drawing Tablet

This post was submitted to Student Voice but not published, for some reason. Update Jun. 4, 2020: Since apparently people have actually been trying to read this article, let me just point out that tablets frequently have a “mouse mode” where they will act like track pads, use that. Also cleaned up some of the text a bit. Let’s say you have a drawing tablet for your computer, like, one with no screen and a...

Building a Flight Computer

This post was written as a project proposal for an electronics course, the project was not completed. Last year I participated in the Midwest High-Power Rocket Competition on the UW-River Falls team, wherein we were tasked with the building and launching of a high power rocket on which there was a mechanism to control the apogee via air braking. The flight computer on said rocket was less than satisfactory, a result of compromises for power...

Building an Acousto-Optical Deflector

This post was written as a project proposal but never submitted for funding. Introduction The acousto-optical effect is the change in refractive index of a material caused by an acoustic wave applied to said material. This is a particular case of photoelasticity, which can be used to experimentally measure stress distributions within a material1, where the difference in refractive indices (represented by the optic indicatrix2 $B$) along each axis is caused by acoustic waves rather...

It is 5am and I Give Up

I have no real motivation to do anything. Not to be awake, not to go to sleep. Not to stay here, not to go anywhere else. It’s a tricky thing, this motivation. Humans, as it would seem, need a reason to do anything. That reason can be as little arbitrary bullshit as some ancient societal structure that is simply outdated by literally everything that constitutes the modern era of information, but nonetheless it is some...