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Lepht's not dead yet

and that little interlude was due to the upgrade from 800mg Solpadol a day to 850 Tramadol. that shit fucks with your head; i've been slurring at students, i missed two assignments of my own and i partially recall asking my doc "if there's any... unTramadol... in your, in your cupboard?" having forgotten i was on it and had a shot or two of schnapps.

so yeah, i ain't dead, and i'll be back as soon as i can type properly again.



martian aliens they ate my Wijit

so you've all noticed the little Lijit widget over there in the top corner. some of you decided to play hooky with the widget, too. here's what you asked me for this week:

1. solpadol (8 times) look, you can't have my meds, OK? it's my Solpadol, and you'll have to beat me up to get it. why don't any of you want the Diproflex or the Zopiclone, anyway?
2. label (2 times) huh?
3. 1190311124113 (2 times) i'll explain this in a second.
4. anonym for arrogant (1 time) no, Anonym for President! i'm pretty much against arrogant.
5. 1190068085886 (1 time)
6. 1190068226397 (1 time)
7. atheist golden rule (1 time) you want this here rule.
8. -1 (1 time)
9. 1190480612750 (1 time)

okay, so what the fuck is with these number string searches? i got two hypotheses myself: 1: DoS / code injection attempt from a moron, and 2. attempt by aliens to find the last digit of pi by sending bits of the known sequence to me, an obvious expert in theoretical mathematics.

a tenner says it's aliens.


ed.: in addition to the Wijit, i finally got my ass on sitemeter. stats widget is at the bottom of the sidebar; scroll on down and satisfy your lust for statistics. - L


moderation is dead

in the interests of speedier debate, moderation is now off and anonymous comments are allowed. don't abuse it - i'm not fifteen, i can track IP addresses and i know sockpuppetry when i see it. if y'all have accounts, do me a favour and use them. thanks.




ignore this: it's a userpic hack. faces are for the meatspace.



so - this is a new blog, then. this will be the first and last time you get to hear me explain what the hell i'm doing here, why Sapiens Anonym exists, and the like. my name is Lepht, and my surname is not Anonym.

to begin with, i need a place to collect ideas. from time to time shit occurs to me that it seems it would be a shame to forget, and that is one of the things i created this blog for. the others are so that those who share my views can point me to more ideas, and so that those who don't can debate with me - this being the main point. in short this is intended as a place of education, albeit on a local level.

i'll be discussing a lot of things here. i'm primarily interested in computing science, but also in science and scientific issues in general, logical and mathematical theory, digital music rights and open source code, and quantum mechanics; to boot, i'll occasionally lapse into inanities concerning programming tricks or techno DJs i have something to say about. i welcome any and all comment on this.

one caveat, though: i am a rationalist, which implies that i'm also an atheist, a Darwinist (actually, an FCD) and a skeptic. i not only expect hate mail for this reason, i welcome it and will enter into whatever debate you can muster.

the only types of comment i will not answer are personal questions. i am an online entity, the physical counterpart of which does not concern you: i do not, for all intents and purposes, have so much as a gender or race. i do not want to see your myspace page or tell you my favourite food; i want to know your thoughts about the sum over histories, and your ideas about conditional probability's impact on everyday life.

introduction over. let the enquiries commence.


PS. i shall say this now: no, i will not use capitals. it is a stylistic choice that reflects the way i speak in the physical world. i do not think i am e.e. cummings, my keyboard is not broken, and i in fact attained full marks in my country's standard English grammar examinations; thus, i am allowed, i think, a tiny amount of poetic licence. now let us never speak of it again.