⚪ the lynne creacher @lynnesbian@fedi.lynnesbian.space

the most important thing i did in the month long break was making this comic

so uh if you think 2019 lynne makes bad programs

this was 2015 lynne's assignment for IPT

exclusive pecha gaming footage

quadrophonic CD

when you can hear the piano keys being pressed

sit down comedy

ahh time to log on to mastodon for the first time in two days, i wonder what's

ah

i rebooted my server and (eventually) noticed that fedi.lynnesbian.space's webUI was returning 404 on everything

from that, i found out that my ruby installation was rather catastrophically broken and was only working through chance, with several hundreds of obscure bundler errors about mismatched gem versions

none of that was even the issue though, the issue was just that something else was using the port that mastodon-web wanted ​

i've been looking for self-hosted search engines, because i think the way searx works is definitely not the way to go about "replacing google"

so far i've found
- a centralised engine written in C and C++ that has an open source version that hasn't been updated in 3 years, while a closed version is still being developed - gigablast
- a P2P based project that has existed for over a decade but currently barely works because not enough people are using it - yacy
- a blockchain based distributed search engine where you use eurolight tokens to talk to god's brain to let she hear you and answer your requests with IPFS hash codes that sometimes don't work - cyber

i... guess gigablast is the most promising?

​ hello alpaca from rimworld
​ hello aradia from homestuck
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i thought it was lost to the sands of time

but i found it... the coveted "do it for aradia" wallpaper i made nearly half a decade ago

its time to dust off the old onedrive account and venture into the depths

and just when young me had wrapped her head around the existence of the alien concept of "music with more than four beats per measure"

fuckin,, calamity comes along with its rapidly changing and outlandish time signatures and then right at the end they hit you with ten seconds of fuckin free time

"how can they play music not to a beat," i screamed through tears, "it's not real, it's illegal, i'm confused and scared,"

me, counting the beats: one, two, three, four, o-- wait five? six? seven??? oh god what the fuck is happening my primary school band practice didn't prepare me for this