#Kernal

[smbhax]

GEOS (Graphic Environment Operating System) operating system for Commodore 64.

[rose-posey]

just a morning sketch to get started today ignore the right eye

i hope your day goes well if you see this!! <3

[mrhuu]

Commodore 64:n korjaaminen ja modaaminen

Pitkään harmittelin, kun Amiga 500:n tieltä tuli myytyä C64. Samoin tuli tehtyä A500:lle PC:n myötä. Ostin serkulta samaisen C64:n takaisin vuonna 2019. Samalla ostin hänen vanhan C64:n sekä A500:n. Luokkakaveri sitä vastoin oli myynyt A500:n eteenpäin, joten se ei tule pääsemään takaisin kotiin. Keskityn tässä kirjoituksessa lapsena käyttämäni C64:n remontointiin ja modaukseen, vaikka käsissäni…

[jasonleo]

The vision system looks for the caught object

Welcome to contact me if you are interested.

Your satisfactory, our mission.

Email : Jason@kernal-automation.com

WhatsApp：+8613345915461

#cobot #robot #kernal #automation

[gaykornography]

How can I . . . ?

[many-sparrows]

See the thing about God being everywhere is that he's constantly waiting for you. And the thing about grace is that it doesn't just wash away the things you've done wrong, it washes away the shame, if you'll let go of it. So don't feel like you have to wait until you've figured out what to do about church, or until you've "made it right" again, or become a better person. He ate with tax collectors before asking them to change their ways. He washed Judas's feet, knowing betrayal was coming. He can work with the small things. Faith the size of a mustard seed, you know?

[reverieaudios]

My surgeon took a picture of my tumor for me before it got sliced up for testing and it looks like an edgy evil pacman

[jasleyart]

the ol' garden gang!

this was also an anniversary gift for my bf that i did a lino carve for and printed on a tote bag. he loves gardening and has grown corn, beets, and chillis this last summer :D so this is just the gang!! the beets were very good. but oh my god we have so much corn. idk what to do with it all asdghasdkjl

[thepowerisyouth]

Hello The Yower Is Pouth As you are the tumblr uncle, i come to you for advice; I am trying to program something new. Something fresh. My 3ds has Linux installed on it, however, it does not have networking capabilities, as there are no drivers for the network interface card on the 3ds. I ask of you, do you know of any way to start learning about how developing drivers works? It would be very slay.

Phoning a friend on this problem again for actual professional opinion lol (she loves this shit)

@just-my-insufferable-existance

My two cents is: Its a super fun project to mod a 3ds, but Id probably recommend starting with older devices if you havent already because theyve made it harder and harder in the past 5-10 years to disconnect the hardware from the stupid corporate software they want you to have. Never tried 3ds so I could be wrong Im just bitter about capitalism ruining the ability to repair and mod new shit

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[pokemonwearingsportsmerch]

[kaurwreck]

you remind me of a time i wish i could go back to; a time in which i would obsessively read and keep reading about anything that interested me slightly. i would stumble into entirely new ways of thinking with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop, and learn to engage with it on its own terms. the ability got lost somewhere in the haze that was school and uni and people and work and now i’ve… lost the ability to think on my own. it comes maybe twice a month, in random bursts, and i fucking hate that i don’t have access to it continuously anymore. i hate that now when i’m bored i can’t think up stories in my head and chew on ideas in my free time. i see you and i’m so happy and so envious; i wish for my thirst for life back. i’m so tired. i’m saying this to you because, of all people, might be able to see it clearly. i respect the fact that you managed to retain it to adulthood or beyond is so much. you don’t know how much that means to me, as a young adult.

If it helps, I don't read nearly as much as I did as a kiddo. Like, not even remotely close. Quite frankly, I've only recently gotten back into reading lit, after years of only reading comics and manga, and not nearly at the volume I did before.

But! There are all sorts of opportunities to engage with stories and ideas and reconnect the synapses that spit where they used to spark. Once, in the throes of a heavy and prolonged period of uncertainty, I was gripped by the color of spray paint on the sidewalk on the way to pick up an espresso while sleep deprived. I consciously chose to stop and appreciate it.

Which is to say, I also get exhausted and burnt out and go through periods where I wonder if I've lost some fundamental part of myself. But then I rest or I change my routine or I receive an affirmation I didn't realize I desperately needed, and my verve returns, as it does. I think having pediatric onset bipolar disorder has advantaged me in this regard because even when I feel like nothing, I know that the intensity will return, and that it will continue to ebb and flow like the tides. I used to dread the ebb, but the ebb has its own value, too; in the ebb is where I nurture roots.

But to my earlier point, there are lots of stories and ideas buried in all sorts of moments. We can imbue meaning in the things we do as an observed ritual until it becomes habit until it becomes sincere. And for the periods in which we can't, it's worth remembering that the winter solstice is the longest evening of the year, but the sun will come back because it always has. In the meantime, you can stoke a hearth and sip on coaxed together warmth while tucking into your memory this grief so that you will recognize what you've been missing when it returns, so that feeling excited is remarkable enough to cut the present ennui. In time, you'll start to feel substance in the contours of the grief, too, because to be exhausted and numb and tired means that you exist enough to be anything at all.

And, if you're too untethered from yourself for even that, find something mundane and look for a glimmer of anything worth observing. If you can't find anything, choose to give some facet of what you see meaning anyway.

(It's not that the sidewalk was purple. It's that I chose to see that it was that particular, beautiful shade of purple rather than remain adrift into my own ether and, in doing so, tethered my intangible enormity in something tangible enough for me to stoke while I weathered the season.)

If you practice enough, this becomes muscle memory. Same with thinking on your own. I don't think reading is ever enough on its own anyway; sometimes, we mirror ideas and mistake them for our own. Or we encounter ideas but don't allow ourselves to be changed by them.

It's why it's important to engage intentionally, and it doesn't have to be with text. It can be with movies, art, those around us, our environment, our own understanding of the world, the condensation on a window. Mindfulness helps, but so does adopting the mindset of a toddler and asking why? Constantly. Again, it may begin as a rote exercise, but the more you do it, the more it becomes muscle memory. If you think you know something, consciously stop and ask why? Where did you learn that? What assumptions does your conclusion rely on? Could there be another explanation? Pretend you're someone else for a moment, a favorite character or historical figure or loved one. What would they think given the same facts? Also important is saying, like a toddler, because I said so! as the only reason you need. Try things for the sake of having not tried them before. There's a reason why Lao Tzu advises being like a newborn baby, soft boned with a strong grip.

There's very little I do, read, watch, or consume that I don't think about applying elsewhere, too. This is sometimes exhausting. But it's also where I get my well of passion. Because there's always an opportunity for meaning, my life bursts with it.

This doesn't mean I don't still have rough weeks or months or years. I have bipolar, adhd, cptsd, and social phobia; I have frequent insomnia and sleep paralysis, etc. etc. But I look forward to what I might learn next, and there's purpose and intention to how I experience even my lows. The life I'm currently living is so unlike where I came from, in part because I decided I wanted meaning and purpose. Before I knew what that was supposed to look like, I picked a direction and strove for it, feeling out what I couldn't see. I still do, when necessary. It will always be necessary.

So, while I don't know if what works for me will work for you, I can promise that something will excite you again, eventually. Adulthood isn't a linear decline or a separation from yourself. It's variable and dynamic, and you have agency in what you do with that. There isn't any objective meaning or purpose to be assigned, so you get to choose it for yourself, and it can be as variable and dynamic as you need it to be. So, if you don't want to grow into someone who can't think on your own, you don't have to. If you don't like your current state of mind, you don't need to settle in it.

tl;dr: It's not what I've retained, it's that I've ebbed and flowed and changed, and given myself the space to clumsily stumble towards what I want and what I value, even if I'm not always sure what those are. I'm letting go of the construct that I have to be anything, and I emphatically choose not to be lots of things. It's a process, and it's nonlinear. But nothing is, and there's grace in the inevitably of ebb.

[rose-posey]

drew kenna this morning, i thought it actually look pretty good this time lol. i hate how my art skills vary from day to day.

[boeing-787]

hey what do candy corn taste like anyway. i'm assuming it's pure sugar or something. wait actually i don't even know. are they made OF corn?

[sysig]

What your fave says about you: Sona/Undertale edition (Patreon)

[kitsumo]

why is it in poor taste to speculate if someone is trans? really, why?

i personally (cant stress that enough) find it in poor taste because it's not my business to speculate on someone's gender identity

this, of course, does not give me the right to harrass someone off the platform, as it wouldn't give ANYONE the right to. i hope enemy-viv is doing okay despite all this, she didn't deserve the harrassment whatsoever and i hope anyone who participated in driving her off finds a thumbtack in their shoe