#computer things

[radioactive-coffee01]

System Failure

(ANGST. YAY! ANGST. YAY! WE ALL CHEER!)

Post Big Shot Era Spamton | 782 word

angst, yay!

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Spamton Chided himself for all the days prior when he had sat seeping in his misery, telling himself this was the worst things could get, and for all the days after when he would undoubtedly prove himself wrong. Life seemed to work that way, or maybe just his life did? Either way the information had no use to him now. 

He rested his back up against the cold brick wall. The rough stone did little to ease his aching bones but giving something else his weight to hold still helped. 

This was his mistake. He had been the one to sell that guy a sham product, he should’ve known the consequences would catch up to him. However he still wished he’d seen the werewire ahead of time, maybe his acting skills could have saved him a few scratch marks. 

He longed for the days when responsibility was at the back of his mind. Where any deals done wrong could be brushed under the carpet, or atleast, pointed in another direction. 

God, he prayed at the very least that he could back to not spending his days rotting in this fucking carcass of a puppet. He hissed at the thought. He could still feel the burning. It was right under his skin. Under the stupid not-skin he now wore.

There were days when he could feel it like he was back there again. Unable to breath as the green river poured down his throat. 

Everything and nothing all at once. 

It threatened to consume all of him, propagate in every sliver it could reach, degrade him into nothing but a fine grain.

He almost wishes it had.

But no. Not even [fiery death] was wretched enough for Spamton G. Spamton.

He had to be stripped of himself, it ripped his physical form from him, wrapped him neatly in any doubt he ever had, threw him into the depths, and then discarded him when he washed up a shell of his former self.

And what use is there to keeping around a shell? None. He was nothing of worth now. Even those who were with him from the beginning could see that he had nothing left. There were no more [cungaderos] on silver platters to sell. No more parties to host. Spamton G. Spamton, [#1 Rated FAILURE]. 

He watched as the addisons that gave him his start now shunned his name. He saw how people slowly erased his existence. It was etched into his brain. He couldn’t even say he blamed them. He wanted to forget too. He made the mistake of trusting someone, the wrong someone. Now he was just the crazy trash guy. Even the people who hadn’t seen his fall thought he was just insane. 

He looked over the body that was his new found home. His slacks had been torn through and there were jagged dark lines where he had been scratched into. His blazer had been thrown off during the fight and was now a small black spot against the other side of the alley. He ran his hand along the rips in his button up and looked down to sea a small teal heart looking up at him with clear concern,

 “Oh [F#!k] off.!” 

He cursed at the small thing as it whimpered and receded back into his chest. 

The black substance he bled had leaked out over his chest and stained his clothes to a degree he knew he couldn’t fix and for a moment, he considered even using one of his healdeals on himself. However, the thought left him before he could make any use of it.

A werewire causing him to use healing magic? How pathetic.

He knew he was faltering but that would be a new low, even for him. He didn’t deserve that level of care. Maybe if he let himself bleed, his god would take some mercy on him next time. 

He let out a painful huff as he closed the error message in the right corner of his vision, stumbling to his feet and trying not to clutch at the security of the brick wall as his body reminded him of his condition. Vision feeling fuzzy and deciding to take a wary step towards retrieving his suit jacket from the opposing wall. He expected his next steps to be met with that same pain, but was instead greeted by a warm numb that embraced his form.

“Heh [angel]ll..” He slurred out. 

Had he already made it to where his jacket was.? He opened his eyes again, only just in time to see himself cascading back into the dark..

[Error msg: system failure.]

[spectralgecko]

I'm just gonna say this for anyone who, like me, is technologically quasi-incompetent/inobservant:

If you are on a Windows computer, the windows key + period opens your Emoji window. Anywhere.

Under that emoji window are of course emojis and gifs, but also typed out emoticons and, even more valuable, other language symbols, math symbols, symbols like ™, other currency symbols, etc.

Tons of 'em.

It's lovely.

[thesarkycoder]

What truly boils my piss about trying to use a Windows PC these days is how much the experience resembles navigating a shit website circa 2007. An endless barrage of misdirected calls for attention from a bunch of features and software I do not use and did not ask for interfering with my ability to do the one fucking thing I turned the bastarding thing on for.

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

New plan:

First I binge watch the rest of Reborn Rich (since I was only about halfway through episode 2 for months), then I binge watch Drak Pack. Then work more on moving files from my Google drive and iCloud account so I have more room and can maybe cut down on costs.

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[the-boof]

My computer was like “let’s finish setting things up!” After I reset it and I was like “sure, I have time in my hands” and I hit continue and then it said “YOU’RE ALL SET”??!!?! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING

[9eeeeevvvvvaaaaa6]

Since January 2025 is almost over and its national clean up your computer month, have you done it yet? There is a little bit time left. Dust the cobwebbs off and start the year fresh/resetted.

Hope everybodys first month of 2025 was (is) okay…

[sweaterkittensahoy]

When I was 15, I went to a friend's house to spend the night. We decided--for some reason--to build a website together. I knew HTML. She did not.

We decided the best way for her to learn was that she would tell me what she wanted, and then I would verbally dictate the code to her.

We had a ball.

remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave

[artsymeeshee]

Here's the mini comic of Dipper's nightmare! I know the idea of Mabel being the one to have the nightmare about pushing the button has been played with before, but I wanted to explore that with Dipper. (Also sort of a way to include some bonding time with Stan). Plus I think they both benefit having a more serious talk like this.

[bananonbinary]

for ages i thought i didnt like drag because of internalized homophobia but it turned out i just don't like bright lights and loud music and really visually complicated things

spd is homophobic i guess is what im saying

[ragdollgaming]

Just set up a CMD file that opens a new Firefox window with open tabs on every website I post art at because I was tired of having to manually remember and open them all myself

[mondainai]

Old username standards were amazing. The amount of things we just left up to "well, the system runs automatically and it's just too hard to check all combinations for the iffy ones, so good luck!" is interesting in hindsight.

thinking about how my old university's automatic email generation gave my friend Andy Ryan the email address ARYAN88

[just-a-joey]

My two favourite AIs that hate eachother

[freshbeeth]

two queens maximizing their joint slay

[bluegiragi]

I really don’t care if I’m considered an annoying luddite forever, I will genuinely always hate AI and I’ll think less of you if you use it. ChatGPT, Generative AI, those AI chatbots - all of these things do nothing but rot your brain and make you pathetic in my eyes. In 2025? You’re completely reliant on a product owned by tech billionaires to think for you, write for you, inspire you, in 2025????

“Oh but I only use ___ for ideas/spellcheck/inspiration!!” I kinda don’t care? oh, you’re “only” outsourcing a major part of the creative process that would’ve made your craft unique to you. Writing and creating art has been one of the most intrinsically human activities since the dawn of time, as natural and central to our existence as the creation of the goddamn wheel, and sheer laziness and a culture of instant gratification and entitlement is making swathes of people feel not only justified in outsourcing it but ahead of the curve!!

And genuinely, what is the point of talking to an AI chatbot, since people looove to use my art for it and endlessly make excuses for it. RP exists. Fucking daydreaming exists. You want your favourite blorbo to sext you, there’s literally thousands of xreader fic out there. And if it isn’t, write it yourself! What does a computer’s best approximation of a fictional character do that a human author couldn’t do a thousand times better. Be at your beck and call, probably, but what kind of creative fulfilment is that? What scratch is that itching? What is it but an entirely cyclical ourobouros feeding into your own validation?

I mean, for Christ sakes there are people using ChatGPT as therapists now, lauding it for how it’s better than any human therapist out there because it “empathises”, and no one ever likes to bring up how ChatGPT very notably isn’t an accurate source of information, and often just one that lives for your approval. Bad habits? Eh, what are you talking about, ChatGPT told me it’s fine, because it’s entire existence is to keep you using it longer and facing any hard truths or encountering any real life hard times when it comes to your mental health journey would stop that!

I just don’t get it. Every single one of these people who use these shitty AIs have a favourite book or movie or song, and they are doing nothing by feeding into this hype but ensuring human originality and sincere passion will never be rewarded again. How cute! You turned that photo of you and your boyfriend into ghibli style. I bet Hayao Miyazaki, famously anti-war and pro-environmentalist who instills in all his movies a lifelong dedication to the idea that humanity’s strongest ally is always itself, is so happy that your request and millions of others probably dried up a small ocean’s worth of water, and is only stamping out opportunities for artists everywhere, who could’ve all grown up to be another Miyazaki. Thanks, guys. Great job all round.