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New content is being added constantly to the game. While many people, like any MMORPG, tend to take the game to the extreme and just play it to acquire gold as fast as possible by grinding work quests constantly, there is nothing in the manual that says that levels and gold is the best thing to have.

Rather, I find the in-game environments and interacting with other players to be the best part. That is just me though. I really have never found a game as open-world as this one… Skyrim doesn’t even come close.

And you know what? There are a lot of other players who also sometimes get fed up with the game. Griefers are around a lot… and they don’t always get banned like they should. Sometimes people exploit the various quests and the admins don’t seem to notice or care. We all deal with these things. Sometimes some of the feature implementation for immersion also seems to be too difficult such as the "pay to play" services in order to move out of your randomly assigned default starting location (and lets be honest, some default starting locations need to be waaaaaaay nerfed. Even "good" starting locations many times have too many random events that are way above most players’ levels (even the high level ones)).

But even with these random events I have yet to see one that a player can’t get past with some ingenuity and help from guildmates and by using the forum (I will talk more about the forum in a moment). Unplugging is an option, yes, but due to the DRM nature of the game once you unplug once all saved data is erased. For that reason alone I would suggest waiting out unplugging from the game.

Now for using the Forum. A lot of people I think don’t use the Forum enough. Did you know that there are people employed IN-GAME to help you troubleshoot, fix, and make your playing experience more enjoyable? You can access these Forum help threads and be assigned to a GM with the tag "therapist." Try looking for Forum topics with the search function of "Therapists in _______" with whatever location you are. These GMs are specialized in helping you enjoy the game again, as well as helping you explore and find a specific play style you can be happy with. I can tell you, this function is greatly underutilized.

Please tell me more about what sort of in-game features you are struggling with, I am happy to talk more about it!

[Really though, I just want to say that you are not alone in feeling like you just want things to end... even if you know you won't act on it there is help available for you, and by no means does it make you weak for it. As a resource, /r/suicidewatch does exist and while it isn't a substitute for a suicide hotline or professional help, it can be someplace to talk. If you do feel like you might try ending your life call 911 or the equal you have in your country.

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DRM Unplugged: Exploring Musicians & Mental Health with Mike Bogs of Babe Patrol

In this guest blog series, Dental Records Music invites any and all alternative musicians to share their experiences with mental illness in order to shed light on the issues and hurdles they must face in order to create and perform. If you would like to read more and follow our series, check out this link. You can also check out PunkTalks.org for information on getting help and support if you are a musician who is struggling.

The following is a guest post by Mike Bogs, the guitarist for Babe Patrol. This is his story.

Most people will observe the “rockstar” lifestyle as being thrill-driven, so that any form of personal suffering is subsequently a direct consequence of living their life “on the edge.” However, in dispelling this warped delusion, this couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sometimes the actual truth is difficult to face, and mental health, especially, is not discussed honestly enough. Unfortunately, we exist in a reality in which we have lost many of our beloved musicians and artists to absolute measures of self-harm, such as substance abuse and suicide.

Creatives continuously suffer excess anxiety over the scrutiny from those who are verbally critical of their craft. Even more debilitating though, is the potential of self-doubt and how it takes a toll on these talented individuals’ personal worth. It is difficult to understand how something so negative can come from someone with such a positive impact on others. For a lot of people, unless you are actively engaging in creative activity as your main passion on a daily basis, it’s confusing to figure out how these self-endangering behaviors can fester within an individual. 

In working creatively there is a struggle of intense ambivalent emotions that occur. An artist can not create things that do not come from an emotional place without also feeling vulnerable. When you are emotionally invested in your work, it can leave you defenseless to a variety of mental strife that is created both from outside influences and internal doubt. During a thriving creative process, you enter a flow state, and enter into a manic-like state. Ideas can come from anything, creation can start with nothing at all, and this phenomenon can be extremely euphoric. This sets up a scenario, where the extremely low feelings will become an inevitability. As a musician and guitarist, I identify with this in enduring  my own struggles with bouts of depression resulting from the intensity of these emotions.   

Fortunately, my musical abilities have been invaluable to me in building confidence and have created a platform for me to form incredible relationships with other musicians and admirers alike. However, as is the nature with any passion driven project, these skills can also develop into a curse of sorts if you do not keep your mental health in check. For me personally, after my more immature years the fantasy of becoming a glorified rockstar seemingly became a delusion. At a certain point, a realization begins about the amount of sacrifice and effort one has to endure just to become a self-sustaining musician in today’s world. Most all artists will deal with countless instances of playing disappointing shows, releasing records that go undetected, and most debilitating of all, spending money without any prospect for a guaranteed financial return. After years of playing in many defunct and unsuccessful bands, I had moved away entirely from performing music for a brief period of my life.

It had driven me to stop participating in bands for a period of time to become a solo “bedroom musician”. In doing so, my new musical venture and goal was to pursue my passion for music by writing songs on my own. I worked vigorously in recording music on my computer while simultaneously educating myself about audio production and mixing in the hopes of releasing my own music. However, my biggest strife eventually became weighing the value of my work, as self-fulfilling projects can start to feel insignificant. One can really start to question if there is any point whatsoever in writing and releasing anything you’ve done before making it available to the masses. I soon developed a habit of denouncing my own songwriting by destroying more material than I was creating. It had gotten to the point where I was taking entire albums length of songs that I had recorded and permanently deleted those files from my desktop. Within them, I had everything mapped out precisely where I envisioned it and spent countless hours and sleepless nights figuring out how everything should be, all for a self-defeating act of eliminating it from existence entirely. By committing myself to an action that extreme and literally proceeding to destroy what I intended as my own personal “masterpiece”, so to speak, can be a tremendous blow to endure. Inevitably, actions like this have plagued me for years with ceaseless anxiety about my own self-worth and fallen into periodical depressive states from my inability to have something “show something for myself” in the form the music. 

The manners in which I’ve learned to cope with these disappointments spawned from further struggles when I had gotten back into playing in bands. Although I am a perfectionist to a certain degree, I play every show as if it was my last and thus free my mind from all outside concerns. I put great anticipation into putting on a great performance for everyone who will attend and hopefully try to give them a meaningful memory, or a brief moment of enjoyment at the very least by showing my energy when the power of music takes over. However. after every single set I play through, I suffer the post-show blues. After rehearsing for hours and then playing a show, I reach a feeling of elation on stage to the point of having quasi out of body experiences. This would be immediately concluded with self-defeating thoughts and feelings, I developed an aversion to accepting any praise from others. I used to deal with this either by drinking heavily or abandoning my mental participation to the fullest extent by dissociating myself from the event entirely. This ended up being an outright rude way to behave around people and at times became reckless and potentially self-endangering. 

It took me a while to realize that there was a clinical understanding of this phenomenon called Post-Performance Depression, PPD. After becoming more aware that this affliction is shared among all performers I developed a concern for others. So I started dealing with my own issues by supporting others with theirs and learned that having meaningful conversations was my saving grace. 

I proceeded to make it my mission at shows to try my best to get to know the other musicians there. Too often people put up the mantle of competition between their co-artists in a bout for the most attention, or appreciative claim. Conversely, for me, it became an opportunity to get to know the like-minded individuals who are fueled by their own suppressed passions. Coincidentally, I soon discovered from these talented individuals that they go through just about the same charades when dealing with their own personal material. Similarly to myself, they are uncertain, self-deprecating; especially to the songs that they internally hold so precious to themselves. After identifying and empathizing with others I would be comforted in knowing that I was not alone in the ways I felt. It was difficult for me to understand at times how someone else so talented can feel this way about themselves and hide their creations. So in realizing my own personal struggles I became most rewarded in working to inspire those around me and convince them that they needed to share their art with the world. 

I also think it’s important to realize that there are really only a few people out there that seemingly have the power to bring you down. It could be the internet trolls, who hide behind their illuminated veils with the sole intention of devaluing an artist’s work. Although, I think it is important not to fear criticism or suppress how you truly feel about something in a critique, the magnitude of malicious intent is what separates the predatory cyberbullies from the actively participating music critics. It may also be your peers, the ones that know you well and also don’t. Every artist implants a fantasy in their mind about what the big show might be like, the gratitude you possibly could receive from others if they share their enjoyment in your performance. Or the big release date, the day you finally reveal to everyone what you have been laboring on during your free time. It’s unavoidable to over analyze how your work may be interpreted. But it's so important to mature yourself in taming these fears and persisting to continue working and sharing what you love. 

Just as suppressing the severity of your mental state by not talking about what's affecting you to other people, I truly believe that concealing your musical talents and songwriting creations will have the same impact on your mental state. It’s contributed much to my own suffering but I have learned, that although coping with these fears can be unavoidable sometimes, it is important to speak honestly with people you trust and who will not judge you for how you are feeling. By concealing my music out of paranoia, I’ve done not only a disservice to myself, but more importantly and the hardest to realize, I’ve let down my supportive peers in the music community by not sharing. There is always someone out there awaiting something, new and original and they will find value you never realized that is within your own work. This prospect has become so important to me now in continuing on with my own artistic development. It has given me the determination to support those in the community that are not alone in this journey of discovering their self-worth. I truly encourage everyone to become more aware and help those that are suffering. Even the smallest actions can make all the difference in the world.

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Mike Bogs is the guitarist for punk band Babe Patrol. You can follow him and check out Babe Patrol’s music on Bandcamp, Spotify, and Apple Music. Be sure to follow the band on Facebook and Instagram as well to keep up on their travels. 

If you or someone you know is a musician and struggling with mental illness, check out PunkTalks.org.

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Free markets

Last autumn, I ran the most successful audiobook crowdfunding campaign ever, raising nearly $270k with ATTACK SURFACE, the third Little Brother book:

http://attacksurface.com

As successful as the campaign was, the delivery was a nightmare. Part of that was down to some pretty poor digital distribution tools on my fulfilment partner's side, but the real problem was mobile devices and their operating systems.

The earliest mobile devices made it very simple to synch and listen to audio you downloaded from the internet. Just plug in your Ipod, wait a few minutes and unplug it, and you'd have all your music synched and ready to listen to.

That's no longer true. If you download a zip file of MP3s to your laptop and want to transfer them to your phone or tablet to listen to on the go, the process involves many, many steps, and it baffled hundreds of my backers, who found themselves stymied by the complexity.

Of course, it's rare that we get digital assets by downloading them direct to our devices or transfering them from laptops - these days, it all comes through an app and "just works." So why not deliver everything via app?

For the same reason I had to do a Kickstarter, as it turns out. The market for audiobooks is monopolized by Amazon, through its Audible division. Audible has a mandatory DRM policy.

To sell a book through Audible, you have to let Amazon wrap it in its proprietary "digital lock." That lock can only be removed by Amazon - if I give you a tool to liberate my audiobooks, I commit a felony under Sec 1201 of the DMCA, and can go to prison for *five years*.

Locking my customers to Amazon forever is not good for my future. Amazon, after all, is notorious for squeezing its suppliers, and while we authors associated with major publishers aren't yet in the vice, indie audiobook authors are.

Amazon has stolen tens of millions of dollars from indie audiobook authors, who are also contractually forbidden from withdrawing their books from Audible:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/11/03/somebody-will/#acx

Amazon hasn't exercised forbearance for us "big name pros" out of respect for our stature - we've been spared this wage-theft thus far because they know our publishers are powerful enough to push back. But Amazon gains power daily, and once they can squeeze us, they will.

I'd sell my audiobooks through Audible if I could. My agent tells me that not selling through Audible cost me enough to pay off my mortgage and probably pay for most of my kid's college education. But I've turned down that money, because I WON'T lock my readers to Amazon.

Economists have a name for the extra money that companies like Audible are able to extract from buyers and sellers by dint of owning a choke-point in the market: this money is called "economic rents," and Audible is a "rent-seeker."

The founder who builds a factory and the workers who make it function all contribute something to its product. The landlord who owns the dirt underneath it contributes nothing, but still extracts rent, raising prices and lowering wages and profits.

Adam Smith railed against rents, describing markets as "free" when they were *free from rents*, not free from regulations. For centuries, a "free market" was a market where buyers and sellers operated without interference from rentiers, not regulators.

This is the subject of my latest Locus column, "Free Markets," which makes the connection between Amazon's rent-seeking on audiobooks and the reason I couldn't deliver my audiobooks by app.

https://locusmag.com/2021/03/cory-doctorow-free-markets/

The short answer? If you sell stuff through an app on either of the major mobile app stores, then Google and Apple require you to use their payment processors and pay 30% for the privilege.

Apple recently cut its app tax to 15% for some sellers, but the actual cost of processing a payment is 0.5-3%. It's ironic that two of the most aggressive corporate tax-evaders in the world are levying a 30% tax on anyone who uses mobile devices.

But it's not merely ironic, it's fatal. One of the audiobooks I sold in my crowdfunder was the Random House audiobook of LITTLE BROTHER; which retails for $20. I get a 20% wholesale discount on it (I make $4/copy). If I sold that book to you on an app, I'd *lose* $2/copy.

Which brings me back to the massive regression in ease-of-use for downloaded media on mobile devices, the massive retreat in usability from the first Ipods to their distant descendants in our pockets today.

It's possible that this is a coincidence. Maybe the fact that unusable web-downloads corral sellers into using app stores and handing over 30% commissions are just a coincidence.

But maybe not. Maybe mobile devices intentionally suck as download devices because wrecking the once-functional download workflow makes billions for the mobile duopoly.

I crowdfunded an audiobook to escape Amazon's rent-seeking, only to get caught in the rent-trap of Googple. Once we dreamt of free markets, where buyers and sellers could transact without rentiers sticking their hand in the till.

Today, we have *unregulated* markets that are anything but free. Sure, the ferryman is free to buy out the bridge company and shut it down, and force all the other ferry services out of business and then charge merchants 30% vig to reach the market.

But the "free market"? It's nowhere to be found.

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Me vs technology

So, a week-or-so ago, I finally started up my PS4 again. Having not done so for like... months, it obviously had some updates it wanted to do. Whatever, it’s easier to let it do those than trying to fight it over them.

Immediately upon finishing the update, the screen goes black. The PS4 keeps chugging along, but the screen says that no video is being detected.

After a lot of fighting it, I discovered that if I unplugged the HDMI-cable from the HDMI-switch that I have and plugged it directly into the TV, suddenly it starts working again.

This has literally never been a problem before, but I play the PS4 so rarely that I don’t want to make it more difficult for myself by trying to rearrange cables whenever I wanted to switch from the computer to the PS4. So, instead I put the PS4 into storage, and pull out the PS3.

The PS3 works just fine, and has no complaints about the HDMI-switch.

Today, I fnally managed to track down that Sony uses some weird DRM through their HDMI-cables to make super-sure that nobody does something to their games (how the fuck anyone would do anything at all to a game through a fucking HDMI-port I don’t know), and that lots of people with HDMI-switches have had issues over the years.

So, that was a thing. And I guess I’m not ever going to finish DS3, and will probably never poke at Bloodborne again. Yay.

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I hate (and love) this computer.

Also known as, “All that work I’ve done on you, and this is how you repay me!”

Longtime followers of this blog know that I have had numerous issues or grievances with my desktop computer (”Apollo”) over the past 7 years, including but not limited to:

a memory incompatibility in 2014 that rendered my system unable to boot after 3 weeks (expanded on here);

tiptoeing around the Windows Media Center DRM when doing upgrades, resulting in very few major upgrades being done—until this year, and that memory upgrade (related here) finally broke it;

various power issues (which at this point I think can be blamed solely on the ASUS mobo)

Others can be found in the #bug builds computers tag.  I’ve managed to overcome all of these issues, but not without much grief and frustration, (lapsed) A+ certification and all.

This episode of “Bug’s Love-Hate Relationship with Apollo” illustrates another one of those power issues that have plagued this thing ever since the memory scare of ‘14.  Lots of technical stuff below the cut.

First off, the results of my Christmas.  I got an Intel Core i7-2600 CPU used (the third-best chip for this board, with 8 logical cores compared to the i5-2400′s 4, and a bit faster clock speed):

The CPU installation went fairly smoothly, though there were plenty of steps: taking the old one out, thoroughly cleaning both it, the heatsink, and the new CPU; reinstalling the CPU, adding thermal compound, and reinstalling the heatsink (which is a pain in the butt); and testing.  I did have to reset CMOS to get the BIOS to cooperate (which is annoying), and I did lose one recorded TV program (no biggee), but at least it works.  I have yet to do a more appropriate test of its capabilities (e.g., a video render).

I also got a second Western Digital 4TB disk drive, to replace my 2TB data disk.  I initially tried doing a direct copy in Linux with dd, but that proved to be fairly inefficient as far as time (I didn’t specify a block size, more fool me).  So I did the copying folder by folder in Windows, and then swapped the drive letters.  Still took a fairly long time.  But it works. *shrugs*

Finally, I had bought myself some cork shelf paper at The Container Store before Christmas, intending to put some under my keyboard (dampens the key sounds a little) and under my computer case.  (It may not be the best choice—it flakes like crazy—but it was kind of an impulse buy, so I’m going with it.)  The latter is where I ran into problems; it played out tonight like a comedy of errors, and I’m ashamed to call myself a technician.

All I really wanted to do tonight was install the cork paper underneath my computer.  (The bare wood suffered pet damage a decade or so ago, so I had put shelf paper on it then, and by now it had worn out on the edges.)  But I wound up doing a lot more work than I bargained for.  See, in order to put the new paper on, I had to move the computer.  And because I wanted everything out of the way, I decided to unplug everything from the computer, too.

I had no trouble getting the cork on, of course.  But it’s very dry at this time of year, and while I didn’t have my computer open at all, there was nowhere for static electricity to go if, say, I touched the computer case.  So when I plugged everything back in and tried to boot it, it wouldn’t.  So I go, “Really?  I unplugged you for all of 15 minutes!”  So I replaced the CMOS battery, figuring its time had come.

I then reset the CMOS, thinking maybe that was the problem (as it often is).  No luck, even after multiple tries.  I did get it to POST (twice), but the BIOS was screaming about supposed CPU voltage and temperature warnings.  Going into BIOS setup revealed the sensors had gone absolutely haywire, with voltages reading twice as high as they should be, and an IMPOSSIBLY high CPU temperature (in the hundreds of degrees Fahrenheit).

I shut it off, unplugged the power supply from the board and tested it.  It was fine, of course.  Fearing the worst (dead mobo), I pulled out my phone, and Googled my problem, thinking that there may be something that I missed.  There was.  Apparently, with this motherboard there is a way to “discharge” excess electricity from the system by unplugging it, holding the power switch down for 15-20 seconds, then plugging it in and powering on.  And bless them, it worked.  Date and time were wrong, though. XD

Of course, continuing the comedy of errors, I accidentally dropped the case from where it was leaning (really, I should have seen that coming; the thing’s damn heavy).  It seems to be working fine now, though (once Windows stopped acting weird); tomorrow will tell if there are any lasting effects from this incident.

(Oh, and I replaced a SATA power adapter that kept popping loose from the Blu-ray drive.  It’s old and the connector wore out, I guess.)

If any of you would like to hear about the LED case fan modding I did a couple of months ago (and neglected to post about), let me know.

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+ Author : Cal Newport (Author, Narrator), Will Damron (Narrator) + Format : MP3 ( without DRM – You can listen on many Other Devices ) + You will get link download from Dropbox when Completed Purchase ! + Listening Length : 6 hours and 59 minutes + Language : English

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today best seller

“Newport is making a bid to be the Marie Kondo of technology: someone with an actual plan for helping you realize the digital pursuits that do, and don’t, bring value to your life.” (Ezra Klein, Vox)

Minimalism is the art of knowing how much is just enough. Digital minimalism applies this idea to our personal technology. It’s the key to living a focused life in an increasingly noisy world.

In this timely and enlightening book, the best-selling author of Deep Work introduces a philosophy for technology use that has already improved countless lives.

Digital minimalists are all around us. They’re the calm, happy people who can hold long conversations without furtive glances at their phones. They can get lost in a good book, a woodworking project, or a leisurely morning run. They can have fun with friends and family without the obsessive urge to document the experience. They stay informed about the news of the day, but don’t feel overwhelmed by it. They don’t experience “fear of missing out” because they already know which activities provide them meaning and satisfaction.

Now, Newport gives us a name for this quiet movement and makes a persuasive case for its urgency in our tech-saturated world. Common sense tips, like turning off notifications, or occasional rituals, like observing a digital sabbath, don’t go far enough in helping us take back control of our technological lives, and attempts to unplug completely are complicated by the demands of family, friends, and work. What we need instead is a thoughtful method to decide what tools to use, for what purposes, and under what conditions.

Drawing on a diverse array of real-life examples, from Amish farmers to harried parents to Silicon Valley programmers, Newport identifies the common practices of digital minimalists and the ideas that underpin them. He shows how digital minimalists are rethinking their relationship to social media, rediscovering the pleasures of the offline world, and reconnecting with their inner selves through regular periods of solitude. He then shares strategies for integrating these practices into your life, starting with a 30-day “digital declutter” process that has already helped thousands feel less overwhelmed and more in control.

Technology is intrinsically neither good nor bad. The key is using it to support your goals and values, rather than letting it use you. This book shows the way.

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A Week with Microsoft Edge: The only browser to stream Netflix content in 4K

This week, we’ve shared a new video and blog post every day to introduce you to the best of Microsoft Edge, and, in our final post today, we’re talking all about entertainment.

Did you know Microsoft Edge is the only browser that enables you to stream 4k Ultra HD Netflix movies and TV shows*, and the only browser on Windows 10 to support Dolby Digital Plus audio format natively? We also designed Microsoft Edge to deliver more battery life when unplugged – without any special battery saving mode or changes to default settings – so you can stream content longer than on other browsers, giving you more time to binge-watch your favorite show without hunting for an outlet.

Here are some tips for getting the most out of entertainment with Microsoft Edge:

https://www.youtube.com/embed/sqJlVbwVXsM?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent

You can catch up on other blog posts in this week’s series below.

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Thanks for tuning in this week to learn more about Microsoft Edge!

*4K Ultra HD exclusivity is limited to PC’s. 4K Ultra HD works in both Microsoft Edge and Netflix app. Only 7th Gen Intel Core processor devices can decrypt 4K DRM. Netflix Ultra HD plan required.

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DRM Unplugged: Exploring Musicians & Mental Health with [Anonymous]

In this guest blog series, Dental Records Music News invites any and all alternative musicians to share their experiences with mental illness in order to shed light on the issues and hurdles they must face in order to create and perform. If you would like to read more and follow our series, check out this link. You can also check out PunkTalks.org for information on getting help and support if you are a musician who is struggling.

The following is a guest post by an alternative musician who chose to remain anonymous. This is their story.

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Here we go.

I grew up told I was smart, kind, and handsome, like most products of the self-esteem generation. The kids at school thought I was weird – but I always brushed it off, knowing that I was creative, and being weird was okay. I was a precocious, chubby little boy with straight A’s and very proud parents.

The first time a stranger took advantage of me sexually I was around 12 years old. I’d never kissed anyone. No valentine in my locker. No notes handed in class. No sweaty palms on first dates. I was instead manipulated into sexual activities with nameless, faceless, adult men. The abuse continued repeatedly for years. But because I was a boy, I couldn’t conceive of myself as a victim of anything. The behavior was my own – I was a weird, sick kid. I took responsibility, and hated myself for it.

I tried to compensate with musical pursuits. Over the next couple years, I identified with that, playing guitar, and with the personality my parents raised me thinking I had. I used elements of my identity to try and make up for what I believed to be a shameful flaw of my own, blaming myself for the abuse and never considering otherwise. I assumed I was a perverse but kind-hearted, eccentric, to-be genius waiting to bloom. I don’t know how much I believed it – but I needed other people to. I needed witnesses to the qualities I believed were the saving grace from my otherwise unacceptable personality flaws. I needed to tell myself something to keep myself thinking my life was worth living – I needed others to tell me that too. When they didn’t, I fell apart. I wrapped myself up with that as my friends came and went. A couple stayed, most left as I became more and more unpopular. I became certain I was just too different, too complicated, to be understood by the masses.

I retreated further into my confused identity, and further into the grooming. My self-esteem continued to fall apart, and I became more and more isolated. I started to act out in school, my grades began to plummet. My home life became strained. I would lie about having done my homework – and when my ma would catch me, she would scream and yell at me for being “manipulative.” During the aftermath of one particularly bad episode of my acting out and abusing my fellow classmates, I told the school counselor that I thought about suicide sometimes. I was sent home with Ma, who threw shoes at my head and sobbed “everyone’s suicidal, [name].”

What was wrong with me? I was some kind of sicko who couldn’t handle a little suicidal ideation. I turned to food. Now I was obese. Ma would hide food in little stockpiles because I would “eat everything that isn’t nailed down,” and I would proceed to find it and eat it in minutes. I was further branded as a sneak, a liar, a manipulator. I believed every word of it – after all, I had known I was messed up in the head since I was 12 years old.

I began to have obsessive, compulsive thoughts. Disturbing, intrusive images would come into my mind, terrify me, and then refuse to leave. The more disgusted I was by these thoughts and the more terrified by them I was, the more trouble I would have shaking them. Failing to process that if I were the sicko I was terrified of being, I wouldn’t be terrified. I saw a therapist. He diagnosed me with “pure-o” obsessive-compulsive disorder. There was talk of medication, Ma had taught me that psych meds were terrible, evil things that destroyed your personality. I didn't want to lose what I thought at the time made me special. The treatment went no further.

There were times I had no friends at all. I would often invite mockery from people with talk of suicide. I took up smoking. In the mornings, I would wake up before anyone else so I could scrounge for cigarette butts on the ground and use my lunch money to binge eat the snack foods in the cafeteria. I didn’t get to hang out with the kids I wanted to, and the kids I used to hang out with didn’t want to hang out with me. I sat at a lunch table with kids I barely got along with. I had mood swings. I got physical. I was mocked and sexually humiliated by classmates. I left them with bloody mouths.

I finally got a girlfriend – from out of town, of course, as I was understandably not well liked at home – I lost my virginity to her. One I sort of still had, and maybe didn’t exactly. I cried when we were done. I think it was because I knew then that my childhood was over and never going to come back.

My mood swings and narcissistic need to overcompensate for this snowballing tangle of self-loathing and sickness grew. I would steal liquor from my parents' bar and drink it from a water bottle in school. I began to fail classes.

My area’s culture was certain that anyone who didn’t go to college was a loser – my parents didn’t raise no loser. But I was not destined for college, and I didn’t want to go.

The extracurricular pursuits I involved myself in in school saved me. My talent hopefully overcoming my ugliness. I left to go to school begrudgingly and desperately depressed and developed an eating disorder of sorts. I ran a pro-ana blog on Tumblr and lost weight alarmingly quickly. I dropped out. My latest out-of-town girlfriend and I pursued drugs together, mostly hallucinogens and alcohol. We broke up several times and abused each other mercilessly.

The next few years were an escalating series of self-destructive actions. Trying to numb the pain of every year leading up to them. I was arrested multiple times. I kept hallucinating. Nobody knew. I became physically dependent on alcohol. I got in several car accidents. I tried therapy a couple of times and gave it up each time. I begged for money on street corners. Ate out of the garbage. I argued with homeless folk who’s corner was who’s. I developed a vaguely alt-right worldview. I binged and purged. I shook and panicked and hallucinated. I screamed about god at passing people on the street. I harassed and bullied and abused strangers and friends alike. If I had friends. I spent a short while believing I might be the reincarnation of Jesus. I may have tried to convince others - I'm not sure, there are years of my life that have nearly been erased. I tried to convince people inanimate objects were intelligent and conscious. I was an animal. I was what they call crazy.

It was terrifying, confusing, and it hurt like hell. After years of this madness, I started fighting. I battled through the alcoholism, shaking and hallucinating. I waded through the depression, treaded water over the waves of panic attacks. I relapsed and relapsed, I got worse and got better and got worse. I finally kicked the booze and constant drug use and began to take on the psychiatric illness that had been adding fuel to the fire. I started regular therapy and was prescribed a series of powerful psych meds.

That’s over now. My whole life has changed. I’m better now. I got help. I got some helpful diagnoses. I got sober. I got medicated. I’ve made public apologies for my past toxic behavior. I’m supposed to be better.

But I’m not. Because I’m still me.

I still have to wake up every morning inside the same head. It doesn’t matter that I’ve finally got a good job. It doesn’t matter that I’m fairly popular. It doesn’t matter that I’m in a relatively stable relationship and in therapy. It doesn’t matter that I’ve tried to make up for the wrong I’ve caused others, that I’ve worked and run charity events. It doesn’t matter that I work to be better every day. Because I still live every moment as [name] and from the outside, I know most people would say it doesn’t seem like that bad of a deal, but they’ve never been inside.

There’s this gaping hole inside me. This bottomless pit that wonderful things fall into but never pile up at the bottom. This endless void I feel behind my eyes that aches and groans and wants to consume everything around me. Every thrilling rush, every comforting reassurance, every scrap of love, every numbing distraction.

My life keeps getting better. If you knew the circumstances of my life you’d shake me and shout “wake up, [name] and get a hold of yourself! You’ve got an amazing life!” And yet I feel as empty and bottomless as before. That hole is a maelstrom that swallows me up and drags everyone around me with me. I’ve hurt people – broken their hearts, their trust, their faith. I’ve made people feel disposable and every bit as alone as I feel. And I’ve done it all by accident. Not even knowing what was happening. Am I still what they call crazy?

Every day I wake up looking out from behind these eyes, take the drugs that stop me from cutting my arms open again, flying into rages, riding waves of mania, and ranting and raving my suicidal ideations… and I’m still me.

I’ve told so many people that they are not their illnesses. But I think I may be mine.

About half the time I trudge along trying not to think of all the things that haunt me. Working to not give in to the grief of a past I never had a chance to have, the shame and guilt of the past I ended up having, the terror of the future I may have made for myself. The other half of the time?

I am certain there is no hope.

About half the time, I know for sure that I will kill myself.

No matter how much better of a person I am now. No matter how much nicer or more considerate or selfless I am. No matter how much I struggle to avoid inheriting my lineage’s malignant narcissism. No matter how many promises I make. No matter how many habits I break. No matter how many people I make peace with. No matter how many sins I atone for. No matter how many people I try to help. It’s still me doing those things.

I’m told to take my medication. I’m sick. I have a sickness. Ma reminds me that the real me is the person without the medicine. I don’t know much about who that is. After the substance abuse/alcoholic phase of my life and before the heavy mood stabilizers, there was only about a year of “the real me.” He was not the animal he was before – but he was still a piece of shit who ran around threatening suicide left and right and didn’t care enough about the people in his life. I don’t want to be him.

I’m better on the medicine. I’m less of the jerk who made your friend cry when he broke his heart. I’m less of the guy who dumps his partner just to beg for them to come back days later. I’m less the guy who abandons his friends and less the guy who is so consumed with his own misery he can’t bring himself to spare a minute for someone else. But I’m still me. And I hate me. And I’m fairly certain most people around me hate me too. I fit in nowhere. Still rejected by even the rejects.

My identity, my behavior, my beliefs, my feelings – all of those things are changing. But one thing stays the same, and that is the me experiencing all of those things. About half the time, I’m sure that thing needs to die. Everyone who knows me will have seen it coming, and probably find it totally fitting. They’ll be heartbroken, some of them, but nobody would be shocked. I’m the boy who cried wolf at this point. I’ve been threatening suicide in public and to my peers since I was a kid. Nobody listened.

Maybe I’m diseased. Maybe I am the disease. Maybe those two things aren’t mutually exclusive. Guess I caught it from my parents. Guess I caught it from the kids at school who shunned me for being fat or “goth,” or too weird - or who I shunned with preemptive self-defense attacks. Guess I caught it from the years of nameless, faceless adult men manipulating me as a little boy.

I have no advice for sufferers. I have no tips and tricks. I have no hotline numbers or cute memes. I’ve seen them all and they never helped me. I’m not looking to make an argument about the importance of removing the stigma against mental illness or whatever. This isn’t my bullshit “what life is like with anxiety” Buzzfeed article. This is just what I felt like saying tonight, but couldn’t tell anyone. Because it would hurt them to hear it, and do me no significant good anyway. And if I told people with my name and face attached to my words, it would be even worse.

Part of me wants to say that if only I had been born female, maybe I wouldn’t have been raised to think that it’s not possible for me to be sexually abused. Boys are told they can’t be raped. They’re called names for not wanting sex (by men and women alike) and they're shamed if they say no. Consent seems implied by having a dick in our culture. It’s a terrible thing nobody seems to talk about. I couldn’t say that without being anonymous either, I’d be attacked by everyone in my social media bubble.

The other part of me says shut up [name] you were asking for it and you’ve just developed a shitty personality cause you can’t handle how much of a gross fat ugly unlovable disgusting stupid narcissistic worthless piece of shit you are. This is all your fault and you’re not sick, you’re just human fucking trash. You should’ve been naturally selected out of the gene pool is all – and when the poor innocent souls who raised you were burdened by your accidental conception they were kind and misguided enough to avoid aborting you. They paid for it by you bringing your problematic, troubled, toxic existence to the world.

If you’ve read this whole thing, I’m sorry for putting my miserable little life on you. It’s so not a big deal to anyone but me. Which maybe is the point.

Yeah. That’s the point.

Nobody gives a shit. Nobody wants to hear it. We share our condolences and contrived pop culture grief when some TV personality offs themselves and pat ourselves on the back for copying and pasting the suicide hotline number on facebook, but we don’t care. We tell each other to reach out to one another when what we really mean is “reach out to me!” And of course, nobody reaches out.

The point is that I am so unhappy all the time. I am so confused and hurt and lost and scared and angry and ashamed every waking moment and nobody cares. I’ve told so many people so many times in so many ways how horrible things are and how hopeless it seems about half the time. None of them have done anything except for a “damn that sucks” now and again.

If I said all this without withholding my identity it would do nothing for me. I’d get in trouble, most likely. For making people worry, for being self-centered, for having an abusive past, for the fact that I once actually identified as alt-right, for scaring people. A handful of people might reach out and say they appreciate me and that they don’t want me to kill myself. And then it’d be over. Nothing would change. Because they’re suffering too.

Look at how fucked up and complicated and messy my life has been. Look at how much there is there. How much flawed nonsensical misery and obvious illness is there. There’s so much to be said, but nobody wants to hear it. If only people listened. Maybe none of this shit would’ve happened. None of the abuse, the isolation, the loneliness, the eating disorders, the borderline/bipolar/ocd diagnoses, the drug and alcohol addictions, the constant thoughts of suicide, the ugliness I lived, the pain I caused people. But nobody wants to hear it.

It’s not a stigma against mental illness. It’s the fact that nobody wants to hear it. It’s the fact that we’re too desperate to be heard to hear each other.

Nobody’s listening. Everyone just wants to be listened to. So forget me. Just like everyone forgets everyone. I’ll keep my cries for help anonymous. Because then it could be anybody!

Thing is it really could be.

If you or someone you know is a musician and struggling with mental illness, check out PunkTalks.org.

If you would like to contribute to this ongoing series about musicians and mental health, you can send us an email here.

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#1yrago This NES Classic jailbreak is a perfect parable of our feudal future of disobedient dishwashers

Nintendo's nostalgic instant sellout NES Classic (still available from scalpers) only comes with 30 games and no way to add more: but it only took two months from the announcement date for intrepid hackers to jailbreak the device and come up with a way to load your favorite ROMs, using a USB cable and a PC.

The hacks are pretty gnarly: you have to dump the game's ROM to your computer, modify it, and then reflash the console.

You are legally allowed to format shift your own games, but bypassing "effective means of access control" on copyrighted works is a potential violation of section 1201 of the DMCA, which provides for both criminal and civil penalties.

The fuggly nature of the jailbreak for the Classic is a good example of how DMCA 1201 distorts the market for technology. In the 1980s, companies saw that the public had an appetite for format-shifting their vinyl albums to cassettes, bringing their music with them into the new contexts created by the Walkman and the in-car cassette deck. The electronic industry responded by making all-in-one stereos with turntables and cassette decks that let you transfer your records to tape.

Now, the record industry hated this, but copyright didn't give them the right to stop it. When Congress created copyright, they did not transfer the right to stop the public from transferring their lawfully acquired copyrighted works from one medium to another (this was affirmed by the Supreme Court in 1984, when it ruled on the legality of VCRs in the Betamax case).

All businesses have a mix of commercial preferences (the things they wish their customers and competitors would do or not do) and legal rights (the things they can sue people for doing and not doing), and all businesses wish that more of their commercial preferences were legal rights. But legislatures don't usually make preferences into rights: first, because there are competing industries with competing preferences (the record industry's preference against home taping was opposed by Panasonic's preference for making home taping decks); and second, because business preferences are universally aimed at higher margins on their products -- forcing voters to pay more for the stuff they use (lawmakers can't get elected without campaign contributions, but even more, they can't get elected without votes).

But DMCA 1201 allows for the easy conversion of preferences to rights, without any new laws being passed. All a company has to do is design its system so that its preferences are enforced by digital locks that also control access to copyrighted works (for example, a lock that prevents you from dumping your NES Classic's ROM). The thing you're trying to do (add your own legally purchased games to your NES Classic) is legal, but breaking the lock in order to do it is very, very illegal -- and so your legal right is erased.

That's why we're seeing DRM in printer ink and car engines and tractors and insulin pumps and thermostats: it's a way for the makers of low-margin hardware to establish a monopoly on service, parts, consumables, and software, at their expense of their customers and their competitors -- a monopoly that taxpayers will pay to enforce, through the courts.

Which is why hackers are posting arcane HOWTOs instead of founding companies that sell tiny, Raspberry Pi-based dongles for $10 that you plug into your NES Classic, feed your games to, and unplug, for a seamless, zipless conversion from a closed platform to an open one. Individual hackers may be anonymous or risk-tolerant or ignorant enough to post their instructions, but no one is going to give them the capital to start a business to do it.

That means that you, the owner of media locked up by DMCA 1201, don't get to buy that easy-to-use product to get more value out of your stuff: instead, you either take what the manufacturer has given you, or risk bricking your gadgets (a legal jailbreaking device might also brick your NES Classic, but in that case, you'd have someone to sue over it).

The NES Classic is a particularly interesting example, because the US Copyright Office has actually granted an exemption to DMCA 1201 for jailbreaking games (the Internet Archive petitioned for this as part of its games preservation work). But the exemption doesn't cover tools for jailbreaking, including instructions about how to do it, and it doesn't cover the games consoles on which the games play. Meaning that you have the legal right to jailbreak your old cartridges so you can play them on your NES Classic, and you have the right to load them onto your NES Classic once you've jailbroken them -- but you don't have the right to jailbreak your NES Classic to accomplish this, and no one has the right to tell you how to do any of this stuff or give you a program or gadget to make it easy.

The same law that lets Apple decide who can make software for your Iphone allows Google to decide who can make software for your Nest thermostat allows GM to decide who can diagnose and fix your car allows Nintendo to decide who can improve your NES Classic -- add a vision system and it would allow Kitchenaid to decide who can make bread for your toaster; add an RFID and it would allow Bosch to decide who can make dishes for your dishwasher.

Property is "that sole and despotic dominion which one man claims and exercises over the external things of the world, in total exclusion of the right of any other individual in the universe," but once you add software and DMCA 1201 to property, it becomes legally impossible to treat your property as though you own it: the manufacturer's dead hand lies upon your property forever, ready to punch you in the mouth the moment you attempt to use your property to your own benefit, rather than to the benefit of the manufacturer's shareholders.

https://boingboing.net/2017/01/07/this-nes-classic-jailbreak-is.html

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This NES Classic jailbreak is a perfect parable of our feudal future of disobedient dishwashers

Nintendo's nostalgic instant sellout NES Classic (still available from scalpers) only comes with 30 games and no way to add more: but it only took two months from the announcement date for intrepid hackers to jailbreak the device and come up with a way to load your favorite ROMs, using a USB cable and a PC.

The hacks are pretty gnarly: you have to dump the game's ROM to your computer, modify it, and then reflash the console.

You are legally allowed to format shift your own games, but bypassing "effective means of access control" on copyrighted works is a potential violation of section 1201 of the DMCA, which provides for both criminal and civil penalties.

The fuggly nature of the jailbreak for the Classic is a good example of how DMCA 1201 distorts the market for technology. In the 1980s, companies saw that the public had an appetite for format-shifting their vinyl albums to cassettes, bringing their music with them into the new contexts created by the Walkman and the in-car cassette deck. The electronic industry responded by making all-in-one stereos with turntables and cassette decks that let you transfer your records to tape.

Now, the record industry hated this, but copyright didn't give them the right to stop it. When Congress created copyright, they did not transfer the right to stop the public from transferring their lawfully acquired copyrighted works from one medium to another (this was affirmed by the Supreme Court in 1984, when it ruled on the legality of VCRs in the Betamax case).

All businesses have a mix of commercial preferences (the things they wish their customers and competitors would do or not do) and legal rights (the things they can sue people for doing and not doing), and all businesses wish that more of their commercial preferences were legal rights. But legislatures don't usually make preferences into rights: first, because there are competing industries with competing preferences (the record industry's preference against home taping was opposed by Panasonic's preference for making home taping decks); and second, because business preferences are universally aimed at higher margins on their products -- forcing voters to pay more for the stuff they use (lawmakers can't get elected without campaign contributions, but even more, they can't get elected without votes).

But DMCA 1201 allows for the easy conversion of preferences to rights, without any new laws being passed. All a company has to do is design its system so that its preferences are enforced by digital locks that also control access to copyrighted works (for example, a lock that prevents you from dumping your NES Classic's ROM). The thing you're trying to do (add your own legally purchased games to your NES Classic) is legal, but breaking the lock in order to do it is very, very illegal -- and so your legal right is erased.

That's why we're seeing DRM in printer ink and car engines and tractors and insulin pumps and thermostats: it's a way for the makers of low-margin hardware to establish a monopoly on service, parts, consumables, and software, at their expense of their customers and their competitors -- a monopoly that taxpayers will pay to enforce, through the courts.

Which is why hackers are posting arcane HOWTOs instead of founding companies that sell tiny, Raspberry Pi-based dongles for $10 that you plug into your NES Classic, feed your games to, and unplug, for a seamless, zipless conversion from a closed platform to an open one. Individual hackers may be anonymous or risk-tolerant or ignorant enough to post their instructions, but no one is going to give them the capital to start a business to do it.

That means that you, the owner of media locked up by DMCA 1201, don't get to buy that easy-to-use product to get more value out of your stuff: instead, you either take what the manufacturer has given you, or risk bricking your gadgets (a legal jailbreaking device might also brick your NES Classic, but in that case, you'd have someone to sue over it).

The NES Classic is a particularly interesting example, because the US Copyright Office has actually granted an exemption to DMCA 1201 for jailbreaking games (the Internet Archive petitioned for this as part of its games preservation work). But the exemption doesn't cover tools for jailbreaking, including instructions about how to do it, and it doesn't cover the games consoles on which the games play. Meaning that you have the legal right to jailbreak your old cartridges so you can play them on your NES Classic, and you have the right to load them onto your NES Classic once you've jailbroken them -- but you don't have the right to jailbreak your NES Classic to accomplish this, and no one has the right to tell you how to do any of this stuff or give you a program or gadget to make it easy.

The same law that lets Apple decide who can make software for your Iphone allows Google to decide who can make software for your Nest thermostat allows GM to decide who can diagnose and fix your car allows Nintendo to decide who can improve your NES Classic -- add a vision system and it would allow Kitchenaid to decide who can make bread for your toaster; add an RFID and it would allow Bosch to decide who can make dishes for your dishwasher.

Property is "that sole and despotic dominion which one man claims and exercises over the external things of the world, in total exclusion of the right of any other individual in the universe," but once you add software and DMCA 1201 to property, it becomes legally impossible to treat your property as though you own it: the manufacturer's dead hand lies upon your property forever, ready to punch you in the mouth the moment you attempt to use your property to your own benefit, rather than to the benefit of the manufacturer's shareholders.

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