#mit and microsoft

[despertarsabiendo]

Como nació: Facebook, el rey de las redes sociales

Como nació el rey de las redes sociales: Facebook.

Facebook, la red social más grande y popular del planeta, sigue siendo un fenómeno global. ¿Quién no tiene cuenta en Facebook? Si no la tienes, es muy probable que la hayas eliminado en algún momento (aunque, vamos, que todos pasamos por esa fase de “ahora sí, ahora no”). Y es que, escapar de Facebook es casi como intentar evitar la pizza en una fiesta: simplemente no sucede. Lo cierto es que,…

[fatihulusoy]

Greetings folks! Do you remember our folks at Facebook now Meta? You know 'em, you love 'em! Yet some of them still not trust them.. Annd you folks right to do so.. Here is why:

İn recent weeks some of your pictures you took and post these platforms get flagged as "Made By AI" for no reason like this one..

An Instagram photo of the Kolkata Knight Riders, labeled incorrectly as "Made with AI". An Instagram photo of the Kolkata Knight Riders, labeled as “Made with AI.” Image Credit: Instagram (screenshot)

Well the thing is our folks at meta has been work on a new ai based picture identification project for rest of their platforms for the last few mounts called: PlatoNERF!

actual tech is pretty amazing actually Nerf (NEural Radiance Fields) tech is mostly used by mockups and quick cgi reference shots this is simply generates photo realistic and high resolution scans into 3d renders like photoscan but based of reflections of light.

But what is PlatoNERF? has design and made by both MIT and META's R&d labs have developed PlatoNeRF, an AI-powered computer vision technique that can use shadows to model 3D scenes, including objects blocked from view using both Nerf tech and Lidar scan.

its simply scans the pictures and can create 3d envoirmental model through it but how its decides if something is real or AI? Shadows!

if it cant detect any shadows it automatically flags the post!

i know im speaking like its a techno-horror story or some its a conspiracy theory but i swear this bug actually caused by this :)

So if we solve that case we can continue with our regular schedule see you guys tomorrow!

Sources:

for you guys to understand how NERF tech works:

[ntaflos]

Microsoft 365 Copilot - Wave 2 (2025/4)

Mein neuer Kollege ist eine KI – und er verändert alles. Ich beobachte die Entwicklung von Microsoft Copilot schon lange. Vom ersten Preview, bei dem einfache Word-Dokumente erstellt wurden, bis hin zur Integration in nahezu jede App des Microsoft 365-Ökosystems. Aber was jetzt kommt, ist mehr als ein Feature-Update. Es ist ein Paradigmenwechsel.Die Ära der Human-Agent Collaboration hat…

[retrocompmx]

Un día como hoy en la tecnología (13 de septiembre)

Hace poco hablamos de la empresa MITS fundada por Forrest Mims y Ed Roberts. Un día como hoy pero de 1941, nace Edward Roberts, quien ideó el Altair 8800, una de las primeras PC exitosas del mercado.

En 1974 crea este modelo y que saliera en la portada de enero de 1975 de Popular Electronics, que luego contrataría a Paul Allen para trabajar en MITS, a la postre juntándose con Bill Gates para fundar Microsoft.

En 1977, después de ser vendida MITS, Roberts se gradúa de médico ejerciendo en el estado rurald e Georgia hasta su fallecimiento.

#retrocompmx #retrocomputingmx #retrocompmx #retropc #oldcomputers #EdRoberts #mits #altair8800 #Microsoft

[net-photos]

„Wiederholen“-Symbole in Microsoft To Do ermöglichen das Festlegen von regelmäßigen Aufgaben, um die Effizienz und Produktivität zu steigern. Den ganzen Artikel gibt es hier: https://nordischepost.de/unterhaltung/design/microsoft-to-do-kreative-gestaltung-mit-wiederholen-symbolen/?feed_id=64288&_unique_id=66128b0a87493

[takahashicleaning]

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ダン・ブリックリン:表計算ソフト誕生の話

（詳しくご覧になりたい場合は上記リンクからどうぞ）

ダン・ブリックリンは、あなたが日常的に使っているであろうMicrosoft ExcelやGoogle Sheetsのお祖父さんにあたる世界初の表計算ソフトVisiCalcを共同開発し、世界を永久に変えました。

ソフトウェア技術者であり、コンピューター界の伝説である彼が語る、最初にした仕事や空想や宿題が絡み合って画期的な発明へと繋がった話に耳を傾けましょう。

Excelのような表計算ソフトを使ったことのある人はどれくらいいますか？大勢ですね。では、フィラデルフィアで小さな印刷業を営んでいた私の父のように会社の簿記を手計算でやっているという人は？ずっと少ない。

それは何百年もの間。ずっと行われていた方法です。1978年の初めに私はやがてVisiCalcとなるもののアイデアに取り組み始めました。翌年それは、新製品だったApple II パーソナル・コンピューター用に売り出されました。

その後の６年の間に 大きな変化があったことは誰もがVisiCalcを知っておりたぶん使ってもいると。ウォールストリート・ジャーナル紙が社説で想定していたことを見ても分かるでしょう。

スティーブ・ジョブズは、1990年のインタビューで言っています「表計算ソフトが PC業界を牽引した」「VisiCalcは、他の何よりもAppleの成功に貢献した」

彼は、より個人的なコメントとしてこうも言っています「もし、VisiCalcが他のコンピューター向けに書かれていたならあなたが今インタビューしている相手は違っていたはずだ」

VisiCalcは、会社���パソコンが使われるようになるきっかけになったのです。それはどうやって生まれたのか？それは何だったのか？どのようにして私はそれを作ることになったのか？

私がプログラミングを学び始めたのは、1966年15歳の時でこの写真を撮った２ヶ��後のことです。当時はコンピューターに触れられる高校生なんてそういませんでしたが、私は幸運とものすごい根気強さのお陰で地元のコンピューターの利用時間を手にできました。

ウッドストックのぬかるみで寝た後、MITに進学しバイトでMulticsプロジェクトの仕事をしました。Multicsは対話的タイムシェアリングシステムの草分けでした。

LinuxとかUnixというのを聞いたことがあるかもしれませんが、あれはMulticsから生まれたものです。私はMulticsのためのインタプリタ言語に取り組みました。端末の前に座って計算を行うコンピューターが専門でない人たちが使うものです。

MITを卒業するとDECに就職しました。DECでは電子化組版という新しい分野のソフトウェアを開発し、新聞社が記者の使うタイプライターをコンピューターに置き換える手助けをしました。ソフトウェアができたらカンザスシティ・スター紙のような現場に赴いてユーザーのトレーニングをし、フィードバックを集めました。

この時の実体験は、MITの研究室で見てきたのとは随分違っていました。その後、私はDEC初のワープロソフト開発でプロジェクトリーダーになりました。また新分野です。

組版の時と同様、重要だったのはコンピューターに詳しくない人たちが自然に効率良く使えるユーザーインタフェースを作ることでした。DECの後、マイクロプロセッサを使ったファストフード業界向けの電子キャッシュレジスターを作る小さな会社で働きました。

でも、私はMulticsプロジェクトで出会った友人のボブ・フランクストンと一緒に会社を始めたいとずっと思っていたので大学に戻りビジネスについて学べるだけ学ぶことにし、1977年秋にハーバード・ビジネス・スクールのMBAコースに入りました。

そこの学生で私のようにプログラミングの経験がある者はごくわずかでした。卒業アルバムには最前列に座っている私の写真があります。

ハーバードでは、ケーススタディを使って学びました。毎回３つくらいの事例を検討します。それぞれの事例は特定のビジネス状況に関する何十ページかの記述からなっています。それにはよく別紙が付いていてその想定状況に関する資料やデータがありました。

それぞれが何かしら違っていました。これは私のやった宿題です。筋が通るように構成された数字や記述が並んでいます。沢山の計算が必要で私たちはいつも電卓を手元に置いていました。これが私の使っていた電卓です。ハロウィーンの時も電卓を身に付けたものです。

授業のはじめに先生が誰かに事例の説明をさせます。学生は状況を説明してデータを読み上げ、先生がそれを教室の前にある何枚もの電動式黒板に書き取り���す。それからみんなで議論します。すごく苛立たしかったのは宿題をすっかり済ませ、翌日授業に出ると計算間違いがあって自分の出した数字が全然駄目だと気付いたときです。

そうなると授業であまり発言できなくなりますが、評価は授業への貢献度でなされるのです。他の87人の学生達とその教室にいて私はよく夢想していました。

当時のプログラマーの多くは、メインフレームで在庫システムや給与システムや請求支払いシステムなんかを開発していましたが、私には対話的ワープロソフトやオンデマンドの個人向けソフトの開発経験がありました。そのためプリンタ出力やパンチカードというインタフェースではなく「魔法の黒板」を夢想していました。

数字を消して新しい値を書くと他の数字が自動的に再計算されるという数字のためのワープロみたいなものです。私がイメージしていたのは底がマウスのようになっている電卓と戦闘機みたいなヘッド・アップ・ディスプレーがあって数字をタイプし、まるで囲んで合計ボタンを押すと交渉しているその場で答えが得られるというものです。

その夢をどうにか現実にしたいと思いました。

父は私にプロトタイピングというのを教えてくれました。冊子を印刷するときページ上の配置を決めるために使う実寸大のひな形を見せてもらったことがあります。顧客からフィードバックを得るのにそれを使いOKが出たら印刷にかけるんです。作ろうとしているものを単純化した実際に動くものを作ることで主要な問題点が浮かび上がり、そのような問題への解決策をずっと少ない費用で見つけられます。

それでプロトタイプを作ってみることにしました。

ハーバード大のタイムシェアリングシステムに接続された端末に行って取り組み始めました。私がまず直面した問題の１つは式の中の変数をどう表現するかということでした。どういうことか説明しましょう。考えていたのはこうです。どこか指定して言葉を書き別のところに数字を入れさらに別の数字を入れます。

答えを出す場所を指定してから最初の数字を指し、マイナスを押し２番目の数字を指すと結果が現れます。問題は、式をどう表すか？ということです。何が入るのかコンピューターに分かるものにする必要があります。そして、画面のどこが参照されているのか式を見れば分かるようにする必要があります。

はじめの案はプログラマー的なやり方で最初にどこかを指定したとき、識別名をユーザーに付けさせるというものです。これは面倒くさすぎるということがすぐに分かりました。コンピューターが自動的に名前を付けて保持しておくようにする必要があります。

では、作られた順番で名前を付けたらと考えました。変数１、変数２という具合に。しかし、変数が何個もあるとどこにどれがあるのか覚えられなくなってしまいます。それなら、変数をどこにでも置けるようにする代わりに碁盤目上に制限したらどうかと考えました。

マス目を指定したとき、その行と列を名前にすることができ��す。地図みたいに上にABC、横に123と書いておけば、式の中に B7とあったとき、画面上のどこを指すのか一目瞭然です。式を自分で書く場合もどうすればいいかすぐわかります。ユーザーを碁盤目上に制限することで私の問題は解決しました。

同時に一続きのマス目を指定できるといった新しい可能性も開けました。それでいて、この制限はきついものではなくユーザーは好きな値や式をどのマス目にでも入れることができます。そして、これは40年後の今もそのまま使われている方法です。

友人のボブと私はこの製品を一緒に作ることにしました。そのプログラムがどう振る舞うべきか見極めるため、私はさらに取り組みました。ドキュメントとなるものとして説明シートを書きましたが、それはまた作っているユーザーインタフェースが普通の人に対し簡潔明瞭に説明できるものにする上でも役立ちました。

ボブはマサチューセッツ州アーリントンに借りたアパートの屋根裏で作業していました。これがその屋根裏部屋です。ボブがMITのMulticsシステムの利用時間を購入してこのような端末を使ってプログラムを書きました。それから電話回線と音響カプラを使い借用したApple II にテスト版をダウンロードしてテストを行います。

テストの一環として「ペプシチャレンジ」の宿題を使いました。印刷機能はまだできてなかったので全部手で書き写す必要がありました。保存機能はまだできてなかったので、プログラムがクラッシュするたびに式をすべて入力し直さなければなりませんでした。

翌る日。授業で私は手を挙げて指されると事例の解説をしました。５年の予測をしあらゆる種類のシナリオを考察しました。この事例でAの評価をもらいましたVisiCalcはすでに役立っていたのです。

先生に「いったいどうやったの？」と聞かれましたが、我々の極秘プログラムのことを明かしたくはなかったので。

「これにこれを加えて、これを掛けてこれを引きました」と言うと

「比を使わなかったのはどうして？」と聞くので

「比なんか正確じゃありませんよ！」と答えましたが、実際は割り算がまだできるようになってなかったんです。

そうこうするうちにVisiCalcはお披露目できるまで出来上がりました。マーケティングに使える説明シートのサンプルを父が刷ってくれました。

1979年6月に発売元がVisiCalcの告知をしました。ニューヨークで行われた巨大なナショナル・コンピューター・カンファレンスの小さなブースでのことです。ニューヨークタイムズ紙がこのカンファレンスについてユーモラスな記事を書いています。

「機械が宗教儀式に 見えることを行う信者たちが集まる中、コロシアムの画家たちが殿堂に付け加える黄色地に黒で大きく書かれた「VISICALC」の文字をVISICALCを賛美せよ！」 (おおっ) ニューヨークタイムズ曰く「VISICALCを賛美せよ」

その後、２年くらいは���手のビジネス誌が電子表計算ソフトに言及することはありませんでした。ほとんどの人はまだ理解していなかったのです。理解した人もいましたが1979年10月にVisiCalcが発売されました。こんなパッケージに入っていて Apple IIの上でこんな感じに動作しました。

その後のことは皆の知る通りです。

まだまだ話し足りないことがありますが、それはまたの機会にしましょう。ただ１つだけハーバードが記憶してくれていることについてこれが例の教室です。そこで起きたことを記念するプレートが飾られています。

同時にこれが伝えているのは、皆さんもまた自分独自の事情や能力や要求を生かし、プロトタイプを作って重要な問題を見つけて取り組みそれを通して世界を変えるようにということです。

ありがとうございました

こういう新産業でイノベーションが起きるとゲーム理論でいうところのプラスサムになるから既存の産業との

戦争に発展しないため共存関係を構築できるメリットがあります。デフレスパイラルも予防できる？人間の限界を超えてることが前提だけど

しかし、独占禁止法を軽視してるわけではありませんので、既存産業の戦争を避けるため新産業だけの限定で限界を超えてください！

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Microsoft erzwingt Klauseln im Vertrag mit Synchronsprechern, dass sie ihre Stimmen für KI-Training benutzt werden dürfen, Farina Brock ist jetzt vorerst nicht mehr die Stimme von Mercy :(

Synchronsprecherin von Mercy im Interview dazu (ab 27:40, spezifischer ab 31:40)

Wie Mercy und 2 andere Charaktere jetzt klingen: (Zuerst normale Voicelines als Referenz, dann die im aktuellen Event hinzuefügten Lines)

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr Gaiman, if you don't mind, could you please tell me if the fact that you once asked an official in China that Chinese people need more sci-fi stories to fuel their imagination and hence innovation, hence their invitation of sci-fi writers and yourself many years ago, was a true conversation?

I once found this in one of your journals but somehow I couldn't find it anymore and thinking of digging deeper in your archives through China tags sound way too daunting as I just had many exams today and in one essay I cited this very example and you in it to prove a point that scientists need artists (I see writers as artists too) in this world, and now I'm kind of freaking out on whether I hallucinated the whole story or something.

Whatever it is, if you managed to read this ask, thanks a lot and hope you have a good day/night ahead!

It was in 2007 in Chengdu, at the first offically approved and endorsed SF convention. Here's Bob Sawyer talking about it on his web site at the time:

And here's Michael Swanwick:

and a Chinese article from the time:

And yes. When I asked why the disapproval of SF had turned to approval, I was told that Chinese fact-finding conversations at Apple, Microsoft and Google had revealed that most of the engineers, creators, designers and inventors had read SF when younger and had become interested in making what they made because of SF, and that the official Chinese position in 2007 was that SF should now be encouraged -- thus the convention.

From the article at the time:

The 2007 China (Chengdu) SF/Fantasy Conference hosted the event. The theme: “Science, Imagination and Future” is an ambitious Chinese effort designed to inspire public creativity toward future scientific and technological development as well as promote national insight for scientific exploration. The conference has been scheduled immediately before the World Science Fiction Convention in Yokohama, Japan.

The conference has designated August 25 as “China Imagination Day”. SF and fantasy lovers signed their names on a banner to commemorate this day during the opening ceremony.

“Imagination is an important premise for creativity. Science fiction literature plays an important role in inspiring people’s imagination and creativity,” said Li Xiuting, vice director of the International Department of the China Association for Science and Technology, at the opening ceremony on Saturday.

“Our (science fiction) words become the world and our words become places that you can visit. They become books and stories that inspire people. It is both surprising and reassuring to know by accident that the places have helped to make a future we are now living. Places like Microsoft and Google, Apple and places like MIT are packed with science fiction readers and fantasy readers,” Neil Gaiman said on Saturday.

[103rafes]

TAPE 009 ᯓ★

"Why come here? You're not seeking comfort you're seeking loyalty."

in which BSF!Rafe comes to varsityboy!kook!reader's penthouse in Boston after Morocco's incidents, and a certain other one.

warning : 18+ , smut is involved (anal) , holocaust and nazi mentions (reader is doing a history paper) , spoilers from OBX S4 ahead , if you haven't finished it DO NOT read ahead.

BSF!Rafe and VARSITYBOY!KOOK!reader

Late nights in Boston, Massachusetts never got old when nightlife looked right back at you, sat snug in your bed with your Macbook air in your criss-crossed lap, brow furrowed with concentration while you typed up something for your history lecture, a paper about the Holocaust which you'd chosen as a topic.

But now as you sat here, nail between one of your canines lost in research, you'd seriously wish you could've chosen Dunkirk; Goddamn, Dunkirk would've been so much easier, or maybe even the JFK assasination.

University was always something that kept you busy, and even thought you were dedicated to Varsity football, especially being captain-

You still had to study, and get good grades; you were at Harvard for a reason. Thank God you hadn't chosen MIT.

The low light from your Macbook highlighted your features, a loose black tee and blue and black plaid pajama pants fitted your body, comfortable attire for a simple night to yourself; maybe you'd go and dine out for tonight.

It was only around 10PM, though if you wanted to be specific, the digital alarm clock next your bed glared *10:12PM* in bright red.

Your fingers were just about to type in evidence for a photo of segregation, before you heard the pitched, slow hum of your doorbell ring throughout your penthouse.

The sound made you stop your typing, eyes flicking to the closed door of your big, cozy room. You'd like to assume you misheard and maybe, reading about all this Holocaust stuff was getting to you, but when you heard it again you had to raise an eyebrow.

You made sure your work had been saved on Microsoft word before you set the Macbook down and got up, opening the black sleek fibreglass door and walking down the hall of your humble and modern abode, white hues blending nicely with smoke grey and black.

Most of the lights were off besides the warm white dim of the stove light, brightening your place with the city from the floor to ceiling glass windows in the living space. You made it to the front door, glancing to the small screen attached to the door, the one that showed you your cameras.

Your eyes squinted when you saw a face that you hadn't seen in a while; Rafe, Rafe Cameron. Your childhood bestfriend.

You stared for a bit, noticing the dirty white knitted sweater and tight black jeans. Before you could really check if it really was him, your hand was already unlocking the door and turning the black lever handle.

It opened, and you were met face to face with the man himself. Your eyebrows raised, eyes resting, "Rafe?" You questioned, more for your own consciousness before rubbing a hand to the back of your neck, "dude..uh, hey. This is a surprise." you spoke, and Rafe's eyes fully locked with yours.

Rafe's lips parted in a slow exhale, and he nodded in greeting, "Hey..sorry for uh, coming so- so randomly, it was jus'..I had to see you." He murmured, and you leaned against the doorway for a minute, arms crossing against your chest in a way that made your biceps flex a bit, "Oh..deadass?" Your expression changed into one of skepticism, "It's, well I mean- I'm glad really it's just," you scratched the back of your head, "How'd you..even get here?" You questioned.

You saw the way Rafe's brow twitched, that thing he did unknowingly when he was caught off guard or really confused; you weren't sure which one it was this time.

"I uh..I boated, here." Rafe answered flatly, and your eyes opened wide, "You boated here?" You repeated, "You- you boated from North Carolina to, to Bosto-"

"Well, no..it was, Morocco, to here..I just, drove back here from Kildare actually," Rafe interrupted, and you stood up straight, "Shit- what? Morocco?" You asked, incredulous, "You mean the country all the way in North Africa?" You couldn't believe your ears.

Rafe stared, eyes looking away before his lip did a little pout, and he shrugged, "Well, yeah do you know any other Morocco?"

Your face turned into one of mild annoyance and your nose scrunched, "Any other Moro- no, I don't. Just- Jesus Christ, get inside." You muttered, moving out the way for Rafe to step inside, to which he did quickly, already beginning to pull his shoes off.

You watched him from the corner of your eye while you closed and locked your front door, making sure it was good before turning around, "K I'm gonna ignore, that you just told me like some dumb, Indiana Jones shit and just, ask if you want like a drink- do you want a drink, Rafe Cameron?" You asked, an eyebrow raised.

Rafe knew you were going to think if he was even more insane if he told you everything while drunk, so he shook his head, "No, no I don't want a drink, I want to talk. I really, really need to talk to you, man." He stated, his voice almost shaky with the effort.

You stared, taking in the sense of urgency there seemed to be in Rafe while thinking about your Holocaust paper; you still had to write in about Hitler and his affects, aswell as the stages of genocide. With an exhale through your nose, you nodded, "Ooo-kay, that's a first," you shrugged your shoulders, "gonna bring a bottle anyway. Wanna talk outside? You know, on the balcony?" You questioned, and Rafe seemed to hesitate before nodding a bit quick, "Yeah, yeah the- the balcony sounds good."

Walking over to your display of alcohol, you hummed in consideration; Glenfiddich, you had that the other day so no. Jameson? Nah, wasn't the mood, and Jack Daniel's just..it wasn't that night either.

But then, your eyes landed on an untouched bottle; an alcohol you'd left sitting for a bit.

"Want Hennessy?" You questioned, and Rafe glanced up, "I don't want a dr-"

"That wasn't the question. I know you Rafe, and you know me. Do you want Hennessy?" The tone of your voice told Rafe he couldn't argue, and the buzzed brunette knew that he probably would want a drink mid-talk. So, he sighed, "..Yeah, Hennessy." He muttered.

And so, the two of you went out to the balcony of your penthouse, though you guys eventually decided it'd be better to go to the roof; with your parents also helping to back your funds up during your University time, you had a sweet spot in the condo building; that included a pool at the very top, lit up a little.

You and Rafe sat on one of the soft couches, a glass table in the middle of the curving C. You placed the Hennessy there, two crystal glasses before you leaned back, "So, what brings you to my humble abode, dude?" You asked, and Rafe scratched his head, "..Need to get shit off my chest, and I just, you know..haven't seen you in some months, I was beginning to miss how annoying you were-" Rafe coughed between his sentence when you smacked his chest, a laugh escaping him, "okay okay, fine..you're not that annoying, but..s'been borin' without you."

You nodded, a tilt in your head with a shrug, "Yeah well I'm very missable, but uh..what do you need to get off your chest exactly?" You questioned, and that's when Rafe kind of tensed.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, and your brow creased, "Yo, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You asked, subtle concern starting to appear. Rafe was leaned forward, hands clasped together with his elbows over his knees before he slowly shook his head, a shaky exhale.

Only now did you really realize that you hadn't even questioned Rafe's face; it seemed to have very faint scars from overexposure to the sun.

Rafe after a while, spoke, "You know those uh..the Genrettes?" He asked, and again you didn't know why this was the topic, but you rolled with it, "Yeah, my Mom was Wes Genrette's lawyer, he was a nice guy..bit strange though but I don't remember much," you answered, "why?"

You could sense Rafe had bad news; shit, when didn't Rafe have trouble hoarding to him?

"Uh..he, he died," Rafe started and you snorted, "K, I know that, you really came all this way to-"

"Chandler Groff, he was apart of this, this deal I signed with Hollis, that.." He trailed off, and you squinted, "Hollis? Like that chick who was married to Mr. Robinson? The realtor and cougar of Kildare?" You asked just to affirm, and Rafe nodded, "Yeah, yeah I did a, a wire transfer with her..said she was going to develop Goat Island."

You nodded, listening before Rafe continued, "But, the guy she was also doing this thing with her, her partner. That was Chandler Groff and he..he convinced her, that Goat Island was in his control, that after Wes Genrette died, she'd get the Island." He spoke.

A loud psh left you at that, leaning over to pop open the Hennessy bottle, the conversation already making you want to drink to death, "That's bullshit, the uh..State said it would be a Nature conserve or some shit like that, my mom mentioned it," you spoke, pouring a glass for yourself before glancing at Rafe, who nodded for you to pour him one too, which you did.

You set the bottle down, bringing the glass to your lips, a subtle smell of the alcohol before you took a slow sip. The Hennessy hit nice, flavourable but strong. You laid back, "said Wes Genrette didn't have it in his will." You finished.

Rafe sighed, "Yeah, but s'not the shit here. He, he killed Hollis. He shot her, stole the 400 grand I'd given through the wire transfer, and then he, he somehow framed those, those Pogues. Y'know Luke Maybank's kid, JJ." Rafe asked, and you rolled your eyes, "God, yes Rafe I know who JJ fucking Maybank is, you're acting like just cause I live in Boston now and study in Harvard I don't fucking know what happens in Kilda-"

"He's..he's dead, man." Rafe suddenly said, a subtle break in his voice.

You paused at that, brows drawing down with your eyes narrowing softly.

"..What?" The word left your mouth softly, and Rafe had his hand to his mouth, silent, "He..Chandler Groff, s'..he was his actual Dad, 'n he..he stabbed him. We, we went to Morocco for some, some artifact this- this crown. Led us all to there, I helped the, the Pogues. John B and his..his crew and.." Rafe didn't continue, expecting you to finish his thought to which you did, "..And Sarah." You added, your voice a bit more serious than before.

Rafe nodded, "There was another group after it. They had..AKs, and guns and- this crew..I, I made up with Sarah- finally and I just- one minute I was making up with the Pogues, only a 30 minute time frame or- or some bullshit and then, I come back and there's, there's Kiara and all of them staring at a guy who'd been hollering like a duck," He ran a hand over his head, "It's..and I, I had to dig the burial, I had to help," Rafe's breath shook, "bury him."

You could only watch in silent pity as Rafe just poured all this out in a river of emotion. Maybe you didn't know what happened around Kildare as well as you thought.

"Didn't..didn't John B of them have that place after they found El Dorado, that- Poguelandia or something like that, what.." You waited for Rafe to respond, and he did, "Court..court put a zoning notice, and they lost the case because, Luke..Luke Maybank he did some- some shit and screwed them over." He informed, and really if this was another other situation you'd be laughing in amusement from all the chaos.

But, death? One of the Pogues, dying? It was unheard of, especially at an age as young as 20.

You stared, "But..you, are you okay?" You asked, a low murmur. You'd noticed the scar in Rafe's hand a while ago, but you hadn't commented on it. Rafe stared into the abyss, silence in the air before speaking more shakely.

"..I wasn't gonna do that wire transfer, I knew the Goat Island thing was full of shit, but..but Sofia she, she told me that maybe it was legit, that I should do it 'n, 'n she's my girlfriend I trusted her so I did it," Rafe started before you noticed the way his lip seemed to quiver, "..When, when I found Groff in Morocco after he ran off, he tried to kill me but, just before, just before, he told me. 'told me that, that Sofia had been paid to get me to sign the deal, to convince me and I-"

You sat up a bit, seeing the way Rafe's lashes fluttered. You'd seen this before, this little deatil; you had it carved into your memory from times you and Rafe were younger, when he was trying not to cry.

You could never forget that look because it always made your heart crack just a little, "Rafe.." You started lowly, shuffling a bit closer to him as Rafe covered his mouth with his hand, the subtle shine in his eyes told you all you need to know, "She- shit, how could she do that t'me, I loved her, 'gave her everything and she fuckin', she stabbed me in the back." He hoarsed out, and you felt bad for him.

Growing up with Rafe, you'd seen all kinds of people fuck him over. Out of all of them, you were the only one who truly stayed; the one who saw him as Rafe, not Rafe Cameron.

Because, there was always a difference between Rafe and Rafe Cameron. You wrapped your free arm around Rafe's shoulder, rubbing it, "Some people don't deserve you. Always the ones you least expect. I'm sorry. You two, you're..?" You murmured in hopes of Rafe filling the spot in, and he shakily sighed, "Yeah, no we're done. I told her to get outta my house. I, I gave her my mother's ring 'n.."

That's when, Rafe's eyes filled with tears and he brought the edges of his palms to his face, trying to stop the tears that started to escape. You panicked internally, setting your glass of Hennessy down before wrapping your arm around Rafe tighter, the other grasping his chin.

"Hey, hey Rafe," You called to him, hoping to get through to his head, "look at me, come on." You urged, tugging his chin carefully as you heard those dragged in sniffles; it hurt you deep when you saw the familiar line of wet tears drag down his sharp features.

You held him tighter, "Rafe, seriously look at me. I know you loved her but if she was gonna stab you in the back like that, then her love didn't run as deep as yours did. I'm sorry," You spoke firmly, not wanting to use tough love but with someone like Rafe, you had to use all kinds of coaxing methods.

Rafe shuddered out, shaking his head, "You don't understand, I thought she was the one, 'did everythin' for her," His voice cracked, "Why does everyone want to screw me over?" His voice almost sounded whiney, so unsure and it was slowly killing you to see your bestfriend like this.

You rubbed his back, "I know, I know it's been tough for you and it has been for most of your life, but believe me not everybody wants to. I mean, you made up with Sarah for fuck's sake Rafe, that's amazing. You redeemed yourself in someone's eyes, didn't you? In hers, and definitely mine." You reassured him, trying to be gentle without coming out as a soft hearted pussy.

Rafe seemed to only break more, but you could tell he was somewhat beginning to get over it in his mind; until, a sentence Rafe said made your bones shake.

"Shit, why can't everyone be like you? Why couldn't she have been like you?" Rafe murmured, his voice cracking.

Your movements slowed a bit at that, trying to process the words. Why couldn't she have been like you?

It made your heart thump wildly.

You stared at Rafe, still rubbing his back in a comforting manner as you thought of what to do. Your eyes moved to look at your pool, before your eyes moved to you and Rafe's glasses of unfinished Hennessy.

"..Forget about her," you murmured, and Rafe still sniffled, "Huh?" He asked, all broken. Your eyes flicked to him, "I said forget about her. You need to forget about her, and everything else." You sat up, your hand coming off Rafe's chin to grab your glass.

You gazed over Rafe, "Pick up your glass, that bottle's like 300 fuckin' dollars." You muttered, eyeing the Hennessy XO.

Rafe had to take a moment, before somewhat composing himself and sitting up to reach over and grab his glass. You gazed at him, raising your glass towards, "Cheers?" You offered, and Rafe was silent, his lips still slightly shaky before he clinked his glass with yours, "Cheers."

Before you could say anything, Rafe tipped his head back and chugged the glass, your eyes widening, "Woah, woah relax." You laughed in slight disbelief and nervousness. Rafe's eyes narrowed a bit wearily after the drink, feeling a rush he'd so badly needed.

It flowed nice in his system, and he turned to look at you.

"You told me to forget about it, s'how I fucking forget about it."

With that sentence, it settled a foundation for you both; glass after glass, Hennessy just kept pouring. Atleast half the bottle was done by the time you and Rafe had decided to pour your last glasses, the two of you all free and giggly.

All drunk. Everything but sober.

You were laughing at something absurd Rafe said, wiping your eyes which were slightly red, "Oh fuck! Seriously? Yo, is she actually a bitch? I heard baaad shit about her!" You practically barked; the two of you were currently spewing shit about Ruthie, Topper's girlfriend.

Rafe scoffed, a laugh leaving him also, "She's the most annoying hoe I've ever met. Always startin' shit just cause she's a Kook. Nobody fuckin' likes her back at Figure Eight." He snorted.

You snickered at that, your mind foggy with ideas that weren't smart. You were gazing, and then you stared at the pool. You giggled, "Rafe, wanna take a swim?" You asked, and Rafe looked at you, "Bro, that's the best thing you've said this entire night." He said, patting your back which elicited a oof from you.

With that, the two of you took your glasses and stumbled haphazardly to your pool (a miracle neither of you fell), quickly stripping down to just boxers, though as you were about to dip your feet in, Rafe spoke.

"Yo, we should skinny dip," He suggested, and you looked at him, a cheeky drunk smile, "skinny dip? What are you, horny?" You poked at him, and Rafe rolled his eyes, "Oh my God, s'not that deep. Come on, it'll be fun." He said, voice slightly slurring in a way you for some reason shivered at.

It sounded like honey in your ears.

You hummed dramatically, "Y'know what? Hell yeah, let's do it!" You decided excitedly, causing Rafe to grin wildly before the two of you slipped your boxers off, and slipped into the waters.

It was thankfully warm because of the hot night air, and you leaned by the edge of the pool, basking in the waters. Rafe had dipped in and was now swimming to you, a snicker, "Been so long since we swam together," he said, and you nodded, "yeah, been busy as shit with Uni..Harvard's riding my dick with all the shit I keep having to do," you groaned, and Rafe barked out a laugh.

"Jus' say you're lazy, pussy." He mocked, and you shoved him by the chest playfully, "Oh fuck you!" You snarked playfully.

Rafe chuckled at that, swimming right back to you; you two didn't seem to take in how close you both were, it seemed so natural to you both when drunk.

"Mm..sorry, shoulda visited you sooner, but..Kook bullshit, everyone's talking crap," Rafe's voice cracked, and you sighed loudly, arms resting on Rafe's shoulders, "Yeah and-" you paused momentarily, feeling hands come to your waist.

You glanced at Rafe skeptically, and Rafe stared, "..What? Habit, with uh, you know.." he murmured, a half assed excuse.

Good thing you were drunk, because you shrugged it off and believed it, "k..but yeah. They can't fucking talk. You're Rafe, what is that cheesy ass ehh..title? King of Kooks? Tha's you..not them," you jabbed a finger into his chest with one hand, "Don' forget it..heh.." A drunken guffaw left, a little silly but you could do silly with Rafe; could do anything.

The two of you were drunken, smiling at eachother in this silence, a silence that slowly began to grow tense with this sensation.

Rafe's brow twitched, his lips parting and before you knew it; lips pressed onto yours. It happened so fast, you couldn't even act surprised. Instead, you melted right into his lips, hands on his shoulders moving to wrap around his neck instead.

People, always had talked about you and Rafe; ever since highschool.

Those two don't know it yet, but everybody else does.

You hadn't known then, but growing older you understood; couldn't confront though, even if you'd so desperately wanted to kiss Rafe's lips dumb, or even fuck him till he tapped out.

So God, when you'd heard his voice tremble as he poured out what Sofia had done to him, and how bad it had hurt, a sadistic sense of glee had washed over anyway.

To hell with Sofia.

Messy making out had both your hands roaming, Rafe's hands on your waist now coming to massage your hips, "Fuck, don' know why I didn't come to see you, I really don't.." he panted right into your mouth, his hands groping your ass so suddenly you gasped, "Rafe-"

"Because you're just so fucking hot, s'drivin' me insane. Always wanted to know how your back would looked arched like a little pussycat." He muttered in a low tone, one that had your skin crawling in a delicious way.

You knew even in your drunken haze, that this would change everything and shit, feeling Rafe's cock press against your thigh so needily was already changing everything.

But then again.

You wouldn't pass this chance up for the world. Alcohol had always messed with your hypothalamus terribly.

"Yeah? Then c'mon 'n find out," You breathed against Rafe's lips, and a breathless laugh left Rafe, "Shit, you're so goddamn.." He couldn't even finish, before nodding frantically, "Yeah, yeah m'gonna find out..gonna find 'n then fuck you against this shit so hard."

The foreign feeling of butterflies inflated your stomach, before you felt your legs being spread by one of Rafe's hands, the other holding the edge of the pool.

"Can I even fit in your ass?" Rafe murmured, slurring a little before shrugging, "whatever..wanna fuck you raw anyway," he said, "too fuckin' sexy to be fucked like anything but."

You brought a hand almost instinctively to hold the leg Rafe was holding up, feeling Rafe's hand slip from there and before a smart comment left you, you felt the press of Rafe's tip against your ass, "Shi-hit, you're throbbing." You laughed in surprise, breathless as Rafe grinned proudly.

"Yeah, you feel it? S'what you fucking do to me," He muttered right into the corner of your mouth, kissing and nipping your jaw before he nudged at your entrance, "Shit's gonna burn, y'know that right?"

You rolled your eyes dramatically, "I'm not stupid, just put the tip in already," you snarked, and Rafe was next to roll his eyes, "K, Jesus."

Soon enough, after some nudges you felt Rafe slowly pushing his tip into you, a shaky gasp leaving as your free hand braced the edge of the pool, "Oh fuck, that hurts," you immediately said, and Rafe grimaced, "I'll pull out if I-"

"No, no don't. I'm not glass, just keep going," You said, subtle slurring and though Rafe was a bit concerned, he shook it away, slowly bullying his way past your walls with his cock, at some times the air even being knocked out of you. You'd never been stretched so fucking good in your entire life.

"Shiiiit," Your eyes rolled back momentarily, eyes scrunching while you took a deep breath in and out, "Oh my- oh my God!" Your voice cracked loudly when you felt your back arch, an electric wave going through you at the feeling of Rafe touching a specific angle for only a second, "What the fuck was that?" You shivered at the ghost of the feeling.

Rafe panted, muscles straining a little from the subtle effort as with one final push, he bottomed out entirely in you which caused a loud groan to leave his lips, "Holy shit, y'so goddamn tight," he shuddered himself, taking a moment before he dragged out, and pushed right back to you, eyes flicking to take in your reaction, which to his great satisfaction contorted into pure pain-pleasure.

"Oh," You heaved before gasping slightly, back arching, "Feels insane."

"Yeah, well it always does the first time around. Can't believe m'fuckin' a virgin as good as you," He basically growled out, before he set a slow pace, more of a way to get you to loosen up.

Easy moans slipped out from the new sensations. You'd never experienced sex, hadn't had an interest in it despite being a Kook who could have any girl or guy you wanted.

But feeling it now, how could you have missed out on such a thing? Maybe it was Rafe that made you feel that way but it was the best way.

Slowly, Rafe was beginning to pick the pace up, his cock forcing it's way past your barriers as he groaned, the hand that wasn't holding the edge moving to wrap around your throat.

"Shit, squeezin' my dick like a greedy bitch," Rafe scoffed, almost enamored with how you felt around his cock. The pace was picking up gradually, and soon enough Rafe was thrusting at a speed that had you seeing galaxies, "Shit, shit, shit." Rafe repeated, panting as the water sloshed around the two of you.

Moans left your mouth in little blockades, but it was starting to become a symphony with how good Rafe made you feel, "Shit, come on faster," you urged, and Rafe obliged instantaneously, hips slamming faster and faster before he switched up the angle, thrusting up just to hear you whine out uncharacteristically and arch your back like some cat.

"Holy shit, Rafe!" You yelped out, a pathetic whimper you'd never heard from your throat leaving you as Rafe punched up right against your prostate, your body squirming as Rafe laughed in satisfaction, "Gotcha."

Rafe only continued his merciless onslaught, hitting your prostate dead on with every force of his hips, causing you to moan loudly and cry out in bliss, "Rafe, you're gonna bruise me, holy fuck!" You gasped out, back arching so right as Rafe sniffled, nose scrunching as he continued to fuck into you with abandon.

"Good, need you t'fuckin' remember this for the rest of your goddamn life. Screaming f'me." He muttered right against your ear, before he smashed his lips with yours, your moans and whines drowning against his tongue.

The water splashed a bit into the long forgotten glasses of Hennessy by the pool edge, the pleasure was making your mind go blank, dumb with it as you felt that familiar ache tightening, "Rafe, Rafe I'm gonna come," you breathed out, feeling Rafe's thrusts getting rocky; he was close to blowing too.

"Shit..me too, 'gonna come in you," He muttered, before the hand holding your throat reached down to grab your aching cock, pumping in time with his messy thrusts, "come over my hand, c'mon c'mon."

With forced out sounds, you were coming with white streaks and the soul being sucked out of you, the orgasm hitting so hard you swore colours just flashed.

With a close to scream moan of ecstasy, you were whining from the overstimulation to your throbbing dick as Rafe thumbed over it, "Oh m'God, Rafe Rafe stop! Stop!!" You whimpered, though you'd never want this to end.

But, Rafe didn't know that. In his drunken haze he still understood no, and took his hand off you, a groan leaving as he soon thrusted to the hilt, coming deep into you with a sigh. "Shiit..feel so good, 'n for what." He rasped, both of you breathing heavily.

Your eyes were heavy, almost close to closing as you laid your head back. You hadn't felt an orgasm that fierce before, never in your entire life. Rafe was silent, just the mix of both your breaths and the chlorine around you to giving little help to ease the tension.

After a while Rafe spoke, "..Can I sleep over?" He muttered.

If you had been sober, you probably would've folded him just like you did with the guys during football practice for your varsity games.

But you weren't, so with a tired grumble you spoke, "Yeah..got some pajamas in my closet for you."

Rafe hummed, exhaustion teasing at him, "Sorry, took your first.." He mumbled against your cheek, and you scoffed, "Sure you are."

It was silent between the two of you again, before Rafe slowly pulled out, a grunt leaving you at the empty feeling now residing in you. You two gazed at eachother, almost oddly for a while before Rafe spoke.

"So, we're sharin' a bed?" He asked, and this time you did glare, "Jesus fucking Christ, you fuck me in my pool and ask if we're sharing a bed? What do you think you dumb fuck?" You snapped, and Rafe groaned, "Jeez, okay! I get it. You're still as bitchy as ever man, how did I even become best friends with you?" He asked before you spoke in rebuttal.

"Are we still bestfriends after this, after you just put your dick in me?" You raised an eyebrow, and Rafe grumbled in drunk annoyance, "You loved it. You know what- bed, let's just go to bed." He finalized, and your eye twitched a little, before sighing heavily.

"Fine. We'll..hm, sober up 'n go sleep." You murmured.

Somehow, you two showered and managed to sober up at least half way, before going into pajamas and sleeping in a tangle of legs and limbs.

Like you two were two teenagers having a sleepover after gaming all night.

Not like two best friends who'd just fucked.

Well, that'd be a great hangover topic for tomorrow.

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note : Hey. It's me again. I don't know why I did this, I never do but mainly it's because I deadass was missin' the city, 'n I thought of the pool I had and this just flowed out my brain..and uh, I watched OBX 4 'n finished it today. What the fuck, what the actual fuck was that ending, I might've gone senile watching all of that. Anyways, I know JJ dying and the emotion isn't grandly displayed, but it's Rafe; he wasn't as close to JJ, barely like he was on good terms with him for 20 minutes before JJ died, so I portrayed him getting obviously more emotional about Sofia and making up with Sarah. Honestly Sofia deserved it, I don't know why she though selling her boyfriend out cause of what he said was a good idea instead of confronting him especially knowing, people have crossed him all his life LMFAOOO. Anyways, hope this read well. I might make new personalities OR a new shot (hopefully not smut because I need to cleanse or some bullshit), maybe right after I write this note or tomorrow; depends. Hope you guys like this. Thank ya kindly!

also, not proofread because when is it ever.

[zeroz2ro]

Hát ez csodálatos, vehetek új PC-t, mert a jelenlegiben sem a proci sem az alaplap nem támogatja a Win11-et.

Októberben megszűnik a Windows 10 támogatása.

[basic-retro-programming]

MICROSOFT has released the source code to MS-DOS 4.00 under the MIT license ...

https://cloudblogs.microsoft.com/opensource/2024/04/25/open-sourcing-ms-dos-4-0/

"Ten years ago, Microsoft released the source for MS-DOS 1.25 and 2.0 to the Computer History Museum, and then later republished them for reference purposes. This code holds an important place in history and is a fascinating read of an operating system that was written entirely in 8086 assembly code nearly 45 years ago. 

Today, in partnership with IBM and in the spirit of open innovation, we’re releasing the source code to MS-DOS 4.00 under the MIT license. There’s a somewhat complex and fascinating history behind the 4.0 versions of DOS, as Microsoft partnered with IBM for portions of the code but also created a branch of DOS called Multitasking DOS that did not see a wide release."

Jeff Wilcox & Scott Hanselman

Post 302: Microsoft, Open Source Blog, The release of the MS DOS 4.0 source code under the MIT licence, 2024.

[adafruit]

����💾🗓️ Day 7: Retrocomputing Advent Calendar - Altair 8800🎄💾🗓️

The Altair 8800 was one of the first commercially successful personal computers, introduced in 1975 by MITS, and also one of the most memorable devices in computing history. Powered by the Intel 8080 CPU, an 8-bit processor running at 2 MHz, and initially came with 256 bytes of RAM, expandable via its S-100 bus architecture. Users would mainly interact with the Altair through its front panel-mounted toggle switches for input and LEDs for output.

The Altair 8800 was popularized through a Popular Electronics magazine article, as a kit for hobbyists to build.

It was inexpensive and could be expanded, creating a following of enthusiasts that launched the personal computer market. Specifically, it motivated software development, such as Microsoft's first product, Altair BASIC.

The Altair moved from hobbyist kits to consumer-ready personal computers because of its modular design, reliance on the S-100 bus that eventually became an industry standard, and the rise of user groups like the Homebrew Computer Club.

Many of ya'll out there mentioned the Altair 8800, be sure to share your stories! And check out more history of the Altair on its Wikipedia page -

along with the National Museum of American History - Behring center -

Have first computer memories? Post’em up in the comments, or post yours on socialz’ and tag them #firstcomputer #retrocomputing – See you back here tomorrow!

[python-programming-language]

Post #83: Tumblr Opinion Poll by Python-Programming-Language, Question: Which programming resp. script language do you prefer?, 2023.

[retrocompmx]

La guerra en Vietnam, hizo coincidir a Henry E. Roberts y a Forrest Mims. Juntos crearon la empresa MITS, creadora del primer microordenador exitoso, el Altair 8800, anunciada por 1a vez en Popular Electronics en enero de 1975.

En 1977 las ventas anuales de MITS llegaban al orden de 6 millones de USD cuando PEC la adquiriró. MITS desarrollo inclusive sistemas de telemetria que ayudaban a cohetes a llegar su destino, apoyando la carrera espacial.

En 1975 debido al éxito de la Altair 8800, Paul Allen y Bill Gates desarrollaron Altair BASIC, y en julio de ese año, fundaron Microsoft. El resto es historia.

#retrocomputingmx #retrocompmx #retrocomputing #altair8800 #mits #Microsoft

[kathastrophen]

Ficbinding - A5 Heft Teil 1

Ich binde meine Fics gerne als einfaches A5 Heft. Das bietet sich für die meisten, kürzeren Sachen gut an und ist leicht umzusetzen und das meiste Werkzeug und Material dafür hat man (wahrscheinlich) schon zu Hause.

Im ersten Teil zeige ich meine Herangehensweise aus einer Fic ein druckbares Dokument zu erstellen über die Broschüren-Funktion von Word. Fragt mich bitte nicht, wie das mit anderen Office-Anwendungen funktioniert.

Im zweiten Teil binde ich die Seiten und das Cover mit einer einfachen Fadenheftung.

Damit der Post nicht zu lang wird alles weitere unter dem Lies mehr.

Wir brauchen:

eine Fanfic, die wir binden wollen

Microsoft Word

etwas Geduld

einen Drucker

Wir starten mit unserer Fic. Ich empfehle dringend nochmal Korrektur zu lesen ;)

Im Reiter Layout den Pfeil zum Menü "Seite Einrichten" anklicken und das Menü öffnen. Darüber stellen wir die Broschüren-Funktion ein.

Dieses Menü öffnet sich.

unter "Seiten" Mehrere Seiten: Buch auswählen. Dadurch sollte sich das Vorschau-Icon zu dem kleinen Buch ändern. Seiten pro Broschüre auf "alles" belassen.

Seitenränder einrichten. Ich stelle alle auf 2 cm. Damit hab ich bisher gute Erfahrungen gemacht.

Querformat stellt sich von alleine ein. So lassen.

Über OK zurück zur Fic.

Die Broschüren-Funktion sorgt dafür, dass später im Druck die Seiten in der richtigen Reihefolge gedruckt werden. Ihr müsst also nicht darüber nachdenken, welche Seite wo im Dokument ist, sondern bearbeitet es einfach nach aufsteigender Seitenzahl weiter.

Das Dokument sollte jetzt ungefähr so aussehen.

Jetzt folgt der gestalterische Part.

Ihr seht die leere zweite Seite? Bücher beginnen immer auf einer ungeraden Seite (also 1, 3, 5 etc.), also solltet ihr eine leere Seite zwischen Titel und Beginn einfügen.

Wenn ihr ein Inhaltsverzeichnis oder ein vorangestelltes Gedicht/Bild/Zitat habt, würde ich das auch auf eine ungerade Seite schieben.

In diesem Schritt suche ich die Schriftart(en) aus, lege die Schriftgröße fest (meistens 10 oder 11) und schiebe Absätze an die richtige Stelle (s. Hurenkind und Schusterjunge) und formatiere im Blocksatz.

Außerdem füge ich Bilder und Überschriften ein. Hier sieht man das noch etwas besser:

Das ist teilweise etwas Gefummel, aber da vertraue ich auf eure Word und Google-Skills.

An dem Punkt könnt ihr natürlich eurer Kreativität freien Lauf lassen. Unterschiedliche Farben und Schriftarten für jeden Charakter? Initialen für den Kapitelanfang? Eigene Zeichnungen? Go for it!

Außerdem füge ich Seitenzahlen nach diesem Tutorial ein und formatiere sie der Gestaltung entsprechend. Auch das ist immer etwas fummelig, aber nur Geduld.

Falls ich noch etwas einkleben oder reinzeichnen will, lasse ich dementsprechend Platz auf den Seiten.

Idealerweise hat das Dokument am Ende eine gerade Anzahl Seiten. Eigentlich sollte das beim Druck keine Probleme bereiten, ich hab aber schon anderes erlebt und achte seitdem darauf.

Zum Druck:

Ich drucke auf 90gr Papier, 100 gr ist noch besser. Normales 80gr Druckerpapier finde ich immer ein bisschen arg dünn, geht natürlich auch!

Es wird beidseitig gedruckt und im Broschüren-Modus ist immer nur das gesamte Dokument druckbar, deswegen kopiere ich mir manchmal kleinere Passagen von 4 Seiten raus, um zB Schriftgröße oÄ zu kontrollieren.

Wenn ich Bilder in der Datei habe oder das Heft verschenken will, stelle ich die Druckqualität noch auf maximal. Für mich selbst brauche ich das nicht.

Jeder Drucker ist anders.

Unserer kann automatisch drehen und ich weiß, dass das Blatt über die kurze Seite gewendet werden muss, damit der Text nicht bei jeder zweiten Seite auf dem Kopf steht.

das ist trial und error und am besten probiert ihr das mit einer markierten Seite aus und schreibt es euch irgendwo auf ;)

Dann drucken und hoffen, dass alles passt und wie es mit dem Stapel Papier weiter geht, erfahrt ihr nach der nächsten Maus im nächsten Teil.

Lasst mich wissen, ob etwas unklar ist oder bei euch gar nicht funktioniert!

[golazhamam]

Das Schwänzchen hilft dem Auge beim Gleiten

Ich hasse Sans Serif Schriftarten. Für Uneingeweihte: Serifs sind die Schwänzchen, die lateinische Buchstaben mitunter tragen, also die kleinen Anhänge, die nicht zum verständnis des Buchstabens beitragen, sondern nur der Dekoration dienen. Schriftarten die solche Schwänzchen - Serifs - tragen, nennt man Serif Schriftarten. Die ohne enstprechend Sans Serif (weil die Beschäftigung mit Schriftarten die französischen Sprache heraufbeschwört nehme ich an. So wie die Beschäftigung mit Düften das weithin tut. Ich schlage dieses Thema für ihr nächstes Tischgespräch vor: Erfüllt ein Duft dieselbe Aufgabe wie eine Schriftart und sie die beiden ähnlich relevant für das Fortbestehen der Menschheit? Beziehen sie den Altertümlichen Glauben an Miasmen mit ein). Die bekannteste Serif Schriftart ist wohl Times New Roman. Die finde ich ganz in Ordnung, fühle mich aber nicht speziell zu ihr hingezogen. Meine Lieblingsschriftart ist momentan EB Garamond, sie ist elegant, ohne aufdringlich zu sein, leicht leserlich und schlank. Ich mag schlanke Buchstaben, ich finde es angenehm, viel vom Papier zwischen den Buchstaben zu sehen. Schliesslich ist ein gedruckter Text eine veritable Gruppenübung, und manchmal befürchte ich, das Papier kommt zu kurz. Ich mag auch Georgia, wenn auch nicht ganz so sehr, da sie ein bisschen verfettet ist. Courier New finde ich ganz interessant, manchmal gelüstets mich nach ihr und dann schreibe ich ein Drehbuch.

Ich hasse Calibri mit einer Wucht, schlagkräftiger als eine Haubitze. Arial ist auch absoluter Abfall. Sie tun mit ihrer unverschnörkelten Klarheit so, als hätten sie eine seriöse Aussage zu treffen dabei sind sie einfach langweilig. Und hässlich. Ich sage Ihnen, was schlimmer ist: Langweilig sein. Ich akzeptiere jeden Ausflug in die Hässlichkeit, solange er wenigstens interessant ist. Wenn ich lachen kann, ist mir die Ästhetik egal. Aber wenn sich ein Objekt, eine Schriftart, ein Gebäude erdreistet langweilig zu sein und dann auch noch kacke aussieht kann ich das leider nicht respektieren. Da muss ich die Augen verschliessen vor so viel Unsinn. Ich singe mir selbst ein Liedchen vor, als beruhigendes Element muss ich Musik in den Raum bringen, denn was sonst kann man da noch tun? Heftiger Vandalismus ist das Einzige, was helfen könnte, aber ich will ja nicht gleich die Wohnräume meiner Mitmenschen zerstören. Um zurück auf die Sans Serif Schriftarten zu kommen: Sie sind nackt und ich habe schon gehört (möglicherweise in einem Traum), dass dies die nackte Information, die im Text steht, spiegeln soll. Es gibt keine nackte Information, jedes Wissen ist geschwängert und es ist lächerlich so zu tun, als wäre es anders. Diese Schriftarten sind langweilig, hässlich und verlogen. Schlimm! 

Noch schlimmer: Ich weiss nicht wie ich auf Google Docs die automatische Schriftart ändere, es kommt nämlich immer Arial und dann kriege ich schon den ersten Tobsuchtsanfall bevor ich überhaupt übers Schreiben nachdenken kann. Ja, ich verwende Google Docs zum schreiben, ist nämlich gratis und eine Weile lang war ich keine Studentin, sondern nur Barkeeperin und da habe ich keine Gratisversion für Microsoft Word mehr gekriegt. Jetzt bin ich zwar wieder Studentin, habe mich aber schon an Google Docs gewöhnt und irgendwie konnte ich nur die Online Version von Word runterladen, die mir auch mehrheitlich auf die Nerven geht. Erstens Mal weiss ich auch dort nicht wie man die Voreingestellte Schriftart ändert und ich verwende es ausschliesslich um irgendwelche akademischen Arbeiten zu verfassen. Das ist langweilig, hässlich, aber ich gebe mir Mühe sie nicht verlogen zu machen. Ich muss gerade zwei schreiben. Ich glaube die Themen wären eigentlich ganz interessant, als etwa so interessant, dass ich einen Leitartikel darüber lesen würde, hätte ihn jemand anderes geschrieben. Aber für zehn bis vierzehn Seiten, von mir selbst ausgekotzt, reicht mein Interesse durchaus nicht. Ich wünschte es wäre vorbei. Aber ich habe noch nicht mal angefangen und deshalb leide ich mit jedem Tag mehr und warte darauf das ein Wunder geschieht. Vorschläge für Wunder:

Mir wird ein Job angeboten, 4500 Einstiegslohn, mit kurz- und mittelfristigen Aufstiegschancen, den ich interessant finde und nur an vier Tagen in der Woche aufkreuzen muss.

Jemand anderes schreibt den Quatsch für mich. 

Meine Professorin und der Postdoktorand schreiben mir eine Mail, in der sie erläutern, dass meine Anwesenheit im Seminar so erfrischend war, dass sie diesen Leistungsnachweis nicht mehr brauchen.

Drücken Sie mir die Daumen!

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