The Egoist In Me

I'm 45, married, childfree, and I live in Southern California. Foodie, technophile, bibliophile, independent voter, wannabe-deep thinker, amateur gourmet, beer enthusiast, tumblr (re)blogger, and pc gamer. I'm a very sarcastic, cynical, and optimistic person. I work, I go to school, I play computer games, I read, I listen to music. That's my life in a nutshell. Everything else is just decoration.

-We are made of stars. I love the cosmos, therefore I love me.

"I wanted to live in a way unlike everyone else. All the cards are in my hand"

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tumblokami:

Osborne crawled out of bankruptcy, beaten and bloodied, to try one more time to sell a luggable computer. The Osborne Vixen, released in 1984, was yet another CP/M machine with a 4MHz Z80 CPU, and 64KB of RAM. They FINALLY switched to double-sided and double-density 5.25” floppy drives. The 7-inch amberscale monitor showed a full 80x24 character display. And they made it lighter, weighing only 18lbs. It retailed for a paltry $1,298, and you could add a 10MB HDD for $1,498.
Once again, the biggest value of the system was the bundled software. WordStar, SuperCalc, a version of Microsoft BASIC, a graphics program, a floppy converter program with support for “over 200 other computers”, and a game called “Desolation”. However, it was at this time that CP/M was effectively killed off by the competition. People weren’t using 8-bit microcomputers for business anymore, they’ve all moved on to other systems from other companies like IBM.
Osborne struggled to make a new system, an IBM PC compatible version of their Osborne, but they ran out of money while trying to construct prototypes. They went defunct, and sold off everything to a PC clone maker in Finland called Mikrolog Ltd. They now use the Osborne branding to sell desktop computers.


My first

tumblokami:

Osborne crawled out of bankruptcy, beaten and bloodied, to try one more time to sell a luggable computer. The Osborne Vixen, released in 1984, was yet another CP/M machine with a 4MHz Z80 CPU, and 64KB of RAM. They FINALLY switched to double-sided and double-density 5.25” floppy drives. The 7-inch amberscale monitor showed a full 80x24 character display. And they made it lighter, weighing only 18lbs. It retailed for a paltry $1,298, and you could add a 10MB HDD for $1,498.

Once again, the biggest value of the system was the bundled software. WordStar, SuperCalc, a version of Microsoft BASIC, a graphics program, a floppy converter program with support for “over 200 other computers”, and a game called “Desolation”. However, it was at this time that CP/M was effectively killed off by the competition. People weren’t using 8-bit microcomputers for business anymore, they’ve all moved on to other systems from other companies like IBM.

Osborne struggled to make a new system, an IBM PC compatible version of their Osborne, but they ran out of money while trying to construct prototypes. They went defunct, and sold off everything to a PC clone maker in Finland called Mikrolog Ltd. They now use the Osborne branding to sell desktop computers.

My first

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geek-studio:

Limited Edition Bracelets Now Available Online!

You can now get the three limited edition Fan Expo bracelets online at geekstudio.ca. We have the ‘Terrible Fate' bracelet featuring the line from Majora's Mask. 'Prepare for Trouble' so you can show off your Team Rocket pride. And 'Leaf on the Wind' to keep remembering the brave pilot Wash :'(

Get them while they last because once they’re sold out they won’t be back!

love it. just orderd 

thewritersramblings:

To build a city at the bottom of the sea! Insanity. But where else could we be free from the clutching hand of the Parasites? Where else could we build an economy that they would not try to control, a society that they would not try to destroy? It was not impossible to build Rapture at the bottom of the sea.

It was impossible to build it anywhere else

credits [x]

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anartisticanomaly:

phantomcat94:

meefling:

You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me

I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me

I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.

I’m not really comfortable in my own skin, and there’s a lot of people here, and I think they are staring at me, but really they’re probably staring at you, because you are the most beautiful living creature I have ever seen, and as soon as this “conversation” ends I’m going to crawl back into my little hole and rerun this conversation in my mind about a zillion times and think of all the things I wished I had said: the finale to the trilogy* part I

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That shirt would be better if it had Snake’s face screened on it

That shirt would be better if it had Snake’s face screened on it

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books-and-cookies:

When I’m close to finishing a book, I always have to bring another one with me, because what if I finish reading and I have no other book to start???

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Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.

—Haruki Murakami  (via my-name-is-v)

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stereogum:


On paper, nothing Portishead did really made sense. They took the themerins from ’50s horror movies and the twangy guitars from ’60s spy movies, sounds that had been there to help trigger an instinctive adrenal response, and turned them into downbeat hymns. They took the record-scratching from New York rap — Barrow’s timing on the turntables was as close as anyone else came to DJ Premier-level perfection — but drained it of all hardness. They used breakbeats the way jazz bandleaders used brushstroke drums, letting them whisper instead of thwack. Even when the drums were loud, the way they were on “Strangers,” they weren’t there to crush. Gibbons had some chilly Billie Holiday poise in her voice, but she also had the ancestral sadness of a British folksinger like Fairport Convention’s Linda Thompson. Her lyrics were self-pitying wallows of a type that Robert Smith would have to salute; when she wailed “nobody loves me, it’s true” on “Sour Times,” her follow-up — “not like you do” — felt like an afterthought. These were songs about absolute crushing romantic desolation, about wrapping yourself in misery. And yet they somehow became an entire generation’s greatest makeout soundtrack. I don’t know why or how Dummy worked like white-people Jodeci, but it sure as hell did…

Portishead’s debut album Dummy came out 20 years ago today.

stereogum:

On paper, nothing Portishead did really made sense. They took the themerins from ’50s horror movies and the twangy guitars from ’60s spy movies, sounds that had been there to help trigger an instinctive adrenal response, and turned them into downbeat hymns. They took the record-scratching from New York rap — Barrow’s timing on the turntables was as close as anyone else came to DJ Premier-level perfection — but drained it of all hardness. They used breakbeats the way jazz bandleaders used brushstroke drums, letting them whisper instead of thwack. Even when the drums were loud, the way they were on “Strangers,” they weren’t there to crush. Gibbons had some chilly Billie Holiday poise in her voice, but she also had the ancestral sadness of a British folksinger like Fairport Convention’s Linda Thompson. Her lyrics were self-pitying wallows of a type that Robert Smith would have to salute; when she wailed “nobody loves me, it’s true” on “Sour Times,” her follow-up — “not like you do” — felt like an afterthought. These were songs about absolute crushing romantic desolation, about wrapping yourself in misery. And yet they somehow became an entire generation’s greatest makeout soundtrack. I don’t know why or how Dummy worked like white-people Jodeci, but it sure as hell did…

Portishead’s debut album Dummy came out 20 years ago today.

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