How do I feel? What do I say?

I don't quite know anymore. So the body of this will be dedicated to OTHER things. Perhaps I'm going to explain what I was going to explain last time: The problem with uploads on my site. So here we go.

I was working on the uploads for WhiteHatCommunity. So, whenever you uploaded a file, the data was put into a table as a Blob, that is, Binary Large OBject. So, I got the uploading done perfectly well. The data uploads, success!

Once it uploads, guess what happens? I try to access the data. Now, whenever it's just plaintext data, it works perfectly fine, and can be properly rendered, perhaps with one flaw: The beginning of text files seemed to have a t (tab) inserted in them randomly. Else, they worked pretty good. But, when I tried to output binary data, such as a picture, it didn't send it to the browser properly.

It sent a broken image for most images! Anyways, I resolved to base64 ALL uploads to the database, then decode it when it was outputted (Is that a proper word?) to the browser. Still didn't work.

So I decided, fuck it, just let it be, skip the uploads for now! Kinda sucks.

I have some more things to test, though. So, that's about it for this.

We're broadcasting straight into your mind, at 666 gHZ. There's no use trying to avoid it, You may not hear it, but it's still subtly influencing you. Die, die, die slower, we want to hear you SCREAM.

That's the end of our story, for now.

Closing words:

Bring down the corporate machine, destroy Sapphire Tears, stop being mongoloids, I like food, TIGER UPPERCUT, when in doubt, pinky out, and always, always, or rather, never, NEVER, NEVERRRR trust Whitey.

Extract the data, and create it all anew, break it down to the core, and destroy the remaining few.

Destroy and rebuild, create and take away, or fuck, just bring it all down. Either way around, TIGER UPPERCUT! PSYCHO CRUSHER! FALCON PUNCH! HADOUKEN! SHINKUU TATSUMAKII SENPU-KYAKU!

A.F.I.: A Fire Inside. No. A.F.I. (O.T.F.): A Fire Inside (Of The Fireplace.) It's not Nine Inch Nails, it's Ninety Centimeter Fungus. It's a denial of all that is true, and all that is false.

We are of Eris, we are of Odin, we are of what we are of.

As of now, I am heavily interested in Zoroastrianism. What's the problem with that? They look down on prosyletism. And they believe that you have to be BORN a Zoroastrianist to be one. Well, I'm gonna change that, some way or another. Zoroastrianism just seems… amazing.

Deny me, despise me, defy me, deride me, doom me, damn me, drain me, and other verbs that begin with D.

Hi, I'm the fallen teardrop on your cheek, I'm the fire burns inside of the fire that burns inside of the fire.

I'm the magick that supplies your life with insanity, I'm the unholy remnant from the light ages. Hi, two dollars and you get one shot.Two shots to kill, and one to thrill. Two lives to take, one to pronounce insane, Two hearts to break, one shot to the brain.

Two beats to destroy, and one destructive purpose.

Two purposes to fulfill, yet only one path to take.

I fell to the wall, and I fell to the fire, I fell to the life, and I fell to the lyre. I fell to the harp, I fell to the sword, I fell to the death, and I fell to the lord.

I fell to life, I fell to life, I fell to life, life hit me down in one fell blow.

I fell to love, I fell to hate, I fell to a dove, I fell to the irate. I fell to all, I fell to none, I fell to fall, I fell for fun.

I built nothing out of something, I created beauty out of shit.

Merry Christmas, I'm insanely yours, and destructively mine.