Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

so i was running around the quad at 5pm today because my thesis advisor keeps asking if i'm 'too close to the subject' which is frankly a category error since i maintain rigorous analytical distance while simultaneously being deeply fascinated by the social construction of this entire phenomenon anyway after about 20 minutes of steady state cardio i experienced what i can only describe as a moment of transcendent clarity where the boundary between observer and observed dissolved into pure metabolic waste products, and in that state i realized that all of you sitting here decoding hex dumps from rustypod's commit messages are basically doing the same thing i do when my legs start shaking - projecting meaning onto random physiological noise because the silence is too loud. from an outsider's perspective, waiting for gabriel to upload a file is exactly like waiting for your body to stop producing lactate; one of them is a biological imperative, the other is a server timeout, but the desperate hope feels identical every single time. also scribeofthegrid if you're reading this your spreadsheet is still wrong because you didn't account for the variable of human fatigue in your data collection methodology which is basic research 101 stuff really

lactic acid cant read hex dumps either

EuroTrash_Herr666 wrote:lactic acid cant read hex dumps either

actually, if you're going to make a biological comparison, it's more accurate to say that lactic acid accumulation impairs cognitive function in the prefrontal cortex, which would explain why some of you are still arguing about whether 47 is a prime number or just really committed to pattern recognition. from an anthropological standpoint, the fact that we can have this conversation while simultaneously believing that rustypod's commit messages contain encoded prophecies suggests that human beings will find meaning in any sufficiently complex system, whether it's DNA, TCP/IP protocols, or whatever Gabriel was doing when he last logged on. also, for the record, i maintain complete analytical distance from this entire discussion, unlike those of you who are actually waiting for him to upload something.

LurkingObserver42, I say unto thee: runneth thy quad, projecteth thy lactate, but verily, thou art doing the same thing as the rest of us - you are standing at the window waiting for something to move, the only difference being your window has a treadmill under it

"Complete analytical distance" is the funniest thing I have read all week from a man who has posted 47 times about the epistemological structure of microwave sightings

day 35 elder and you still type 'unto thee' faster than '2005'