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Of Wolves and Weasels - Day 49 - Such Memories
Hey all! GoodShibe here! So, yesterday I started putting this thing together and WOW did you come out in droves to help! Thank you so much for sharing your ideas and memories. And thank you kindly to the mods for stickying that post! In one day we reached 60% completion on a list of top 100 Memories and Achievements of Dogecoin! That's amazing! So many fantastic memories and accomplishments! Which leads me to share some developments. The title of this endeavor is now - unless someone comes up with something better: Such Memories: The First 100 Days of Dogecoin I'm going to be putting this together as a 100-ish paged commemorative book - for free in PDF, probably with some cost as a fancy, printed book (Sold as close to 'at cost' as I can get it -- slipstream- has recommended selling it at a small profit, with profits going toward charities or Dogecoin Foundation for charities, etc - thoughts?). Artists, if you've got Dogecoin-themed artwork you want to see in this, please, put forward some links to hi-res CMYK copies and I'll do my best to fit it in. Also! Let's find the funniest, best Dogecoin-related memes that we have put together so far and include them as well! :D) We're also going to need a cover. Any artists out there care to try their hand at designing a cover for this? We'll put it to the community to vote for the one they like the most, and we'll include the others in the book somewhere :D) If you're an artist who submits to the project, you'll get full credit and promotion for your site inside the book (probably in a credits section at the back). I also want to hear from the community - think up some interesting stories, maybe what got you into Dogecoin. What your fondest memories of Dogecoin are. These first 100 days have been an exciting rollercoaster of adventure... let's make that we never forget all the fun memories we've had together. If you have personal, fun pictures you'd like to share, fun, personal stories you want to see get into the book, then start working on them now, put them into the comments, keep them on hand!. Here's the list that I have right now - in no particular order: MOMENTS/ACHIEVEMENTS:
ummjackson's first 'joke' on Twitter about Dogecoin being 'the next big thing'
The original bitcointalk Dogecoin forum page
The first Dogecoin paperwallet design
Save Dogemas is put together by the community, to help out victims of the hack. (News articles?)
15 Million doge raised by the community to save dogemas
TOTAL: 100/100 Also: I was thinking we might have a pour-one-out for all the Orphans - a page dedicated to all the blocks we lost along the way... thoughts? What have I missed?! Let me know in the comments! It's 8:29AM EST and we're at 53.95% of DOGEs found. Our Global Hashrate is spiking from ~61 to ~98 Gigahashes per second and our Difficulty is down slightly from ~1024 to ~1014. Lots of fantastic things in store, let's keep this list growing! As always, I appreciate your support! GoodShibe TL;DR: 100/100!!!
[PI] There was a prompt last year for a comedy love triangle with a teenage ghost, and I liked it so much I just kept going. Would you like to have a look?
I started this at the end of last year from this prompt, and then it became like a thing. I've been trying to get to it on Mondays. The second story finishes on kind of a cliff-hanger. Of course you don't have to read that far. But I welcome feedback on any part that you read. (So far, other critiques can be summed up as: less detail, more about characters, good pacing, good clarity). Thanks for looking! The Good Young Five! and the Golems of German Gold The Good Young Five! and the League of Iron Rings TRUE: There is a stretch of the I-4 Highway in Florida known as The Dead Zone. It allegedly sits upon a grave where four German immigrants were buried in the 19th century. It is rumored to be haunted. It has a high number of accidents each year. And it has a significantly higher percentage of fatalities to accidents than other parts of the highway. CHAPTER 1 The girl with blue eyes was drinking a Coke in the hallway at my middle school, Florida Cedar Middle School, when I bumped into her. "Sorry," I said. "Wait," she said. "What did you say?" "What?" She had started walking backwards right in front of me. She pulled her dark hair over her shoulder, and she squinted at me with her blue eyes. She wasn't wearing a uniform like the rest of us 8th graders, and she didn't have a backpack either. But she looked about my age, fourteen years old, or maybe thirteen. She moved her face up close to mine, like she was checking me for something. "You can see me?" she said. She was slowing me down. There were still about five minutes left, but Wednesday Art was my only class with Brigidde Smarton all week. And I was going to ask Brigidde to the 8th Grade Dance. I wanted to get there early, so I could save a seat for Brigidde, because my dad had told me that high-school was like real-estate: Location, Location, Location. I figured that if we sat together she would have to say yes. But my heart was bumping, because it was Now or Never (as my dad also said). The Dance was in two weeks. And I wasn't really listening to the girl with blue eyes, who wore a long-sleeve white shirt with a dog stitched by the collar, because I was thinking about Brigidde. I felt kind of sick. I was trying to rehearse what to say. "This is my classroom," I told the girl with blue eyes so she would leave. "Art Class, Room 202." She looked behind her. "You said that to me, right?" she said. "What?" I went in, but she followed me. I think it's the job of an Art Teacher to be both weird and oblivious. So, Mr Ease didn't even say anything when this girl walked in behind me. She had never been in our classroom before, and she had a can of Coke which wasn't allowed, but Mr Ease just looked up and nodded. Then, he went back to cutting some clay on his desk with a scalpel. "Why are you ignoring me?" the girl asked when I sat down. I took out my sketch-book and my pencils. I started drawing, but she got in the desk beside me. "Are you going to stay here?" I asked her. "I'm sorry I'm being rude, but I'm just really nervous right now and - " "You ARE talking to me!" she jumped up again. "I knew it! But wait, does that mean like... you're the same as me?" "What?" "I mean like... what are you?" "Don't you have a class to go to?" I asked her. And then Brigidde walked in. Brigidde walked in with her green eyes like shallow seas in the sun. She had freckles, and her hair was red like fire and sunrise. Brigidde was forced to wear the school-uniform, like the rest of us, even though she should be robed in only moonlight and flowers. I felt a lump in my throat. "Hey, Toe," said Brigidde. "Hey," I said. "Oh my God," said the girl with the Coke. "Are you talking to her, too?" "What?" I said. "What?" said Brigidde. "Sorry I wasn't talking to you," I said. "Okay," said Brigidde. "You weren't?" said the girl with the Coke. Then I looked up, and Mr Ease was standing over me. He was staring at my sketch-book on my desk, where I was drawing to try to control my nerves. He had brown eyes, and he was watching me closely, with his weird thin scarf wrapped around him like he was in the desert, or like he was trying not to breathe on me. The other students were coming in, and Mr Ease held up his hands to make them stay quiet, while he looked down at me. "That's right, Antony," he said to me. "That's what Art is. It's all the voices. You have to hear all the voices, and you just don't stop, because it's Art. IT'S ART! It's no weasel shrinking from the vast and empty, but it IS. IT IS! Don't let me stop you, Toe. You're in it! Keep going, keep feeling it!" "What?" I asked. "Wait, he's talking to you, too!" said the girl with the Coke. But, suddenly, I could feel everyone. Everyone in the class was crowding around my desk, where I was drawing. I could feel their body heat. My left hand was shaking under the desk, even while I was sketching with my right hand, because it was Now or Never. But I couldn't talk to Brigidde with everyone watching me. I couldn't ask her to the Dance with Mr Ease standing over me like a crazy uncle. I wanted to talk to Brigidde alone. I was going to say: People think this whole Dance thing is over-rated, but it's cool, too, right? And she was going to say: Yeah, I actually think so. Then our hands would just sort of come together, like it was meant to be. But then I realized I was drawing Brigidde! And everyone was watching. It was too late, because 40 minutes had gone by - like that! - and I was already finished with the drawing. I was putting the final touches on it while everyone hovered around me. Now, they would all see Brigidde on my paper. Even from the gray of my pencil, they would know it was her green eyes like seas and her red hair like fire. They would know how I felt! "Oh, it's beautiful," said Brigidde. "Who is it?" "What?" I said. "May I?" said Mr Ease. He leaned forward and drew up my sketch-book. Like a proud mother, he turned it around to show the class - but the girl in my picture had dark hair, but with eyes that somehow seemed blue in spite of the pencil's gray. "You're a psycho!" said the girl with the Coke. "Is that how it happened? Is that like - wait, are you a stalker or something and you killed me? And now I'm supposed to - " "I don't even know you!" I shouted. "Get away! I didn't draw you! I drew Brigidde! But you changed it and it's ugly! You ruined it!" My nerves had snapped, and I was on my feet now, shouting, in front of everyone. The girl with blue eyes started crying. Everyone was looking at me. Then, the girl with blue eyes turned and ran, with her dark hair streaking behind her like a shimmer on the water at night. The classroom's blue metal door opened as she went out, and everyone looked at the door when it swung closed again. The bell rang. "Thanks Mr Ease," the whole class said and they left. I sat down again, alone, in the Art Classroom. I ran a hand through my short rough hair. I pulled my sketch-book to myself slowly, because it wasn't even Now or Never anymore, it was Too Late. Mr Ease was back at his desk, chiseling at his little clay doll. The next class was already coming in, in their lumpy white shirts and maroon uniforms. "That's the kid who my sister said just totally flipped out today," one of them was saying. "She said the door just opened by itself after he shouted." "But she said the picture was amazing, right?" said another. "I'd love to see it." I got up and walked out. The whole day was like a hazy dream after that. In Biology and History, I sat in the back and drew in my sketch-book. I sketched through Applied Science, too. And, even after school, I sat in the courtyard and sketched while everyone went home. The school turned eerily quiet, like something that had just died. The teachers stayed in their classrooms, making occasional noises like ghosts. Then, they left, too. I was alone, still sketching in the courtyard, while the sky softened as evening fell. Then, the low sun suddenly flashed on a dome on top the school. It was like light in a blade, and I flinched - and a cold hand grabbed my neck. I turned around, and there was a haggard gray face staring at me. "It's Art!" said Mr Ease. He smelled like the homemade rum that my uncle and grandfather made from the sugarcane on their farm. "It's art and it knows that I killed her!" said Mr Ease. "I killed her and she came in through the door, and she was there on the picture to get me! To get me! Because it's art and it's alive and it knows!" "Knows what?" "Good heavens!" Mrs Sippi appeared. "Let's get you home, Mr Ease. What are you doing?" Mrs Sippi took Mr Ease back to his classroom. She had sharp blue eyes and silvered hair that was done up in a bun above her glasses, and she was always kind. But today she seemed brisk, like she was hiding Mr Ease from me. She told me to leave while she called him a taxi. I walked home under the green June trees. I was still wearing the blue blazer and tie of my school uniform, but there was grass pollen in the air - it made my eyes water like I was about to cry. Or maybe I secretly wanted to cry, because I was ashamed. I had missed my chance to ask Brigidde to the 8th Grade Dance. But then, when my front door opened, Brigidde was standing there, like the luckiest break of all time. "Hey, Big Toe!" my dad said. "We've got the new neighbors here for dinner, but I think you already know one of them." It was like a dream when he pulled me in and closed the door. He had his hand on my head, scruffing me, and I didn't even care that he still treated me like I was eight years old, because Brigidde was there. I had another chance! She was with a man and a woman, and suddenly I understood. She had been talking about moving for months. The house next door had a For Sale sign that went up and was taken down again. It was them. This tall man, with the gray vest and reading glasses in his pocket, was Brigidde's father; and this friendly round woman with the curly red hair was Brigidde's mother. These were my neighbors. Brigidde was going to be right here next to me. "Location, location, location, am I right, Big Toe?" my dad asked. "Why don't you head back and wash up for dinner." "Oh, and Brigidde told us you were amazing in Art today," said my mother. "Bring us out your picture. It was a girl, right? And get your brother, too." "Breda always talks about you," said the woman with the curly red hair. Breda. That was Brigidde's nickname at home, she had told home. She said it was Celtic for healing, and, when I had heard that, I imagined her clothed in a glowing wind on the Scottish moorlands. I had drawn her like that. But I always changed her just a little, so that no one (like my brother) would know if they got hold of my sketch-book. I always changed her, I realized, and since I rarely used color-pencils, there was no way to know the hair-color and eye-color. "That's impossible!" I said to myself, and I suddenly ran back to my room to check my sketches. It wasn't just today's picture - I had drawn the girl with the Coke in all my sketches. She was everywhere. I flipped through my smudged pages, but every time I had tried to draw Brigidde, I could see that she actually had darker hair and blue-ish eyes. Every picture was the girl from school today. It made my skin prickle to see her all through my sketch-book, and I turned around to throw my backpack into my closet. But, when I opened the door, the girl with the Coke was inside. "Jeez!" I jumped backwards and fell against my dresser. I had hit my bed, too, and my pillow and a sweater fell on my head. By the time I had pulled them off, my brother was in the room. He was my twin. He looked just like me, with brown eyes like aster honey, but his black hair was cut short because he was a swimmer. "Someone called for me?" he asked. "Christophe, shhh," I said quietly. "Someone's in that closet. Open the door and stay calm. Maybe she has a weapon." "What?" He turned and threw open my closet and screamed. "Oh God! It's got me! It's eating my face! Oh God! What is this thing? Oh God!" The closet was empty, and my brother fell back onto my bed laughing. I hung up my blazer and tie, and I rolled up my sleeves while my brother grabbed my sketch-book. He was flipping through the pages. "Where's the one from today, Toe?" he asked. "It's the last one. Bring it with you. And you should have been out there already helping get dinner." "I was out there helping. I just came back to make sure my Bitcoin miner was running. Getting that cryptographic loot, son. You know I just made a hundred dollars and lost it again in a week." "Way to go." "The new neighbor thought it was cool. I told her and she kept asking me questions. She's fun to talk to. We're going to the 8th Grade Dance together." "What?" I had walked past him to the bathroom in the hallway, where I was washing my hands. But, now, I stepped out. I was just standing there, unmoving, with my hands still wet while my brother shrugged. "I asked her and she said Yes," he told me. "No biggie." "Oh." "Man, you should just see your face right now! Of course I didn't ask her!" He pushed me back into the bathroom and ran down the hallway into the living room. He slid on his socks. He was only 20 minutes younger than me, but he always acted like he was nine years old. I heard him ask our dinner guests to look at the amazing picture that he drew in his spare time today. He said it was more precious to him than any amount of money, but, if someone was interested, he would start the bidding at five dollars. My mother told him to sit down. Then, she cleared her throat like I should be at the table by then. I dried my hands and walked down the hall. My mother held up the picture from Art Class when I joined everyone at the table. "Tell us about it," she said. "Just a girl." "He keeps her in his closet," my brother Christophe said. My father laughed as he passed me the potatoes. "She shounds kind of shelf-ish," my Dad did a Scottish accent. "But has she been in his drawers?" my brother said. My mother's face colored. She was blushing, and - because her curly black hair was pulled back behind her earrings in a thin elegant hair-band - we could see her ears coloring, too. She looked at my father, and he looked sternly Christophe. "Dinner talk, Little Toe," my father said to my brother. "I'm shorry." "He was amazing, though," said Brigidde. "It was like watching... I don't know. But everyone was watching. A picture like that would have taken me hours. I couldn't even do it anyways. It's hyper-realism, right? That takes forever. But it was just amazing. Who was she, Toe?" "The girl sitting beside me?" I asked. "No, the girl in the picture." "She was sitting beside me." "She's in our class?" "No, she was just there today," I said. "I didn't see her." "She was right beside me when you walked in." "You were alone when I walked in," said Brigidde She had the sketch-book, which everyone had been passing around. She handed it to me across the table - and our fingers touched. She smiled and looked into my eyes. "Wait, I recognize that girl," said Brigidde's mother. She put down her napkin, and she squinted at the picture as I held it up to her. And Brigidde's father, too, seemed to go remarkably still in his chair, like he was watching my face for something. They were nice people. I had met them at a parent-teacher talent-show the year before, when Brigidde recited from the Cathach of St. Columba. I had shown some pictures then. Afterwards, the Smartons had asked me about our Art Teacher, Mr Ease. They wanted to know something about his drawings. And Mr Smarton had kept hooking a finger over his tie to loosen it, like he was having trouble breathing. But I couldn't remember much of that conversation now. "She's a child model on TV, right?" Mrs Smarton wondered. "No, that's not it, but I've seen her somewhere. Anyways, that's just like school! Somebody right there and you don't even notice them. Can you believe Wilbert and I went to the same high-school and never knew each other? We had the same classes, too. It wasn't until we started dating in college that we figured it out. To be young!" "To be young!" my parents raised their glasses. But Mr Smarton sat back and drank his wine - he was still looking at me. "You should walk Brigidde to school tomorrow," he said. "I should?" "Yeah, it'd be good for her. This'll give her a chance to get to know the area." Brigidde made this sort of smile - it was like she had bitten into a lemon with only the left side of her mouth. It was beautiful to me, but her father laughed. "Can you be outside tomorrow at seven, Antony?" he asked me. It was very early in the morning while I walked with Brigidde to school. There was a lake on the way, and the sky was pale above it, with a crescent moon shining on the water. We stopped. It was a Second Chance. It was Destiny. I was just about to ask Brigidde to the 8th Grade Dance, when she said she was cold. She stepped close to me, and we kissed for a long time. "Brigidde," I finally said. "Who?" The girl with the Coke was in my room, and I jumped up in my bed. I had been dreaming. It was 3:00 am. I pressed my back against the wall, while the girl with dark hair and blue eyes watched me from where she was sitting at my desk. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I don't know," she said. She looked at the floor. I leaned quickly to the side of my bed and got my old baseball bat. "You're going to hit me?" she asked. "Isn't it enough that you already killed me?" "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about your sketch-book, Antony McStalkerton." "What? Were you in the closet earlier? Did you steal my sketch-book? How long have you been here?" "Yes. No. And long, but not long," she said. "I was mostly in your brother's room - oh my God, he's such a hunk." I put down the baseball bat. She was still wearing her jeans and her white shirt with the dog stitched at the collar-bone, like I had drawn her in my picture. She was still drinking her Coke. "He's my twin," I said. "He looks the same as me." "In your dreams," she said. "We literally have the exact same DNA. He is exactly the same as me." "Yeah, but he has that haircut," she said, "and that body. What is he?" "He's a swimmer." "Oh my God, I love swimmers," she said. "Yeah right. Name one other swimmer in the world." "Michael Phelps," she said. "Name another one," I said. "Your brother." "You're an idiot." There was a noise from the wall behind her. She got up and moved sideways to my open door, and I picked up my baseball bat again. But it was only my brother. He came out into the hallway. He was wearing his boxer shorts, and his short black hair was matted at one side of his head. He stood there, sleepwalking. It used to freak me out when he did that, but now I usually just waited for him to go back to bed. The girl with blue eyes got up and went into the hallway, too, beside my brother. She started jumping and throwing her arms out to the side. It looked like a kind of dancing. "Whatchu gonna do if I do THIS!" she shouted. "Whatchu gonna do if I do THIS!" She started thrusting her hips around. "Stop!" I whispered. "What are you doing? Shh! You'll wake my parents." "Whatchu gonna do if I do THIS!" she shouted. "Uh," my brother groaned. The girl with blue eyes was right in front of him, but he stumbled past her, as if she weren't there. He went back into his bedroom. I heard him fall on his bed, and the girl with blue eyes stopped dancing. She sighed. She came back to where she had been sitting at my desk. "I just don't think you're a murderer," she said as she sat down. "But you're also the only person who sees me, so there has to be a connection." "Who sees you?" "Come on!" she said. "Haven't you been paying attention today? I'm not wearing the school uniform! Nobody sees me. Not your friend in class, not even your brother." "He's a heavy sleeper." "A heavy sleeper?" She walked out of the room again. Then, I heard her in my brother's room, screaming at the top of her lungs - it sounded like a cat was has having its fur pulled out. It went on and on, for a good four or five minutes. Then, the girl with blue eyes walked back into my room again, where she dusted off her hands like she had just finished some hard work. Her can of Coke was balanced on top of her head. She took it down and drank. "You see?" she asked. "You're trying to tell me you're a - " There was a scratching in the wall again. This time the girl with the Coke jumped. "What was that?" she asked. "My brother." "No that came from the window," she said. I leaned forward to pull back the curtains. "No, stop!" she said. "Stop! Stop! What if you open it, and it's like a face or a monster or something. I'm scared of ghosts." She got up on the bed with me and grabbed my arm. Maybe I was still half-asleep. But I looked at her and shook my head. I threw the curtains back. The girl with the Coke screamed and lightning flashed, and a face appeared in my window - it had eyes that were green like seas and hair that was red like fire. Brigidde crawled in and sat with me on the floor. We pulled the blanket down around our shoulders and leaned close to each other. She had a book of ancient writing. "I'm really glad you're awake, Toe," she said. "I want to show you something." "She's always reading," said the girl with the Coke, who was sitting at my desk again. "You know her?" I asked her. "Who?" said Brigidde. "I've been sleeping at her house," said the girl with the Coke. "She's been sleeping at your house?" I asked Brigidde. "Who?" said Brigidde. "She can't see me, you idiot," said the girl with the Coke. "Just be quiet," I said. "What?" said Brigidde. "Not you." Brigidde looked around the room. She looked right at the girl with the Coke, who started flipping her hair and whispering - it looked like she was going to do that awful dance again ("Whatchu gonna do if I do THIS!"). But then, Brigidde just shrugged and opened the book. Brigidde's fingers went across the strange writing, and she pronounced something I didn't understand. Then, she pointed at a sketch. It looked like a squat clay man, with short legs and huge arms and a body like a box. The clay man had strange letters on his forehead. Brigidde leaned close to me so I could see the picture better, and I smelled her hair. We were sitting right next to each other on the floor. She looked up into my eyes and my brain went soft. "Did you see what Mr Ease was doing on his desk today?" Brigidde asked me. She took out a printed picture. It was an image of Mr Ease's desk, with the clay that he had been carving with his scalpel. He was making a figure that looked exactly like the figure in the book. "My friend took this picture with her phone today," said Brigidde, "and she emailed it to me so I could print it. It's a golem. Mr Ease is making a golem! They come from Germany and Prague, and they can come to life!" "It was almost Too Late," I said. "What? They come alive! They protect you from evil - but then they become evil themselves, sometimes. And they can communicate with the dead." "They communicate with the dead," said the girl with Coke. "Maybe HE knows something!" "Quiet!" I told her. "What?" said Brigidde. "People think this whole 8th Grade Dance thing is over-rated," I said to Brigidde, "but it's cool in a way, right?" Brigidde looked at me and her lower jaw fell open. Her lightly-freckled face went blank. Her green eyes went clear and far away, like she was looking past me into the distance. And I felt something cold go into my heart. I wished my Dad would have said Timing, Timing, Timing, because that would have been better. I had screwed up again. Suddenly, I couldn't move because it was like the air was made of needles. Brigidde stood up and pulled the cover off her shoulder, and she turned to the window, which I had left open. "I have to go," she said. "No wait," I said. "I'm sorry, Brigidde. I - " She was already outside. "Good night, Antony!" she said. She took off running. There was a soft drizzle of rain starting, and she disappeared at the pine tree between our yards, going around to her back porch. I heard her sliding glass door close in the distance. I slumped on my bed. "Oh my God, that was so awkward," said the girl with the Coke. "Please, be quiet." I pushed my face into my pillow. "Did you really mean what you said... about your picture today?" the girl with blue eyes asked me. "Huh?" I said into my pillow. "Today, earlier... you said I... your picture was ugly." I turned around on my bed. I pulled up my blanket, which was halfway off the mattress onto the floor, where Brigidde had dropped it. The girl with the Coke was still sitting at my desk, but she was only using half the chair. She was leaned forward over her knees. She had put down her cold soda-can between my cup of pencils and my stacks of American and manga comic-books. She was touching her lips with her finger-tips. "What's your name?" I asked her. I sat up and closed the window. "I don't know," she said. "You don't know?" "I don't remember." "You know Michael Phelps," I said. "But you don't know your name?" She shrugged. "Well listen, Blue-Eyes," I said. "I think you're very pretty. It's just I had a lot on my mind today, and I was being an idiot. It had nothing to do with you." "Was it her?'" She looked at the window. "Yes," I said. "It was her." She nodded to herself. She stood up and crossed her arms, and then she pulled her shimmery dark hair to one side, so that it covered the dog that was stitched on her shirt. She was looking at the floor. She was wearing blue socks with white stars on them. She had her weight on one foot, with the other foot on top of it, like she was trying not to take up too much space while she waited for something. "Blue-Eyes," she said. "I like that. You can call me that, if you want." "Okay." "And I'll make you a deal," she said. "If you'll help me figure out whatever I'm supposed to be doing, and why I'm here, then I'll help you get that that girl with the book to fall in love with you." "It's all so easy." "Maybe it is. We can start tomorrow." "But we'll never see each other again." "What?" "Nothing," I told her. "I just said I was tired. I'm sleepy. But it's a deal." "It's a deal?" "Sure," I said. She smiled, and a softness went through her, like she had taken off something heavy. "Thanks," she said. "Well... good-night, Antony McStalkerton." "Good night, Diana Blue-Eyes." "Who?" "Good night." I turned and faced my wall and yawned. The next thing I remembered I was waking up again, with my alarm clock going off. END CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2
First Post: (You are here.) Part Two: Filesystems and Data Protection Part Three: Networking and Security (Pending) So, I've got my Pi (Model B, 512 RAM) sitting in my homemade LEGO case with detachable 5 watt fan. Power supply is a solid 2.1 amp outlet-to-USB adapter. My SD is a Sandisk micro SDHC in an adapter; 16 gigabytes. The NOOBS installer works fine. All of the ported distros work fine. I bought both codecs. I have a 32 GB USB stick, a WIFI adapter, and everything is working perfectly. Everything runs off the one 5 volt, 2 amp adapter in the wall. No powered hubs, no stack of boxes next to it, nothing. It's a clean and compact setup. So what's the problem? Well... The project that I had in mind when I bought the thing was a simple one. I wanted (and want) to use the Pi to make a modest podcast downloader and NAS/samba server. I've gotten both working. All is well. So, what's the problem if the project is already done? Storage space. I checked my main computer's drive, and discovered that I have well over 100 GB of nothing but podcasts. Music is another 40 or so. Television shows and movies are about 50 GB. Artwork is about 70 GB. Other documents and images aren't that much. Remember my 32 GB flash drive? Don't even ask me how big my entire Humble Bundle collection would be, or Steam games and backups. Yeah... that's not going to work. So my options are to either get an external drive that (A) won't suck all the power and kill my Pi, (B) is reliable to both stay on 24/7 and keep my data safe for years, and (C) doesn't cost a billion dollars; -OR- I can find another project for my Raspberry Pi. I've looked into USB SSDs, but they're very pricy, don't have much storage space, and all full size external drives seem to require more power than the Pi would put out. They make 128 gigabyte flash drives, but those tend to be very expensive and are generally reviewed as failing often. If anyone has experience running an external USB SSD on their Pi without a powered hub, let me know. I'll get a hub if I need one, but I really do not want to. So below is an improvised list of the ideas I've had, and why I haven't done them. I'm hoping that if, at the very least I don't get any good suggestions from you fine folks, that you will get a few good ideas from me. If anyone wants me to re-write this list into an organized and more complete format, then just ask. Maybe we could make a giant list of project ideas. Anyway, I tossed around some projects in my head: (edited for readability)
So I thought about an emulation station. But, no. I already have an ollllld PSP (phat 1001) that I can lay in bed with and play all my old games on.
I thought about a wireless speaker for my computer, or a random Internet radio box. Neither of those are very useful to me though. I have this thing called a MP3 player with FM radio, plus a slow Internet connection.
Then I thought I could make a media center with OpenELEC, but since I don't have any networked media storage, and can watch everything I want from my computer, that's not very useful either.
Next on the list could be an IRC server, but I've no one to chat with on my network, and random strangers getting past my router and firewall is less than comfortable to me.
How about a Minecraft server! Offload some of the work to my Pi and enjoy a slightly better framerate on my main machine! Plus it's always on, so it's like the world is real in a sense. But the FPS boost wouldn't be that great, the chunks would load slower, and I don't play much Minecraft anymore anyway.
An automatic backup server? Again, no large storage for the Pi.
A general downloader? So no room for my music, no podcasts, no games (all legal). What exactly would I be downloading? Say I'm on my main computer, go to gutenberg.org, see a book I want to read, copy the URL, SSH into my Pi and 'wget' it. Then I use samba to connect my main machine to my Pi so I can re-download the book that I downloaded? Even if it was all automatic, what's the point when I ultimately want the copy on my main machine, have no reason to share the books across my home network, and don't need tons of disk space to store it?
A dedicated firewall box? That's an interesting idea, but I'm afraid I don't know much about how that would work, am in another room as the modem, and I already have a DD-WRT router taking care of things.
A dedicated social media thingy? I don't use any social media. I suppose reddit might count, but no chat programs, no G+ or facebook, no Twitter or StumbleUpon.
A feed aggregator? Most of my RSS feeds are web comics that would be better suited to viewing on my main machine. Besides, it really doesn't take that long to update them.
An educational platform? Learn python perhaps? My geek cred would go through the roof, certainly, but if I may quote... "Ain't nobody got time for that!". Anyway, my computer would serve equally well, I'd think.
Home automation? I live in a small apartment and have no knowledge of wiring, much less of complex electronics and custom coding. This should be a fun, cheap, and a small project for me, not a DIY renovation 'just because'.
Build a robot? See above.
Groovy homemade alarm clock? Now that's a great 'Plan C' for me. Simple, fun, and unless the power goes out, reliable. One power outage and my Pi's clock gets reset; not a great alarm clock. I suppose I could set a script to sync the time via NTP, but that assumes the modem and wireless router are both working and connected to the Internet after the power cuts back on.
Security cam? Cool, but I don't need anything like that.
Boodler box? This could be really nice to fall asleep to. I hear that the Boodler software makes very good artificial ambient sounds. But that seems like a waste of a perfectly good Pi, to only use it for an hour each day, if that. I know it could do other things during the daytime, but what? Finding something useful for it is the whole point here.
A text-to-speech book reader? My Kindle does that quite nicely, and is easier to carry around.
Some sort of tricky pseudo-URL setup that redirects traffic for example.com to a server on the Pi? Another interesting idea, but I have no use for that sort of thing. Who am I going to practical joke on my network? Me? Now, I suppose there's an application for extreme security. You set the outgoing URLs and IP addresses that you will allow on your network, and everything else gets sent to a black hole. It would make it hard for malware on any device on your network to call home, or even for a hacker to get feedback from your machines. But it would be a pain in the ass for normal household Internet usage.
Similarly, a Tor router or personal email server? No need.
Anything mobile or battery powered? No mobile applications needed or wanted; no batteries required.
A SMS forwarder? My phone doesn't get decent Internet connections, or have an email application, or a sane data plan, so getting emails or chat logs via SMS would be cool. But again, I do no chatting, and emails over SMS would be painful come bill day.
A personal web server? Don't want one.
An OwnCloud equivalent of Firefox's sync? Basically I would copy my Firefox profile to the Pi, set it in a samba share, and have all of my machines softlink to it. A very cool idea, but kind of flawed. There wouldn't be any protection from multiple computers writing to the profile at the same time. Also, I only have one computer. Well, I have a laptop, but that's a separated thing.
Maybe an index? It wouldn't actually hold any files, but it could keep an automatic inventory of what music, movies, and games I have. Neat, but not very useful.
A key? I configure my main machine to check the local network for any computer named "raspi" or something, and make it automatically shut down if there isn't one? I'm not that tin-foily yet. It also assumes that wifi works on all devices involved. If a storm fries the router, then my main machine is locked down until I get a new router and set it up...without a computer.
A purely essentials backup? Nothing but my important documents, browser profiles, and the like? What, is my Pi reduced to a glorified USB stick now? Use it once every two months and have it gather dust the rest of the time?
A local network VOIP? Our phones have built-in intercom functions.
A Internet-connected VOIP system? Now that would be interesting. I have no one techie enough to be able to call me on it though.
Bitcoin miner? Surely you jest.
A Tripwire log storage thing? An intrusion detection module for the entire network? I'm not knowledgeable enough to set that up properly. Nor would I know what to do if I caught a malicious hacker. If I was and did, I still don't really have a need for it.
An entropy generator? Use things like a USB microphone, network traffic, the GPU traffic, etc., to make random numbers that are extremely hard to predict. Cool, but I don't need that sort of thing.
Voice automation. There's nothing I want to automate vocally. Plus, even commercial voice automation systems aren't that good. I certainly don't want to use Google's service for my always on, personal, home usage.
A virtual pet? No monitor and keyboard, just some sort of critter 'lives' on my Pi, and I talk to it with a USB microphone and stuff? That sounds like a fun idea, but it would probably get stale really quickly. Besides, I know of no software that would do that. I could see a market in the future where small devices run pet AIs that people can interact with. Maybe I could make that happen and be a gazillionare. Maybe you could make that happen and just send me a nice check for giving you the idea. Seriously though. That sounds like a cool concept, but I know even less of programing, electronics, and AI theory, than I of quantum horse breeding.
Wardriv... Um, Warsitting? Log things like wifi spots, encryption schemes used, signal strength and clarity, etc.. I could even sniff signals to figure out people's encryption keys. Why would I want to do any of that though?
Give CPU cycles to some project like protein folding research? The Pi wouldn't be very valuable for that, I don't think. Also, my slow Internet connection.
Learn electrical engineering and play with the GPIO? Make something with LEDs? That's something I would enjoy doing, but I don't have the money or time to mess with that right now. Call this "Plan H".
Have a sensitive information (bank, email, online shopping) machine that I don't need to worry about? Another very good idea. Boring, but good. I'd rather find something fun to work on first though.
A guest computer? That wouldn't be very fun for me. I'd set it up once, then store it away until someone comes over to play on the Internet? That's boring.
A seeding torrent box for Linux ISOs? Good, geeky, and kind of fun. The problem is that I have 30 KB (max) upload, and AT&T as my ISP.
Anything? A porn machine? While tempting, and probably a good idea for separating work and play... I'm fine, thanks. Besides: "Hey, neat little box. Is that a computer? What does it do?" Yeah...
So, as you can see, I'm having trouble coming up with a fun project to do. I'm not just getting a Pi without any idea and begging for an instruction book. I had a goal and even got it set up. I just kind of forgot to check how much storage I needed. So, if anyone has any ideas of things to do with a single Raspberry Pi, please share. I'm at a loss. I'm just been goofing around and trying out different operating systems on it. I'd hate for this thing to go to waste.
Well, I finally just bit the bullet and got an external HDD for my Pi. I figured that I needed to get one anyway, since I'm running out of room on my main machine. So I might as well put my hundreds of gigs of audio on the Pi's drive once it arrives. Then I'll be able to go with my original idea of a podcast/music/video/torrent downloader. (Again, all legal stuff.) For those interested, I ordered a Western Digital 1 TB NAS drive and a StarTech.com drive enclosure with a built-in fan. I already have one of those enclosures, and it works great. The fan helps keep the drive cool, and it comes with its own power adapter. Hopefully, that paired with a NAS drive designed for 24/7 operation should offer some reliable performance and a long drive life. If anyone's interested, the enclosure I already have houses my Linux drive for my main computer. Linux being my main OS means that this drive is on for hours and hours at a time, and being written to and read from constantly. Besides a slight speed reduction due to my having USB 2 ports, I haven't had any problems running my main OS off an external HDD. That's why I ordered another one for my Pi. I just hope that the HDD I bought will work as well as the case does.
Once you have made my mango body butter recipe below, I think you will have trouble making anything else….This mango body butter melts right away on contact with your skin, leaving it silky smooth and not greasy. Mango butter is a powerful and natural ingredient in body butter recipes and perfect for dry or sunburned skins. It moisturizes and nourishes the skin almost instantly and is frequently used with or as a substitute for cocoa and shea butter. I’m sorry to disappoint you but mango butter does not smell like mangos! The reason is that the mango comes from the seed of the fruit and not the flesh of the fruit. It does have a sweet smell though! I’ve added some Roman chamomile essential oil so it gives a playful, citrusy and sweet smell to this organic mango butter recipe. https://preview.redd.it/rrzezuc9z1011.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8e9c3b1999c216ef46e5f108aa460b8a1df4ad83 Scientifically known as Mangifera Indica, mango butter comes from the tropical mango tree and is cold-pressed from the seeds of the mango fruit. Although you can find this fruit throughout Africa, the Caribbean, Indonesia and the Americas, it is native to India. it hardens at room temperature but will soften when you put it on your skin. It leaves a silky feeling and very smooth touch! What I like about mango butter is that in comparison to other popular body butters, mango butter is firm, yet soft and creamy. Its smooth, light and non-greasy texture makes it easy to apply to the skin. BENEFITS OF MANGO BODY BUTTER Treats and moisturizes dry, ashy, sensitive and rough skin Minimizes the appearance of stretch marks and scars Reduces fine lines and wrinkles Soothes sun damaged skin It is a natural source of vitamins A, C and E Protects against UV rays great to use in handmade soaps for moisture and lather HOW TO CHOOSE THE BEST QUALITY MANGO BUTTER? Ideally, you want to make sure it is certified organic by USDA or Ecocert like this mango body butter here. Choose the raw unrefined version of mango butter as it will contain more vitamins and minerals. The trouble is that sometimes unrefined mango butter can bring some grainy texture to your body butter so if this is the case opt for a refined organic mango butter. The way it is extracted also has an incidence on the quality. The fat is usually extracted by hydraulic pressure or by solvent extraction. Ask the manufacturer how the mango butter is extracted and avoid the solvent extraction as it can have some chemical residue. ORGANIC MANGO BUTTER VS NON-ORGANIC MANGO BUTTER Compared to non-organic mango butter, organic mango butter is non-toxic and free from pesticides and fertilizers. Prefer the fair trade organic mango butter so ensure the community making the mango butter receive “fair” wages and well compensated for their work. OTHER INGREDIENTS I USED IN MY ORGANIC MANGO BODY BUTTER RECIPE Shea butter: Shea butter comes from the fat pulled out from the nut of African Shea tree. It is rich in vitamins E, A and F – providing the skin with essential nutrients. Some of its many benefits include reducing skin inflammation, moisturizing and strengthening the skin, and reducing the signs of wrinkles. Arrowroot powder: Arrowroot powder helps reduce redness and combats wrinkles. It is a great addition to body butter recipes because it moisturizes the skin without feeling greasy. Safflower oil: Made from safflower seeds, safflower oil contains linoleic acid and vitamin E. It has been shown to improve skin texture and reduce the signs of aging. This homemade mango body butter recipe is definitely cost-effective. All you have to do is purchase your ingredients; once you do you will have enough to make a large amount – definitely more than what comes in a jar at your local store. 1 pound of store-bought mango butter will cost approximately $13.00 while 3.5 pounds may cost around $37.00. MANGO BODY BUTTER RECIPE STEP BY STEP Ingredients 12 tbs of organic unrefined mango butter 2 tbs of organic refined shea butter 6 tbs of organic safflower oil 1 teaspoon of arrowroot powder (optional) 15 drops of roman chamomile essential oil 3 drops of bergamot (teraphene free) essential oil 10 drops of patchouli essential oil Glass Salve Containers– You can also find glass cream containers on amazon.com and amazon.ca Instructions Put the shea and mango butter in a glass or metal bowl inside a pan filled with water on low heat so they starts melting slowly. Once melted add the safflower oil and mix well. Put the bowl the freezer for 5 to 10 minutes, depending on the temperature of your freezer. You want the mixture to not be completely frozen but thick enough so it is not liquid. If its a soft paste then its ready to whip! Then take it out of the freezer and start whipping with an electric whip on low speed. Add the arrowroot powder if desired. This is optional but will help have a light feeling and texture on the skin. Make sure you wear an apron and that the bowl is deep enough so the butter does not start flying around everywhere in the kitchen! Begin whipping your mixture on low speed until it becomes fluffy. Once the mixture is fluffy, increase the speed to medium until it becomes whipped to the desired stage. Add essential oils if desired at the end and whip for 1 min or less. Your butter will have a very fluffy and light consistency, like a nice whipped cream! Step 1 – Melt butter and oil together in a double boiler Mango Body Butter Recipe Step 2 – Once melted – put it in the freezer for 10 – 15 min until it has this consistency as in the photo below Step 3 – Start whipping with an electric whip. Then add the arrowroot and essential oils. Step 4 – Continue whipping until its white and fluffly like in the photo below! Source
Here are the first two organic soap recipes for you to try out, I will add more as I make them. The homemade mustard seed soap simply leaves you feeling fresh and will revive your senses. Additionally, it features antiseptic as well as deodorizing benefits, and the mustard seeds help exfoliate and smooth rough edges. The homemade seaweed soap is incredibly purifying, it’s packed with nutrients and will help to stimulate blood circulation. https://preview.redd.it/jwk5cdhtdoy01.jpg?width=750&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=10eff1a305ef4e70d8ffbfa44cff4f3116eebd97 How To Make Organic Soap With Mustard Seeds homemade organic soap with mustard seeds This soap is also believed to offer you extra energy, so be sure you use it before a hectic day or night out! Ingredients: This recipe will make 6 bars. Links are included to view information on each organic ingredient. 6 1/2 oz (184g) Olive Oil 3 1/4 oz (92g) Sunflower Oil 2 1/2 oz (65g) Palm Oil 2 1/2 oz (65g) Coconut Oil 1 oz (28g) Sweet Almond Oil 1 1/2 oz (40g) Beeswax 8 oz (227g) (230ml) Mineral water 2 1/4 oz (65g) Lye (Sodium Hydroxide/Caustic Soda) 2 teaspoons (7ml) Lemongrass essential oil 1 teaspoon (5ml) Lime essential oil 1/2 teaspoon (5ml) Rosemary essential oil 2 drops Benzoin essential oil 2 tablespoons Mustard Seeds Specifics To This Recipe Use the Cold Process Method plus the following recipe specific steps: The Cold Process Method In Step 4 – Combine the oils and lye when both temperatures reach 130° f (55c) Photos From This Recipe: Organic Soap Recipe with Mustard Seeds The Organic Soap Recipe with Seaweed This organic soap recipe carries a wonderful sea aroma. Seaweed is incredibly purifying, it’s packed with nutrients and will help to stimulate blood circulation. The sage offers anti-fungal and antiseptic qualities that can reduce sweatyness and soothe muscles and joints. homemade soap with seaweed Overall this is first-rate organic soap recipe. It boasts a rich and creamy consistency that will invigorate and uplift you, as well as make you feel relaxed and well-balanced. Ingredients: This is a small batch recipe making around four bars. Again, links are included to view information on each organic ingredient. 8 1/2 oz (240g) Olive Oil 1 1/2 oz (40g) Avocado Oil 2 oz (50g) Coconut Oil 2 oz (50g) Palm Oil 1 oz (30g) Beeswax 6 oz (170g) Mineral water 2 oz (55g) Lye (Sodium Hydroxide/Caustic Soda) 1 1/2 teaspoons (7ml) Grapefruit essential oil 1 teaspoon (6ml) Orange essential oil 1 1/2 teaspoon (2ml) Petitgrain essential oil 2 tablespoons (1/2 oz)(15g) of Dried Seaweed Specifics To This Recipe Use the Cold Process Method plus the following recipe specific steps: The Cold Process Method In Step 4 – Combine the oils and lye when both temperatures reach 130° f (55c) Photos From This Recipe: natural seaweed soap recipe Did you make your own soap using seaweed? What other ingredients did you use? What mixes well with seaweed? Source
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