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  • Truly It’s not my line of work so I’m not going to start randomly recommending products, I don’t think it’s fair to talk out my ass hahaha

    What I can say however, is the reason I was so bold in my assertion previously, was that I personally do a lot of hobbyist electronics, and wiring up temperature sensors is very simple. It’s very much a trivial aspect to basic circuitry, because heat is such an aspect. It’s in your most basic things from coffee pots to hair dryers but even down to smaller electronics, bulbs and projectors, everything really in its own way.

    And then my father was a highly trained meteorologist with the government of Canada for 43 years and then another 10 of consultancy, they scouted him because he was the 100% in all courses math superstar at his university for his year.

    My father taught me a lot about how heat is measured and it’s a huge concern in a way that the average weather watcher doesn’t understand. It’s talked about in Watts per Square Meter. So that could be how much heat a structure may absorb per square meter, or perhaps how much heat is dissipated per second in a certain wind.

    That’s a major and primary concern of anyone in the agriculture industry, think for example a farmer that holds a barn full of cattle, he absolutely needs to know how much heat that building’s going to dissipate so he can plan for heating.

    But it doesn’t end there, it goes into so many different areas where heat is an issue, and weather is the primary driver of heat transfer.

    So I guess in summary, a solution is trivial, I’m not sure if there’s an official product, but we’re not talking rocket science! Edit: I guess in a way it’s pretty cool and it’s pretty complicated, but the thinkings has all been done by people smarter than me I’m just saying it can be put together and lots of people probably do this every day.

    Edit2: I guess also my brother-in-law was a graduate of 4-year electronics program and he ended up working at our local eh price where he designed some forms of heating control systems but to what degree I know not. We talked a bit about some of the egghead stuff so I think in summary it’s doable.


  • You don’t need to go to that level of complication.

    Two sensors in combination, one that detects current heat input one that detects absorbed heat. These modules would be placed about the outer walls.

    Then calculate how much heat is going to radiate into the building the rest of the day.

    And it can compensate.

    We don’t need to be more than a fraction of a degree off and a system like that would be amply accurate.


  • I have to say for me, I know this won’t be everybody, my favorites are going to be the ones that change the way I felt about gaming, not necessarily ones that I would want to play again.

    In fact, I have found that going back to some of the seminal games, or the ones that were most impactful to me, hurt my feelings because they were from a time… Where let’s be real, technical limitations made a lot of very basic quality of life things nearly unavailable.

    I think the 1st that changed the way I felt about gaming was Ultima 4 - they had flushed out the systems of the earlier three, which were pretty primitive, and made morality, all kinds of wonderful internal game systems, relationships, secrets, optional paths, total exploration. 5 and 6 were games that I explored and played molecularly because they were just a joy for me as well.

    Another one I talk about a lot is a game called Squares Deluxe which the developer thankfully changed as freeware a few years ago. So anybody with DOSBox can download it and play it legally, and in my view, it’s the best shape packing game ever made - there are so many amazing mechanics, and if you play Extreme mode and get a great run going, it can be the most thrilling experience!

    How can I forget the very first game I played in arcades which was Atari Warlords at Fiesta Foods! I was bedazzled by the cabinet and I had to have a teenager explain to me what it was! I went flying home and explained what I saw to my mother and she was incredulous, and she took me back to play!

    Runestone Keeper. I know that really if you distill it down, you’re kind of playing a probability-based card / slot machine game. But play your choice is broad, and I love the fact that the entire playfield changes with every move potentially. Yes you can get screwed over, yes you can have amazing runs, but it’s that unpredictability that keeps me salivating. I can’t actually recommend anybody play this outside of steam version because the app one keeps changing - I’ve bought it a few times and I keep losing my license/progress when they change publisher agreements, to hell with that noise!




  • Careful. Most of what “we” are taught is complete horse-shit, or at the very least a severely simplified and perverted version of underlying reality. Many people, even those who work with electricity daily,are going to go cross-eyed hearing this notion. It requires real understanding I’m afraid.

    Edit, I mean you guys can downvote me all you want, but I’ve only spent 30 years doing this shit lol … Remember, if you’re going to talk to somebody that you hold in esteem re your unfamiliar topic of electromagnetism… Remember that they aren’t holding pioneering knowledge in their minds… They’re hooking up wires, checking voltages, plotting circuits, making sure telephone interference isn’t present, and that’s it. It doesn’t matter how well versed one is in electronics or electricity, 99.99% chance ones’s not thinking about these deeper subjects. I know a hell of a lot more than I let on and if you can’t see that, you need help lol


  • I think he was just intuitively good at seeing what exactly is the portrayal of electricity and magnetism. A unique genius with a certain insight.

    I sometimes feel that there were many businesses concerns that grew around his early research and they were so successful that his newer research must have been a threat to that.

    Through all the mystery, half-truths, and frankly magical thinking people have with this man, it’s really hard to know what he was up to in his final days of work, before he became a homeless bag-man. I somehow feel, without making any kind of declarative statement, that he was working on transmission of energy with longitudinal (vs transverse) waves, and discovering methods of conveying and extracting electrical potential from and through Earth.

    Inline Edit: To expand on the above paragraph: The Earth doesn’t really “absorb” electrons like a pillow absorbing a ping pong ball. The energy in the negative charges that the Earth grounds must move in waves, therefore they’re grounded but now the waves are bouncing around in the Earth; that energy still exists and may sum with other waves in an additive way. I believe, again without making a declarative statement, that Tesla recognized this and was pioneering research on how to transmit energy via, and gather momentum from those waves. There were successes transmitting energy and encoded information through Earth which can be repeated today with garbage dump salvage electronics. I believe he was discovering a few dangerous things as well: Harmonic discharges of electrical devices to ground could be captured (think telecommunications and military); and he was conducting novel elemental research on tapping Earth to harmonize and extract force(s) - what these things portended led to his complete scientific alienation.

    The word “free energy” always obliterates any form of rational discourse. But there was something to it in a way, but to clarify, not in a literal way. Not in the sense of violating fundamental laws of conservation, rather seeing the “other side of the coin” that if the Earth is effectively infinite Ground then it’s also effectively an “infinite” source of power if harvested.

    I’ve never really “researched” the man directly but what I do know comes from quite a bit of my casual STEM self-study over decades.





  • I just want to talk.

    I made it big. Huge. Motherfucking huge. I bought and paid off my house in 2 years, was taking 5 major trips a year, had all the bullshit.

    Wasn’t ever a materialist and was frugal, not cheap. Tried to take the lessons of my grandfather who grew up in the depression with literally nothing, and where he taught me over many years that everything is priceless and worthless at the same time. He was 1000x the father to me than my booze-bag sperm-donator male called my “dad”.

    That piece of wire on the ground might save your life. It might just be another piece of shit. One day you go and buy some wire for $11 because you need it, other times you walk past $11 of free wire laying there because you have no immediate need or want for it. I was too spoiled and precious to get it. I want my meat packaged on a Styrofoam tray and there needs to be cartoons on things. No you shouldn’t make me a home made metal detector out of a broken FM radio, lacquered wire and a 9V battery because then I won’t be cool.

    Through my life and path, I discovered no matter how much material stuff, no matter how lovely the accouterments of my life, no matter how many “freedoms” and experiences I had stemming from my financial wherewithal, there was an underlying thing at the core, the kernel of my being, that had been neglected my whole life. For I was never taught to see it and know it. I hated myself and hated my life and refused to look through the telescope to see that.

    I didn’t really find any of this out until I had a humiliation that provoked the beginning of my thoughts of personal transformation. I later heard Miles’ Kind of Blue for the first time, by myself, in a separate bed from my pill-popping wine-guzzling wife, wearing Bluetooth headphones. I had smoked a grain of cannabis, my first return to it in about 20 years. Something touched me and I cried. One photon of light hit me somewhere and I couldn’t unsee it.

    I later arrested my rage-drinking, or demon-drinking as I sometimes say. When the magical fairy wand didn’t dispense the fairy dust on my life and render everything into utopia, I intuited my power-drinking was a mere behavior and really had effectively nothing to do with the underlying issue. Or perhaps it did in the same sense that water in a boat isn’t the issue, it’s the rotted holes and splits in the hull.

    I aimed myself at discovery and self-transformation and opened myself to anything from which I could take something useful and apply it to my own perspective. After getting into 5 years of heavy therapy which I pursued with vigor, something happened. I connected to that thing that I didn’t know existed.

    My life exploded, I effectively went insane, but not insane enough to lose sight of that photon. I lost everything because I was not able to care for myself. I ballooned to 135kg.

    I had $280,000 in my chequing account at one point, 100K of random investments, and I was living in my car and eating at shelter. I was fucked.

    Anyhow.

    Now my shit is together. I have 1BR apartment and I will never ask or take more. I refuse. I pull things out of dumpsters, clean them, use what I can and give away the rest. I repair electronics and sell them to survive in part. My community is Harkness Station, a bus shelter in the freezing cold snowbank called Winnipeg, where people live - many suffering addiction and abandoned by humanity. These are my friends and I bring them home-cooked food, water, tea, sugar-laden 3am coffee, hygiene, relief of all sorts. My friend Alex who did 4 years hard time for an armed-robbery he set-up, spoke to me about getting sober 2 days ago. He’s heard my story but I’ve never heard those words on his lips before.

    Hear what I’m saying please.

    I got an inheritance from my sperm-donors estate and gave it away. There were more than 5 zeroes digits on it.

    I am moving to Zen. All of the problems in my life are my own creation.

    My grandfather gave me something priceless. My new community at Harkness showed me you can live with nothing.

    We put all of this together and I can say with confidence I’ll live in a car (which I don’t have anymore because I gave it away), eat at the “missions” and be happy as a motherfucker. Whatever bro. I’m happy inside, I can care for me, and I need nothing but basic elements of mechanical survival. edit: How silly of me. I forgot the most important thing of all, perhaps so intuitive to me it needed not be said, but I think it should be said. I also need the love of humanity and connection to community for we are all one. And where I have no community I will make one because I also need that.





  • It’s a wonderful aspiration, but I literally was the 3rd sign up on Reddit… No word of a lie, I actually emailed spez his own source code because he had his server misconfigured to report verbose errors.

    Reddit has been a piece of shit from day one, it’s always been a piece of shit, it will always be a piece of shit, people love pieces of shit.

    And a real problem underlying is that people are shit.

    So you cannot build any type of community until we learn as a tech community how to organize humans by intellectual capacity, instead of by interests.





  • I mean I’m open to conversation, I love talking and I love sharing with other humans! You or anyone else can feel free to DM me

    Please before you read on, it’s going to get ugly, and know that it is not directed at you. I will leave it at that, proceed at your own risk.

    In the public facing area of SM I find that I am very frank and no-nonsense and I will just state the truth, no matter how unpleasant the recipients may find it. I was on BBSs before I was on the Internet, and the Internet before the Web existed. My friend Julian and his friend Frank were the two biggest phreakers in my city and Frank did 10 years for some crazy motherfucking advanced nasty digital shit involving financial transactions. Frank sourced me with an embarrassment of riches in terms of piracy, and enabled me to run my own “game rental service” in Junior High. I have the resume to back my stuff up and I have so many first in gaming I don’t want to hear one motherfucking word of backtalk from anybody who thinks they know more than I do. I did more in the first 5 years of my career than most people will do in their entire lives. I did not just cobble together shit, I literally innovated stuff, I built the things that people now use to build things. And I was doing it with some amazing people along the way. One of them is a major executive at a semiconductor corporation to this day and he’s one of my best buds. Him and I got John fucking Romero kicked out of the CGDC in 1997 for being a drunken boor. Another peer has done digital film work on probably every single film that you have ever seen. I could carry on like an asshole, but I’m just scratching the surface I want you to know.

    When I was still a student (e: 1 yr digital media crash course, prior to that it was pure programming and hacky compsci) I won a worldwide multimedia contest. I had made a dentistry simulator where you could actually do surgery on a patient. I conceived, wrote, storyboarded, assembled a team, project managed, budgeted, produced the entire thing myself essentially because at that point I was teaching the teachers. I won 1500 US dollars & my school was awarded $30,000 licenses of software. I wrote the very first plug-in enabled game on the Web that wasn’t just click click, it was a mini golf game for the Swedish mini golf association. I literally programmed my own physics simulation for it. I made the very first touchscreen internet enabled network of gaming systems. I personally made 12 published games for those systems. I made the software and games for North America’s first gaming cafe. I made the very first online parimutuel gaming system. I developed a 3D tennis game that you could play in a web browser and I believe it was a world’s first. I programmed a computer AI that was so advanced he could fucking slay you in a convincing fashion and you would have no way of knowing it was computer controlled unless you knew.

    Game systems I developed and licensed are on river boats right now being played by people. I ran one of the first Web studios where I worked with an amazing programmer named Josh and I think WordPress stole his idea. We made a dump truck of money because I was smart enough to do radio ads, advertising to people who are too behind to use the Web but had businesses. I was the lead developer for gameloft.com. I developed the first online gaming software deployed by state-run lottery corporations. I wrote two books on a piece of multimedia software, I wrote the bilingual curriculum for three years of a multimedia college - That’s while I was also running my own game studio from my apartment in Montreal and punching out games in my underwear on Saturday morning and selling them for 8,000 bucks. I made an entire development framework for a company that did pharmaceutical drug sales CD-ROMs to the tune of $20 million per contract. Ran two extremely successful game studios until the golden handcuffs took me to the desks. Started the very first house doctor PC service in my city and I made so much money I stopped answering the phone. This does not even cover 30% of the things I’ve done. I did all of this completely self-taught with virtually no education beyond grade 10. I basically failed high school because I was so mentally ill from them trauma of my family life. I promise I am not bending the truth in the slightest.

    Heard every ill-conceived, half-baked opinionation on gaming and I’m exhausted and I’m done with the kid gloves. I really don’t give a flying fuck how much a person likes video games or thinks they’re great or is in love with them or wants to be a game developer, I’m sick to death of it. Nobody has a motherfucking word to say to me and I literally don’t care. I’m a very very open person, I crave knowledge, you don’t get where I went by being an ignorant. But it’ll be a world’s first if you can show up at my door and tell me something I don’t know.

    And I’m sorry to say that really I truly am, because it makes me sound like a fuck face. But if you don’t want to hear what I have to say, stay the fuck out of my inbox because I don’t have time for dildos who dare to tell me how anything works.

    I leader boarded Diablo 3 solo. Fucking solo with my own build that everybody jeered me for. When my dad took me to the city’s first arcade when I was 6 I had a run on Mousetrap that went on so long the arcade owner asked me to stop. I played games that my dad’s hacker friends made to run on the Met Service of Canada’s Cray supercomputer… which predated Pong. When I was in grade two they used to pull me out of class and put me in a closet with a beautiful woman with freckles who would teach me computers and I’m telling you that thing was like a huge player piano with a print reel 6 ft wide. On that computer that had less power than a talking greeting card and no monitor, I made a horse race game when I was 7 years old. When I was 23 years old the Canadian Nat’l Snooker team specifically approached me and petitioned me to play for them but I refused because snooker was my peaceful place. I beat Cliff Thorburn in snooker. I thinder-punched Alain Martel “The Dancing Bear” at 9 ball while I was shit faced on a Thursday afternoon in some crummy local pool hall

    I am literally made of games. The same way Stevie Wonder is literally made of music, I, game.

    Most of the time, the things people believe to be true are completely insane once you understand the underlying nuances and layers. Or more accurately the individual molecules. When you’ve built the tools that built the tools that built the games.

    And here’s a statement that will piss people off- one doesn’t stand at the top of the gaming industry for two decades when you lick somebody else’s asshole and sniff their farts, one leads the pack. And I did lead the pack and everybody followed me and stole my work and did what I did. Literally entire features were added to Macromedia software simply because I was taking the software places even the creators didn’t know it could go.

    So everybody wants to follow the leader but nobody wants to hear him say how it is, because that hurts their feelings and ego. And after going through 4 years of therapy and now being 10 years sober from severe demon drinking, I can confidently say there’s some bizarre fucking issues going on with people who both want to hear my words, and yell at me once I say them