A Defense of Adblock… and Torrenting

To anyone who has ever had the misfortune of a painfully-slow internet connection or tried to scour the internet tirelessly for that one show you absolutely loved, you’re probably familiar with plugins like Adblock, Adblock Plus, and uBlock Origin, as well as seeing so many tiny files ending in .torrent. Today, I plan on defending (at least, from my position) both of these internet tools.

We’ll start with uBlock Origin (my ad blocker of choice for the past several years and running). Put simply, ads online are okay, so long as they are non-intrusive! That means maybe a few (no more than five and not plastered every two minutes in the video) ads every ten-to-fifteen minutes on Youtube, no layers on webpages that are invisible and trigger a modern interpretation of “Let 1k windows bloom” for the Macintosh, and (because I’m one of those people who doesn’t use all of the streaming services out there) making some of the “gray sites” where I like to watch old and obscure shows (most of which wouldn’t even be on Netflix, Hulu, and Paramount anyway) actually usable. Believe me, I’ve had more than my fair share of opening up Netflix and looking for a TV show or movie, only to find that it’s not there. To clarify, my family has a family Netflix account that I’m on, but very few things are on there that I’ll actually watch, so for me, streaming means opening up a Linux machine in VMware and perusing DuckDuckGo until I find what I'm looking for and hoping that the video server is still up. Often times, it isn’t, so I have to try other mirrors (if the option even exists) and search the rest of the web. Now, while this seems like it would only apply to the next section (where I’ll talk about torrenting), keep in mind that the hidden ads and “invisible frames” (as I call them) take up so much bandwidth, especially if you are still using an ADSL modem to get onto the Information Superhighway. Until a few years ago, when my father signed up for a few streaming services (sometime after the world shut down due to COVID-19), the internet speed at my house was 3-5 Mbps down, generally on the lower side. That wasn’t per person or per device, that was the max bandwidth for the whole modem. Honestly, ad blockers helped with the speed issue tremendously! Where a page might take ten-or-so minutes to load without the tiny plugin, that same page could load in just under two with the plugin. I still remember the difference with and without the plugins, mainly because of the shock value. Granted, in the long run, it never made the connection lightning-fast (because of the streaming services thing, we’re now at 10-15 Mbps down), but it was and still is able to rescue the bandwidth that can easily get stolen by those pesky popups or banners that make pages completely unusable, and it even makes YouTube usable again on my laptop (even though they're trying to get me to pay so much per month to stop ads… JUST MAKE THEM MORE TOLERABLE! USE AGING WHEELS AS AN EXAMPLE! IT’S NOT HARD!), though that’s starting to take an extra plugin, but it’s a nonissue except for less than five occasions and counting. Anyway, onto torrenting!

Now, I’m certain that most of you have come across a file that ended in .torrent at some point in the past and have been bewildered by what it was. Put simply, and this is coming from someone who frequently makes use of ancient and lost software, it’s just a P2P file sharing thing that doesn’t download linearly. Rather, it pulls what it can from where it can, although most of what you’ll find in the various databases and search utilities can best be summed up by the traffic in Cambodia: it’s a complete-and-total free-for-all; watch all sides, all the time. There's nothing inherently wrong about torrenting (or the dark web, for that matter), but that doesn’t always hold true for what people use it for. Hence the watch yourself warning. Anyway, within the torrenting realm lies what I consider to be my personal bread-and-butter of the internet: animé, TV shows, movies, and software, all of which might not be accessible on the regular internet anymore (namely a huge number of the software titles and animé I like to watch, many of which just aren’t in English to begin with… imagine that) or at all to begin with. Torrenting and the dark web are two ways, as far as I’m concerned, to access a complete freedom of information. A more overt way of seeing this would be to go to China, Russia, Laos, Cuba, Vietnam, or any country with restrictions on information (in any capacity) and ask even the least-savvy computer users if they know what a VPN is. They probably won’t be so quick to respond in public, but they would almost certainly show you how to get access to them so that they can get on the unfiltered Information Superhighway (yes, I’m coming from experience with seeders from China, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Russia, Laos, Cambodia, and Venezuela… why else would they try to make themselves less traceable online?). Torrents can be a way of hiding in plain sight, as the transfer of data via BitTorrent isn’t linear and comes from and goes to several other targets, rather than one at a time in a linear fashion. It’s also for this reason that I don’t use the original BitTorrent client (it’s full of ads, limits your speeds unless you pay, and doesn't have all of the features in the free version… yuck!), though there are plenty of forks and clones out there, I’m sure; still, I’ll leave you to pick your poison here. So far, with torrenting, I’ve been able to find any software or media anytime, though my first stop for software is the well-known Internet Archive (I highly recommend this to anyone working on a project, should you not want to get into torrenting). Anyway, that’s just my thoughts on the matter from the technical mind of someone who believes that all information should be free to access.

Stay safe and С Новый Годом!

ᚣᚢᛚᛖᛏᛁᛞᛖ 2024

So, it’s that time of year again… Yuletide. A lot has been going on at my end, to explain for the blog’s apparent neglect (I absolutely hate to see it get like this), but it’s just been chaotic to the nth degree. Anyway, now that I am here, I've been working on a few projects in my free time, none of which will likely see the light of day in any mainstream media, but I like to have something going on, and writing some kind of crackpot story while waiting on parts for a junk store computer to come in from Ebay seems to satisfy that need. I’m still in the process of getting certificates to back up some of my skills with a computer, and I also have been going through some of my older stuff and daydreaming about how I can revive those projects. I’m also hoping that I can get another WITSEC-themed story out (whether it be on Fur Affinity or full-on published as an eBook has yet to be seen) because there is a shockingly-low number of that type of story out. Shame, too, because those turn out to be pretty good when given a chance. I’ve also been thinking, and I don’t know where I want to go with Aleks anymore, although I may get an answer when everything goes back to normal on my end.

Somehow, though, I’ve got the next few years planned out in my head.

Anyway, not much to post this week, apart from the fact that I’m still here. Happy Yuletide, everyone!

Caffeine & Computers

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Okay, so I feel like Reagan Ridley right about now, seeing as how I’m already on my umpteenth cup of coffee (I’d go for the energy drinks if I could bring some into this house without starting WWIII), but I feel like I’m making progress. I’m still going over the markdown document for The Golden Record (the vast majority of my writing has generally been for my eyes only, so I forget that other people don’t have access to my thoughts and memories of other writing projects), but, you should be expecting a new character: Link Riviera. The reasoning for his creation is that, originally, Aleksey was my fursona, but (and I’m genuinely not sure if I’ve stated this here before) he’s more of a sociopathic, fictional character now, rather than a portrayal of myself. Granted, I like the feeling of the character not being myself, but I literally started writing characters based on either myself (I never made a whole batch of them, I didn’t inherit any narcissism gene, thankfully… I hope) or people I knew decently well. Some, however, were based on other fictional characters, which I do hope to bring back for the rest of the world to see. Anyway, my computer courses are going well and I’m thinking of building a NAS, just for the hell of it. I have loads of anime, comics, pictures, everything, and I’d like a way where I could store them to play on my TV or devices whenever. Somehow, the thought of building a NAS from scratch seems easier than using one of the junk store computers I have lying around. Anyway, we’ll just have to see what the future holds!

Next Few Weeks

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Not much to say this week, but I’ve decided to start pursuing certificates for some of my skills with a computer. My plan is to block off a couple or three hours Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and leave writing for my downtime (usually Friday and part of Saturday and Sunday) for the near future. So far, I have to say that Codecademy is actually working out better than the college courses did, not to mention that it’s leagues cheaper and easier than sitting in a classroom with a teacher who may or may not be an objectively-bad match for me (I’ve had some that were just flat out terrible teachers and some that, while they were excellent at their jobs, they just weren’t right for me). Anyway, that said, I went ahead and sprung for the annual billing of the Pro tier so I could get my certificates (and give myself a good refresher course, too) and have something I can go back on, should writing not work out like I’m hoping… plus, it would be a good middle-finger to some people who are still going on about my failure with college back in 2018/2019. Anyway, put simply, my writing is going to be pushed to the back (this should help with writer’s block as well) for a block of time while I focus on something else.

Keep quirky!

I’m Still Here.

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Yeah, pretty much what the title says: I’m still around. With Typhoon Helene and the still-deteriorating condition of my grandfather, my thoughts these past few weeks have just been massively screwed. Sadly, I can’t code a firmware patch for my body/brain to just make it go away (or at least go back to the level of functional I’m used to), so that’s unfortunate, but I guess it’s a good-enough wakeup call for me to come to terms with some things that I’ve just been ignoring over the past several years, as well as some financial issues. Right now, about all I’m really good for (these past few days, at least) has been doing a “B47_L1NK Restoration” on an old laptop that was given to me a few months back.

Anyway, I’m not going to force anything because, the last time I tried that, I just ended up worse. I can’t give an ETA right now about when everything is going to be back to normal with me, but hopefully it’ll be back soon.

Just an update

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Not much to report back this week, other than I’ve somewhat-started on a story focusing around my new sona, Link Riviera. The abridged version is that, while Aleksey was my first fursona, he’s not an accurate portrayal of me anymore, just a character. Anyway, between some life issues (namely my body taking its sweet time adjusting to and from the Megaplex trip, followed by Typhoon Francis sending a monsoon our way) and a mixture of jetlag and reading the comics and books I bought (I HIGHLY recommend Bloodline and Slightly Damned to any comic lovers out there), I am way behind on getting stuff typed. Still, though, I do enjoy the slower pace of being able to relax after finishing a draft.

A proofreader had reached out to me a few days after I got back, so I took him up on his services, so that makes two firsts for The Golden Record (first for not having an AI cover and first for being proofread by a set of fresh eyes). When it gets published, I do plan to bring the book prices down again (at least a few more times in the future, mainly because of how Kobo sends payment at an interval which I haven’t hit yet), so I can say with confidence that they should be lowered by Christmas, assuming that’s been a deterrent for anyone who looked at them.

Whelp, anyway, like I said, not much to post this week, so stay weird!

Back from Megaplex 2024!

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Okay, so I want to start by saying that I’m shocked I was able to make the trip, primarily because of everything that happened between the time I was picked up from my house to the time I made it back, though I won’t go into detail here. This isn’t supposed to be that kind of place (unless you are Intel or Nvidia, then you may gladly take it up with me wherever), but I’ll say that everything that happened just made it even more worthwhile. For anyone reading, I was «Aleksey Ivanovich Buryakov», and I had an amazing time with the people I did get to talk to and meet up with… picture the feeling of being at home for the absolute first time in your life.

That’s a very muted version of what it was like.

Anyway, now that my preface is over and done with, this week’s post is going to be for the outcasts, the ones who don’t think they have any worth, anyone who just wants a place to be in the world… this week is all about you, my friends.

For nearly twenty-five years, I’ve lived with some rather atypical interests (the furry fandom being a big one) and kept them hidden. That went all, well, and good (my fellow outsiders will understand the sarcasm there) until I went into Grade 5, and I met my first real friend. I won’t name him here but if he wants to be named, I’ll update it with his name. Anyway, he moved into my school district from another part of Alabama, and, in a very autistic way (on my part), I just started talking to him over lunch one day. I liked carrots and ranch and I didn’t care that eating the crusts from his sandwich looked like I was eating scraps. The carrots were good (he didn’t like them at the time), and I had an attitude where I didn’t like to see food go to waste. Eventually, our little friend group expanded from two to four, and we began to talk more about animé (and another friend eventually got me to become a brony for a time). In Grade 8, we had a creative writing project where we had to write a short story and present. By that point, I had already gone into the mindset of «There’s no kill like overkill!», so I remember bringing a camera to school (on another occasion, I managed to get a school iPad to actually work with an old Gateway laptop of mine from the late 90s). Anyway, so I ended up taking a few pictures to use as visuals for when I was presenting. Our teacher had okayed it, the friend shook his head and muttered «Oh, Lord.», and everyone else was completely lost at why I was so high-energy. The first day we presented, I went first… and people from the Board of Education were observing. I remember looking on at everyone as they heard the crazed inner workings of what could possibly happen when the synapses in my brain fired. The teacher (and student teacher) were a mix of smiling and shaking their head with what looked like some concern for what I called sanity mixed in… yes, it was unhinged. The board members were looking at me like I was crazy, but weren’t willing to have me sent to a psychologist again (the first time was in Grade 4, where an IQ test revealed me as clinical genius and I just stopped going), the most of the class never fully took their attention off of me until the final bell (something that I find both amusing and unnerving, years later), and the friend, just straight-up, ready to ask either «How?» or «Why?». Or «What?». Continuing on, high school is when I became a brony, although the reason I got into it was to help cope with a lot of crap going on at the time, not so much being a fan of My Little Pony. Somehow, I just stuck with it until everyone showed their true colors that I’d met from the fandom, so I just let them fall like flies. It was also at this time that I got into a years (and I do mean years) long fight with my friend (we’ve since made up), so he and I didn’t see much of each other. I had even dropped out of the band and taken up tutoring someone in algebra, just to avoid seeing him. Granted, a lot of people in the room were assholes to me by this point, but he was the main reason I tolerated it. Well, that and my love for music. When I graduated high school, I went through a semester of college and kind of drifted around for a while, focusing even more on my writing and chatting with people who (at the time) were still my friends. Honestly, I don’t have any contact with very many of them anymore for one reason or another (the bronys, I mean, and I’m highly glad for that). I dated a few girls over the years from my junior year in high school to about the time Covid reared its ugly head in full-swing, but all of those relationships ended rather shortly in, and only one of them I still consider to be my friend (a stark-contrast to my most-recent ex who thought she was the shit when she dropped a lot of weight). Eventually, I job-hopped into my current position, went back to college for a single writing class, and met the friend that took me to Megaplex this year and even the person I’m dating (two separate people, who I’m dating lives in Pennsylvania, I was only at a local community college). We all get to talking, and he invites me to the Megaplex last year, but that doesn’t pan out for me at the absolute-last minute. Thankfully, this year was a different story, though barely. While I was in college, I had a near-death experience with some idiot on the road when I was coming back home one evening after a class, and I found out what it felt like to have someone care for you in that special way (I found out after I replaced my phone and laptop that they were crying nonstop for a few days over the incident, actually). They and I had really similar interests (though I’m not much of a gamer, to be completely honest), and I even managed to go up to visit them while my unpaid medical leave was massively screwed up. Yeah, I live in the US. Paid medical leave is something you get if you’re in a position of power. Otherwise, the rulebook essentially just says “Screw you”. Anyway, meeting them was a dream come true, even if we didn’t do all of the things that we wanted to do… always best to leave some plans unfinished so you’ll have the list started for next time, am I right? Anyway, making it back to this year… on the way down to Florida, on the turnpike, my friend was involved in a minor accident (basically a fender bender with a Jeep Wrangler), I almost had to be carted to the ER twice, and my own tenancy to overthink and worry almost ended in my current relationship ending (it would’ve been me being stupid and pulling the plug). Thankfully, everyone that I talked to (both from home and the convention) pretty much seemed to enjoy the fact that I’d made it as far as I had. By the end of the weekend, my biggest regret wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed anything for so long, it was that time travel doesn’t exist, otherwise, I would’ve went back in time, solely, to tell my younger self that it does get better. You just have to give it time.