Jan. 18th, 2026

comix64: a closed umbrella near a lake at sunset (poetik)
so, uh, my steam deck still doesnt let me run steam in desktop mode. but i found a program, right, called steamos-nested-desktop, just installed on there by default. and its a little window thats just my desktop. so i added it to steam. and i went to gaming mode. and it had my desktop. but the resolution was fucked up, so i tried to change it in the shortcut settings, and it didn't work, but, one thing came to another, and in gaming mode, while on the nested-desktop program, i tried to run steamos-nested-desktop, and it deleted my configurations for everything, entirely, for no fucking reason. my desktop was barren. "Fuck!" was uttered. i then remembered that i had a shitsfucked folder on my sdcard, as a backup, for when i was trying to reimage the system, so i ran "cp -v -r /run/media/deck/primary/shitsfucked/.* ~/" (copy, verbosely (tell me what is being done) and recursively (copy the contents of folders), the SD card (primary)'s shitsfucked folder's entries with a period at the start (e.g., .config/, .bash_history, any other dotfiles, which are used for configuration), to my home directory (~/)). as it stands it's still going, but i have no idea whether it will work or not. for what it's worth, when i discovered my desktop was reset, steam opened automatically on it, so now i know my whole steam-desktop-failure thing was a configuration thing.

i went to the temple, and i pretty much didn't speak, because i have no idea how to read the notes on the little purple book they gave me for chants. i had a nice cupcake, a milky-tasting hard candy (i think it said something like YOUSAI on it), a free booklet entitled A TEACHING A DAY, with excerpts from a larger book, and donated 2 dollars. it wasn't boring, but it was sparsely interactive. i dunno man, i don't do religion stuff often. i liked it, though. i guess i thought the temple would be sort of roman-ish and mostly outside, but it was like a choir room in there, just one room for all of it, and it had some JP-style decor and a shrine, because the day i went (today) was the day for a funeral kind of thing for a guy who, i realized pretty late, actually died a very long time ago. they hold his funeral every year. huh. their presentation was funny, though, it was about last words and they had one of the Beatles and Steve Jobs up on there. i dont remember names, but there was one of an atheist guy whose last words were "This is not the time to be making enemies," because in his final moments a christian priest urged him to repent now or be scorned by the devil or something. i dunno. anecdotes. you know, while i was there the presenter made it out to be funny, but writing it here it seems kind of sad. making enemies in your last moments?

im probably going to watch, at minimum, the first episode of The Tatami Galaxy today, i hope. maybe i'll go to barnes & noble and buy the book, since [personal profile] f0rrest claims there's an english translation? i think it'll be a nice read. i feel a little excited at the prospect, i don't find literature i am fully willing to read often.

writing this, i smell a mild smell of some kind of italian noodle, and it gives me a vague thought, something like: "experiences... contrast.... perspective...", but i don't know what to make of it. i think of the ideas and scenes rather than the words, but i can't put the scenes to justice on text. i remember a phrase the presenter used,

"The totality of a life"...
comix64: a closed umbrella near a lake at sunset (poetik)

DEUX: "And, you say, it just tastes nice? That's all?"

VENCER: "It's a Zero, anyway. Zero sugar. I mean, it's got, like,"

VENCER PICKS UP A CANISTER OFF OF A SMALL NIGHTSTAND AND EXAMINES THE SECTION OF THE PRINTED LABEL DEDICATED TO ITS CONTENTS, BY GRASPING THE CANISTER EXTREMELY CLOSE TO THE EYES.

VENCER: "Uh, like, some sodium. Fifty-five grams of sodium. It's got nothing. Nothing at all."

VENCER ROTATES THE CAN AROUND AND ADJUSTS ITS DISTANCE RELATIVE TO THE EYE.

VENCER: "No calories. No, uh, no dairy. It's like sparkling water, basically. Sodium."

DEUX QUICKLY BRINGS A HAND TO A PAIR OF LENSES, TO PUSH THEM CLOSER TO THE HEAD.

VENCER: "But it tastes nice."

A PAUSE.

VENCER NOTICES A MILD PRESSURE ON THE NECK.

DEUX GLANCES TO VENCER'S RIGHT.

VENCER NOTES THAT THE FACE OF DEUX IS SOMEWHAT INDESCRIBABLE.

THE FACE OF DEUX IS ENTIRELY NEUTRAL, OTHER THAN A MILD-MANNERED SHOWING OF TEETH, NOT IN A SMILE NOR A SNARL.

DEUX: "So be it. It's always in interest to experience new things."

THE NECK OF VENCER TWITCHES IMPERCIEVABLY TO DEUX.

VENCER: "Why're you talking about it like it's some esoteric kind of thing?"

DEUX: "Well, everything's esoteric. 'Esoteric' is kind of vague, no? Esoteric is vague, and because everything is or can be made vague in some way, everything is esoteric."

VENCER: "It's a can of soda."

DEUX: "This is true."
comix64: a monitor displaying a linux boot log in a dark room (technologik)
i copied the configuration files a while ago. i booted it up. it worked, i guess. it was as it was when i made my backup. i have my little fish splashtext, my custom dolphin colors, my custom fonts installed. and then i found out it also deleted Pictures/, Videos/ and Downloads/. and, like, sure, i could live without them, i guess. but i had some damn old pictures on there. fuck Sangre. im so fucking done with my steam deck. i cant believe it did that. when i discovered it i didnt even so much as frown. i made no expression at all. i already have Paralizer. steam works fine on Paralizer. my desktop looks nice on Paralizer. ill just use Paralizer. Sangre has been delegated for when i desperately need to play Portal while in the car, or something. i don't know. fuck. i just lost a lot of shit.

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