∎ elliot's part of interwebs where things happen and stuff can be found
'why does this website exist??' you may ask. because i have lots to share, and nowhere to share it. social medias have unspoken rules about posting large frequencies of random bullshit, and i dislike the lack of customizability and interactiveness. back in grade school, i created numerous web games using html, css, and javascript, and i've kind of missed doing that- this is a perfect undertaking to sharpen my rusty programming! all images taken by me, all code typed by hand, all writing thought up by myself.
∎ some social medias:
last fm
instagram
youtube
∎ ascii art of a butterfly:
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∎ what is this song?
this is a beautiful melody themed around the disfunctional and lazy javascript in this webpage and the memory limit/file disallowance of neocities, the site that i'm hosting the interwebs on for now. i'll move on eventually and start programming, this is but a placeholder where i will put the real descriptions of my music and sounds
∎ articles:
unknown artist
free postage labels + a color printer
fossil hunting #cool
curious music genres
road signs, cones, city finds
my old web games and sites
abandoned ampitheatre
past halloween costumes
magic cards & decks
animals and plants
selected computer noises
instruments
this is the title of an article lalalala XD
But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?