InfornographY
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Welcome to the InfornographY database.
The highlight of the GUI is the seamless integration of terminal and shell interaction.
Users are encouraged to make full use of the terminal. This is a WIP and additional features will be added soon.
You are currently running the client module. You may not have access to many administrative functions.
Should you require such permissions, please contact root.
Enjoy your stay.
To navigate database, hit "man -k sitenav" for list of commands user @ infrngrphy: ~] % $
E.U.L.A:
This program enables the author to continuously and simultaneously run thought processes/simulations of
various calculable and incomputable phenomena, recording rational conclusions.
The program was originally intended to have a small memory footprint,
and the author would like to emphasize this condition.
Users of this program, will primarily assist in the fine-tuning of process parameters
so as to narrow down the possible range/s of conclusions.
The program is in no way, complete or exhaustive.
The author WILL NOT take responsibility for
ANY derivative thought process in the user's system.
By continuing, the user acknowledges this disclaimer.
Should the user wish to contribute with any additional/conflicting material,
the user only has to kill process in question and enter new parameters.
The range of function for new variables will be analysed;
the process will be re-compiled [if need be] ASAP.
IM [MSN]: iandravid@hotmail.com
E-mail : srivatsa@gmail.com
Friendster: srivatsa@gmail.com
Plan:
IMRE [22.01.07 - 20.04.07]
NTU SpcTerm [07.05.07 - 12.07.07]
Accessing ... Terminal Help [txt]
For first-time users, the entire GUI is modelled after a Unix-like interface.
Modifying the original code/s [that's right. I had to integrate 2 different template-codes to get this]
was a learning journey and since my interest in terminal concepts had been piqued
by my pending move to Ubuntu 7, I decided to reflect that in the template.
For a very concise and comprehensive look at Unix commands, go no further.
For obvious reasons, not all basic commands have been utilised here.
To view text files, the cat command is used to dump the Ascii information on the screen.
"*.gz" extension is for compressed archives.
Use the gunzip command to uncompress them.
Most other commands have been disabled in the read-only environment.
Users are allowed limited access to append.txt in a safe-mode environment.
Accessing ... Hitlist [txt]
+ run on OS X/X11 [tentative 06.07]
+ complete migration to x86 Ubuntu
+ begin buffering for study modules
+ seek commercially viable process
+ upgrade blog OS [in progress]
Tip. Text in bold are the system commands.
These are case-sensitive. Type them exactly in the way shown.
Related commands not listed here have been deemed irrelevant by root
and will not be accessible to users.
E.U.L.A/About Infornography - (2) sitenav: whatis shell
System Information - (2) sitenav: uname -a
Root Information - (2) sitenav: finger ian
Terminal Help [for first-timers] - (1) sitenav: cat termhelp.txt
Process Report - (1) sitenav: cat rprt.txt
Repositories - (1) sitenav: gunzip repos.gz
Bookmarks - (1) sitenav: gunzip bkmrk.gz
Calendar - (1) sitenav: cal currmnth
Generating ... Calendar
Today's Excuse:
Accessing ... Think Different [txt]
Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Sourced from: Apple
Accessing ... Agent Smith Quotes [txt]
Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world.
But I believe that, as a species, human beings define their reality through suffering and misery.
The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from.
Evolution, Morpheus, evolution. Like the dinosaur. Look out that window. You had your time.
The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here.
It came to me when I tried to classify your species.
I've realised that you're not actually mammals.
Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment.
But you humans do not.
You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is
consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.
There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you what it is? A virus.
Human beings are a disease, a cancer of the planet. You are a plague. And we...are the cure.
But...as we all know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here.
We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free.
There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us.
That guides us. That drives us. It is purpose that defines us. Purpose that binds us.
Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?
Why, Mr Anderson? Why? Why? Why do you do it? Why? Why get up? Why keep fighting?
You believe you're fighting FOR something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
Is it freedom, or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be love? Illusions, Mr Anderson. Vagaries of perception.
Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect, trying desperately to justify an existence
that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself.
Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
You must be able to see it Mr Anderson. You must know it by now; you can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting.
Why Mr Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Sourced from: The Matrix Trilogy
Accessing ... V For Vendetta Quotes [txt]
But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet,
to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation
of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice
and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you,
appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition.
I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with
someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this
November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives
to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted
into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in
lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those
who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object,
to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity
and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others,
and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty,
you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease.
There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.
Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler.
He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten.
More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives.
So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek,
then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament,
and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
Accessing ... Personal Mottos [txt]
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici : By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe. From Faust.
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ian @ infrngrphy at 12:17 AM