First Post! Or: Intro to Completely pwned / Recovery mode

Hi, my name is Ozymandias the Third edgeMute, and it took me more than an hour to figure out how to make that strikethroughed text. Welcome to my journey.

Over the years I've gone through various "nicknames", dealing out on the edge of things, where I found that sometimes I could talk faster than I could think.

To strikethrough text when using Ghost blog-platform thing, you can just simply add two ~ in between the text. Something like this ~~ your text here ~~, except you'll get the idea if you spend an hour trying it out.

I happen to live a block away from UC Berkeley, a block away from the last landline public phone of the East Bay, a block away from People's Park and a block away from the Republic of Telegraph, although I am quite sure that I live in the United States. I hardly leave my room since before the pandemic. I'm an unofficial hikikomori, hardly what I wanted to turn out to be, but forced to because of, well, pwnership and mental health issues related to said pwning.

After a long hiatus, I intend to make this place the repository of my ideas as I try to figure out a way to not give a fuck about Wintermute, learn exactly how I am being pwned, and in the meantime learn important skills to advance my career as a journalist. I happen to hold an honourable degree in Journalism from Universidad Catolica Andres Bello, but I graduated in-exile.

The two main sections of the blog will be:

CyberSec 101 and PsychoSec 101, the first related to my studies on the ever-growing privacy market and the latter related my daily struggles with what appears to be a smart building going haywire.

For the sake of anonimity, I will change the names of whoever I happen to know the name of, and the rest of the names I use are just made up anyways because I don't know anyone's name around me.

My brother will make appearances every once in a while. He, my therapist, my sister-in-law and an ex will all make appearances as "agents" of this journal. I will refer as "actors" to those involved as agents of Wintermute, or what appears to be Wintermute. For example, I can hear my neighbor laughing, so hey there Mr. Aphex. He got that name from playing techno, I sometimes think that his full-time job is music production, hence Aphex from Aphex Twin.

Wintermute is an extremely complex thing happening around me that I cannot understand or just a smart-building in the process of getting built or an MK Ultra thing or VALIS or who knows what. I wrote two books on the thing itself, both in a chronicle style, but they have yet to be published. They were handwritten to slow down my thought process enough to compress 1o seconds in two books.

For now, I made it through the day. There's this thing in my room, where I hear giggles and commentaries from basically everyone around me, because of thin walls, letting me know that I am, well, completely pwned. Basic intuition tells me that there's smart kids around who are willingly letting me learn from my bad cybersec practices, although I try to follow most of them.

I figured that if I know exactly how this came to be, I might be able to get a career in cyber security. If not, at least I will know something new and worth my time, enhancing my psychosec, short for psychological security, long for sanity.

The most straightforward way to know how/why/who pwns would be "social engineering" or having a social life. I don't, not here and not anymore, so I'll have to find other resources.

I recently completed a book for my nephew or niece yet to be born, but it's in Spanish and it will take some time to publish.

So, well, yea, that's pretty much it. My starting point is then:

• Somewhere near UC Berkeley
• Not knowing how to type strikethrough but making it through and learning how to
• Installed Windows Subsystem Linux (WSL), Ubuntu 16 I believe.
• Re-registered this domain name (theedgeofthings.com because, I "remembered moments of grace, dealing out on the edge of things, where he found he sometimes could talk faster than he could think" - Neuromancer)
• Had a pretty good coffee and a weird therapy session where I felt drugged (I am not doing drugs and I take care of the amount of alcohol I consume)
• Spent a way too much time directing the domain name to the DigitalOcean Droplet IP thing, which just in case, is done through the Networking settings and the Registrar site.
• Spent a fair amount of time setting up the Droplet with Ghost, which seems to be the best blogging platform ever devised. So good, in fact, that I feel like it was made just for me, and I don't say that lightly.
• So I know a thing or two about Linux, I am enjoying Windows 11 so far, what with the PowerShell that works like a real command line and the fancy design, I have just a regular antivirus setting and VPNs are something I want to discuss some other time.
• Wintermute is a thing. It's an AI in Neuromancer, but in real life is whatever is happening to the edgiest kid in the block.
• I do not suffer from hallucinations, and I will not harm anyone ever, not even myself.
• I am receiving psychiatric treatment and therapy for PTSD that might me Complex PTSD.
• I am aware when I am paranoid and when I am not. However, my mood tends to swing a lot between absolute fear and absolute melancholy.
• This is not a conspiracy theory blog.
• I played some Wasteland 3 today. It is pretty nice, but really dark. Fallout 1 and 2 live on in a way in there. I never got to play Wasteland 2, but I should.
• Finished three books in Spanish during the pandemic.
• Got the booster dose a week ago.
• Have running, drinkable water, food, shelter and Internet. For that I am grateful. My brother is nearby, that is awesome too.
• I'm hardly on any social media place-site. I might be forced sometime in the future if this grows enough, but I'll do so reluctantly.
• Democracy is amazing, compared to the alternative.
• edgeMute is the edgiest nickname in the world. It has four layers of edginess

But yea, I am not just some edgy guy, I want to take care of you along the way.

Maybe we can help each other out and make this Telegraph Republic place a place to be or something.

Maybe we can overcome the tech dystopia.

Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.

Maybe someday you will want to be my friend and will have a special feature place on this website.

Maybe you are also completely and utterly alone after the pandemic and don't know what else to do. So, with that said, in the spirit of all things of the good .COM Crash Internet, I'll end each post with a song.

If you see me around having a cigarette, be nice, we all want to be nice to each other.

May you have good fortune.

Music:

Mood: