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Microsoft helped the FBI track Peter Stokes down using GDID — a Global Device Identifier, which is assigned to every Windows installation and cannot be changed unless the OS is wiped
Is there any more info on how the GDID is actually exposed to the wider web and websites? There is next to no info on the GDID outside of discussing the case.
The aspect I am most curious about is what mechanisms are actually used for websites and services to obtain & track your GDID? There is one article here that hypothesizes about how to limit GDID "leakage" through having a local Win account, not using Chrome or Edge and absolutely not using goycattle features like Onedrive, phonelink or xbox.

Here is something interesting: If you ever edit an image in Nu-MSPaint and export it as a PNG, a UUID is added to the EXIF data in a new field ("About"). I do not know how the UUID is derived, I do not know if there is other Steganography added and I do not know if it phones home to M$ about the photo being edited (restricted network access on my machine). Regardless, you should be checking and clearing the EXIF data of any image before you upload it anywhere. Example below (Randomized the UUID before posting)
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Somewhat related security question: What options are out there for containerizing different activities? As in fully isolating KiwiFarms and an image editor from Banking/Personal/Work areas? The idea I am going for is running & managing pseudo-Qubes. The obvious choice is a small VM per activity, but I am just curious as to what other better options or implementations are out there.
I have tried QubesOS on a pair of laptops before, but it was just not usable enough for daily driving and I required dedicated GPU access for some programs. I did however enjoy the system as a concept as it was so divergent to anything I have really used before.
 
zig or architectural in nature
architectural and he complains that he has to do his job of knowing where and when the allocated memory will be freed. He needs someone to hold his hand.
When I listen to someone describe trivial things like this being such a arduous task, I immediately put him in the no-coder section.
It's not something that is hard to do.
1) you always need to know when your memory isn't needed. If you don't know that, you can leak (or how trannies say, retain) memory in any language.
2) you don't know if your memory is already freed? after each free make your pointer NULL, because if you fucking forget and do a free(ptr), the manual says that calling free with NULL is a noop.
I hate these nocoders because they complain about trivial shit.
all Rust does is force you to use their specific model and elevate contract violations to build errors
20 years of a struggle and still going and the retards had to create a new language around this.

t. my job is to maintain an interpreted language and the interprer is written in C
 
There's a whole lot of feelings going on in this post.
Yeah, it is what it is, I've just been burned out with all the AI talk everywhere and this happened to be the right place and right time. I don't work in tech per se, it is just so ubiquitous and so prevalent everywhere that you can't take two steps without someone jerking his jimmy over how good the latest $PRODUCT is for his workflow this and luddite that and productivity, building, yadda, yadda.

Anyway, to step out of one brimstone mine and into another, Leah Rowe (power word: Francis) took a break from working on Libreboot and his company Minifree this last month, having made 0 commits to his git or posted anything anywhere since some time in early June. In a recent post, he claims to have been ill with 'stomach issues' and 'brain fog' (read: rotting fecund ditch and terminally raped hormones), as well as some undisclosed issues with his mother needing medical treatment. So sad, but better days are ahead! He is now back to work with broom in hand to sweep up those sweet, sweet T480 orders, and better still -- our boy's been productive during his downtime. When's the last time YOU have read the GLORIOUS, ELEGANT, FEMININE stylings of brave, noble, spirited transfolx? Do better. In fact, now's your lucky day, because our friend Francis has released his fifth draft for readers of all ages and sexual maladaptations to enjoy. Lo and behold:

A mostly bloodless coup - or, how to think vaguely like a serial killer​

By Leah (Francis) Rowe
One of my favourite people in the world hosts a podcast. She asks each guest the same question, with the same dubious smile – ‘What is it like to be you?’ – and every time, you feel as though you’ve just been fucked by the bull. She* is a remarkable woman, amongst many whose words informed – yes, inspired – this memoir.

Many works of this genre fail, even when the author is one of our own; they elaborate, reassure and even apologise, politely as though judged by their worst enemy. They use language guaranteed to alienate readers on the very first page as those who remain are left with little more than an academic – yes, superficial – grasp, while the author diagnoses prematurely and pathologises what is otherwise a perfectly healthy – albeit unexplored, misunderstood, and ultimately extraordinary – mind. They stress, without fail, that the author is not… such and such. I am such.

Astute readers may appreciate subtle nuance as I offer, without whitewash, an entire psychological map of my life – and you will not receive a lollipop. You will live inside my world – you may even laugh, and I hope you do. You will not be harmed, I promise.

This book intentionally avoids naming its very topic until the end. Except where otherwise indicated, intellectual discussion is also avoided – instead, the topic is presented through scenes, matching my own thoughts at the time. I became self-aware, self-actualised in that awareness, when I stumbled on some literature at the age of fifteen years old. Since then, the public has gained a somewhat better understanding, but a lot of people I see who are ‘out’ seem to be caricatures of sorts – they internalise concepts of who they are in a pathological context and then become, as a matter of identity, their condition. This may be true, even when they do otherwise lead interesting lives.

I am not a condition. I am a human being, and I reject that word. Yes, that word.

Some scenes are written in more detail than others, but all of the scenes are written in the style of a summarised report; unlike other memoirs, I do not actively try to relive the scenes. I summarise events, focusing on my own cognition at the time of each event, sometimes reconciled with my current understanding which may have changed since. Look not only at the scenes, but the composition of them; people, places, things. A lot of this book, and the point it makes to the reader, is defined not only by what is written, but by what is not. This memoir is psychological in nature, with events and scenery as support, but the scenes themselves need not matter; I could probably describe an entirely different life with the same mind, had I lived a different life, writing a book in the same style as this one, and the message would be exactly the same.

All of this is to suggest: look not necessarily at the contents of my life, but the mind behind it. Pay attention to what I do, and judge by contrast; what would you have said, done or thought differently, throughout?

I leave all of it as an exercise for the astute reader. This book is provided for education purposes, demonstrating my mind instead of explaining it directly. A more direct, theoretical analysis shall be provided at the end of the book.

Please also note that this is not the final version of the book. It was deemed complete enough to publish, here, on my website, but the final book will one day offer a much more complete and nuanced portrait. As I said: the subject of the book is my mind. Review is welcome. Please do not hesitate to contact me with thoughts about the book; contact details are on this website, vimuser.org - when the book is actually complete, a paid paperback and audiobook version will also be created, but this online text will remain free for all, at which point no further edits will be made. You can track development of the book by looking at the draft number at the top of this page; with a program like diff, you can assimilate changes to parts you have read, by comparing different drafts of this book. Most of the changes that will be made, though, from this to the latter print version, are likely to be minor. They will offer only subtle additional nuance, and perhaps some additional anecdotes may be provided in a few places where they are currently lacking. The final version will also be free of typos, and a lot of places that otherwise babble in earlier drafts will be considerably tighter.

TRIGGER WARNING:

This book may contain violence, abuse, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual material, drug addiction, advanced British humour, medical trauma, harassment, and multiple bad pop culture references.

Reader discretion is advised.
An Autobiography of a Tranny! How riveting! Sadly, I have not yet had the chance to go through this in detail, but CRTL+Fing around yields some pretty funny gemmies that make me think this will be a 10/10 read. Here is probably the funniest quote I've found so far:
Francis Rowe said: If I had to summarise my feelings about her in one word, I would say: annoyed. I am annoyed that she’s a paedophile. Not disgusted or horrified. I’ve seen worse. There are a lot of fucked up people. She isn’t even a very good paedophile.

CTRL+F -> Trans Rights
Francis Rowe said: Girlfriend still wasn’t fucking me, I’ve pushed you off of a cliff back to January 2017.

The trans group that Girlfriend and I attended from December 2016 to roughly July 2017 was quite nice. She was indeed my Girlfriend the entire time. I enjoyed going there every week. Girlfriend and I met a lot of really nice people in there.

This was a good time for trans people in the UK – the culture wars against trans people had not started yet, and there was even talk in government circles about banning things like conversion therapy. Informed-consent clinics like GenderGP had not yet been lawfared out of existence – twelve-year-old patients could get full hormone therapy – and the media in general was quite positive towards trans people. This was a good time to be transgender, in the UK.

Teenagers could still get puberty blockers on the National Health Service, so they wouldn’t become traumatised by turning into hideous beings as a result of the wrong puberty. There even were several teenage transgender people at said group. Their parents would sometimes come with them too. It was wonderful.

The UK was even ranked among the top ten for trans rights. Social media companies had not yet been co-opted by the far-right – Elon Musk supported the Democratic Party.

Yes, everything was happy and gay.

CTRL+F -> Gender Dysphoria
Francis Rowe said: There were loud, noisy teenagers on the bus when I went there in the mornings, as my bus was in the same time schedule as the morning school run. Seeing them all and trying to read a book while they were acting like animals just drove me to such white hot internal rage… I kept externally calm at all times, like a saint. Boys will be boys. They reminded me of the prison that I’d once been in, that I’d since escaped.

Anxiety, hello old friend. I was a mess, throughout this entire period, though ostensibly sane. I was in control of my mind, but I just felt anxious all the time, and I didn’t know why at the time. Part of it was very likely unresolved and suppressed gender dysphoria, as I discovered later in life that my gender transition cured some of it.
Francis Rowe said: Throughout this time, I had little, if any, social contact outside of home and work. Between that, and listening to my boss make stupid jokes when I did see him in the office, I was in hell. My boss was completely incompetent at all times, it seemed, spending far too much money on everything and I wondered if I’d ever get to keep my job. Alas, it was not to last.

Resigned. I was bored out of my fucking mind, and I did not want to smell one more of those awful curries. My boss threatened to sue, but I called his bluff.

I also masturbated at two of those jobs when nobody was around, nearly getting caught both times. In one case I went home immediately. In the other, I continued eating my lunch.

Wow, being an adult is hard. I also never did get my keyboard back.

CTRL+F -> Paedophile

This one is in reference to Mellissa "Mooch" Goad (power word: Darius), a tranny pedophile who caught some friendly fire from my boy Francis on Mastodon (L. A.). Mooch is no stranger to the Farms either, he has his own thread that seems to have ended after the police report. Shame xhe couldn't stim xir's way out of wanting to fuck kids. Sad!
Franics Rowe said: Here’s a time when I didn’t cry:

A long time friend of mine confessed that she was a paedophile. I felt intense pressure after that, because I had a lot of orders that month so I didn’t get round to reporting it immediately; I did post some samples of recordings that I’d made of our conversations, to immediately let everyone know I was no longer friends with her. This mattered, because she was at a low point in her life and may have confessed to more people; I did not want people to think I was covering for her in any way, and I wasn’t, so I needed to make the breakup unambiguous. I sent a lazy report to the FBI, but only actually bothered with a proper police report in her state about a month later. Nothing came of it, because the police did not have enough probable cause in spite of the confession, and she remained free. Oh well. Destroying her didn’t give me much of a kick, but it seemed like the most appropriate response.

At one point, she called me on the phone, begging me to stop, pleading for her life as she did not want to be killed or raped in prison; such was plausible, in her country, though I simply told her that it was “not a foregone conclusion” and she eventually hung up in frustration. I told her at several times that the correct response is prison, or whichever sentence is deemed appropriate by a judge; I did not tell her that she deserved punishment. I only said that the correct response was imprisonment, berating her for the stupidity on her part of having confessed to me in the first place. My emotional state was neutral, throughout the call; I did understand her fear, at one point even articulating that fact while calling her fears “unfounded”. I was torturing her, at a psychological level, during that entire call. A friend of mine was listening to the call. The purpose of this and my other efforts recording her was to demonstrate her competence, in case it ever did go to trial. I fully cooperated with the police in her state, talking to them daily via email and telephone. The police lady I spoke to was highly professional.

There is a part during the recording in which I cough, and then clear my throat. It seems relatively innocuous to the casual listener, but it was intentional and also part of my torture (LOL); she suffers from tourettes syndrome and that sound triggers violent twitches on her part. These twitches cause extreme psychosomatic pain, which leaves her thoroughly disabled for roughly one minute; the pain is felt physically and psychologically. I’d avoided making these sounds throughout my conversations whenever I spoke with her, as I’d also trained myself to avoid them in public speeches. Ditto um, er and so on - these too, also triggered her twitches. In the recording, I decided to punish her indignation with coughing. This is why she said, in that part of the recording: “Please stop clearing your throat; it hurts!”

I did not feel anything about her victims; I did not even feel disgusted by the confessions, and they were extremely detailed as I’d made her confess more while I recorded her. I’m not a paedophile myself, and I knew intellectually that she simply had a disease; this is not to say that one cannot exercise restraint either. I know that the correct response is to report paedophiles, so that is what I did. She trusted me, confiding in me at the time, unwise though it may have been on her part. I shall remember our conversations fondly, prior to the confessions, as she was otherwise a genius in her field. She was the author of several projects pertaining to computer emulation. I vividly remember her once stimming across her parents’ house in a call with me, explaining to me how the GPU works in a Sony PlayStation 3.

CTRL+F -> Surgery
Francis Rowe said: I have raped and murdered people in dreams, sometimes engaging in necrophilia within said dreams. I wake up wet, feeling completely relaxed. There is always a sexual component; since Gender Reassignment Surgery, my sex drive has been reduced to near-zero and these dreams have stopped occurring. I would obviously never do such things in reality, as it would not benefit me in any real way, but dreams release one from such limitations. I simply do what I want, in dreams. This might sometimes be as benign as walking; when I become lucid in a dream, I enjoy walking through walls and flying. Walking in dreams is extremely difficult, and requires a lot more discipline than in real life, because you also have to maintain physics while remaining lucid; I normally just wake up, or lose lucidity. It’s the number one thing I do when becoming lucid. I’ll just walk around my town, and the town is empty when I do this. There are no people around.
 
A mostly bloodless coup - or, how to think vaguely like a serial killer
what the fuck is this. i get into the second sentence before there's a cuckoldry reference.

One of my favourite people in the world hosts a podcast. She asks each guest the same question, with the same dubious smile – ‘What is it like to be you?’ – and every time, you feel as though you’ve just been fucked by the bull.
there is 72 references to the word 'child' - i'd usually read stuff like this but... nah. i'd sooner read another school shooter manifesto than this garbage.

here's a fun game for people, scroll down the page randomly and click on any sentence and paste it:

I joked to a redneck in that server that I might be gay – I once offered to take my clothes off for one of them
I still did not meet any real humans. My family were enough, as they clothed and fed me
When I spent time with women, if they accepted me in their group, I felt like I was one of them.

like where do you even start? did he think he was some kind of rapist?

All I knew was that I enjoyed watching a woman being raped, though they people in the video were obviously just actors.
I have raped and murdered people in dreams, sometimes engaging in necrophilia within said dreams.
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archive: https://ghostarchive.org/archive/LZygT


Months prior, I had made two suicide attempts, once by trying to jump off of a building (I didn’t jump but did get to the top floor),

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My mother once tortured me by purchasing Sonic 3D for the Sega Saturn, but I did not have my Sega Saturn at grandma’s that day – I had to wait until we went home, to play it. My grandmother made the best Yorkshire puddings, but I wanted to play Sonic.
Sixteen bloody years - Paragraph 10

Xisters that's like a against the Geneva convention
 
I'm only surprised a tranny would admit such things freely. I am, of course, not surprised he wants to rape and kill and is a paedophile apologist.
 
There is a part during the recording in which I cough, and then clear my throat. It seems relatively innocuous to the casual listener, but it was intentional and also part of my torture (LOL); she suffers from tourettes syndrome and that sound triggers violent twitches on her part. These twitches cause extreme psychosomatic pain, which leaves her thoroughly disabled for roughly one minute; the pain is felt physically and psychologically. I’d avoided making these sounds throughout my conversations whenever I spoke with her, as I’d also trained myself to avoid them in public speeches. Ditto um, er and so on - these too, also triggered her twitches. In the recording, I decided to punish her indignation with coughing. This is why she said, in that part of the recording: “Please stop clearing your throat; it hurts!”
The tranny uses its “clear throat” attack that painful renders its tranny rival immobile for up to one minute by targeting psychological weak points, which exist due to the smaller, smoother and porous brain of the tranny. In a vicious display, the tranny decides to “cough”, psychologically destroying the vulnerable tranny rival further until it can be heard pleading for mercy.

Only crazy people can write fiction this good.
 
what the fuck is this.
A new frontier of narcissist navelgazing. I seriously struggle to comprehend just how self-obsessed you have to be in order to not only write all this shit, but also publish it, with multiple public drafts to boot.
 

An excerpt I found amusing.​

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Chapter Four – Rebirth:​

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Several people started spamming the Libreboot chatroom, including some quite unsavoury characters from a certain far-right web forum – they had a thread there about me, which I found amusing. I paid it no mind, as they seemed to just be mostly bored, and I didn’t think they’d pose any physical threat to my person. Several of the people I’d left in charge of the chatroom dealt with their spam, while I laughed. I loved how creative they were with ASCII art, spamming it in such a way as to render colourful text calling me… all sorts of wonderful things. Yes, how nice. I went to visit my mother.


I actually found the post on that forum so amusing, that I kept looking at it. It’s a special kind of forum that targets vulnerable people – they identify emotionally weak people and try to isolate them, goading them into suicide. I knew what they were doing. Most people would be disgusted by what they do; I know that what they do is wrong, and I oppose it on principled grounds, but without any attached emotion. The reason they do it is because they’re bored, and a lot of them probably don’t even care. They find it funny; and I find it mostly uninspired. There are more productive things one can do with their time.


They were trying to do that with me, but it didn’t work. They misinterpreted my need for stimulation as loneliness and isolation. I mildly enjoyed their attacks, – I felt a warm rush. Not happy as in, proud, but I liked all of the controversy in general. I knew at an intellectual level that they wanted me dead, but they seemed to be mostly bored teenagers or young-adult NEETs, so I paid them no mind. The one who posted the thread about me was later banned from said forum, and they doxxed him too – I used the info in the thread to send him a written letter, thanking him for the amusement, though it was worded as something like: I forgive you. I saw on that forum that there were a lot of people who seemed to feel a similar boredom to mine, like everything around them was all bland, and I understood instantly why they did extreme things. I was never pulled into that crowd though, because I had discipline, and standards – and I’m trans anyway. It’s not like a bunch of fascists will accept me. I understand them, but that doesn’t mean I have to become them! There are far less destructive and arguably more productive ways to get your kicks.


I will explain, precisely, what I understood about them. Most of them were poor, uneducated people, or otherwise disenfranchised in some corner of the world, mostly the United States but there were others in there. They’d been duped, all roped in together since it was essentially a cult – they get you when you’re young, and become your friend. These were people who had no other outlet, and all of a particular neutral mindset that enabled them to be, you know, bored, all the time, like me. They wanted something, anything, that would get them going. Saying outrageously offensive things on the internet and attacking people gave these teenagers the jolt they needed, it seemed. Yes, once again, most of the people on that forum seemed to be teenagers. Hate, and rage more generally, are quite potent for boredom, but something that I’d grown out of many year ago by that point. Like I said, I understood them. I saw in myself that I could have easily become them, if I’d taken certain decisions differently, earlier in life.
 
Like I said, I understood them. I saw in myself that I could have easily become them, if I’d taken certain decisions differently, earlier in life.
Perhaps he'd still have his cock if he'd taken certain decisions earlier in his life. Alas, we may never know. But at least he hacks a decent firmware.
 
I will explain, precisely, what I understood about them. Most of them were poor, uneducated people, or otherwise disenfranchised in some corner of the world, mostly the United States but there were others in there. They’d been duped, all roped in together since it was essentially a cult – they get you when you’re young, and become your friend. These were people who had no other outlet, and all of a particular neutral mindset that enabled them to be, you know, bored, all the time, like me. They wanted something, anything, that would get them going. Saying outrageously offensive things on the internet and attacking people gave these teenagers the jolt they needed, it seemed. Yes, once again, most of the people on that forum seemed to be teenagers. Hate, and rage more generally, are quite potent for boredom, but something that I’d grown out of many year ago by that point. Like I said, I understood them. I saw in myself that I could have easily become them, if I’d taken certain decisions differently, earlier in life.
A tranny calling other groups groomers, do I even need to point out the irony here? All of this tries way too hard to sound aloof and profound, but just comes across as baby's first 16yo edgecore manifesto. Francis does have a proclivity for this kind of expression given his last graphomanic episode catalogued on https://libreboob.org/ , which if you don't know about, I strongly, strongly urge you to take a peek at. Here's a couple of example pages:

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Francis has these "I fell ill" moments every few months. Seems like our boy has some unhealthy habits when it comes to dealing with all these bizarre feelings. Bottle up, let pop, and we get gems like this. Consider me a fan. Keep at it Frankie boy, can't wait to see what you come up with next.
 
It's so fucking over for handwritten bespoke code snobs and websloppers. If only they realized how much extra shit they could get done.
TBH the tech is worthless until you can self-host it, otherwise you're just outsourcing your skills to companies that hate you and will take advantage of you, that's not even mentioning the unsustainable, ultra-subsidized token prices right now.
 
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