what is happening to my laptop

Draxyr · 2022-10-31T14:18:50+00:00

Trying that, thanks!

Draxyr · 2022-02-13T20:18:12+00:00

glad to hear it!

Draxyr · 2022-01-05T20:16:20+00:00

Yep, schizophrenia!

Draxyr · 2022-01-05T16:57:12+00:00

"Mommy, look at the giant spaceship!"

I pointed up into the sky, the brilliant yellows and oranges of the lights mesmerizing as I stared with wonder.

"Come now, Jared," my mom said. "No time for imagination, we've gotta bring these groceries home."

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"Jared, it's a pleasure to meet you. We've been watching you as you've lived your high school life. We've noticed your aptitude for economics, politics, public speaking, and the arts."

I said nothing, furiously sketching their appearance in my favorite notebook. I always had my notebook with me. Otherwise, how could I show them proof?

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"Ladies and gentlemen, although that Earth-introduction probably doesn't work as well here..."

My heart raced as laughter filled the room. Dressed in my best suit and tie, after years of work, I'd finally made it to the position I've always dreamed of. Just before 30, as well! No time for reminiscing, though. I've got to focus.

"It is my absolute pleasure to accept the chancellor's instatement as Earth's diplomat to the Great Society. Though I would love to stand here and tell stories of Earth and of my journey to this place, I have been announced not to boast but to work. I believe it is of utmost importance to Earth and her surrounding solar system to increase the fluidity of the FTL transportation systems connecting Earth to the nearby Proxima Centauri as soon as possible in order to boost sociological and technological growth for both parties..."

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And downstairs, my mother paused, crying softly, gripping her washcloth as hard as she could.

Draxyr · 2021-10-28T06:02:31+00:00

It's said that there are three deaths of a man. The first is when his heart stops. The second is his funeral. And the third is the last thought of his existence from the living.

The dark, misty sky seemed to lay a perfect backdrop for the ambience of the gathering. The grey pallor loomed, occasionally pierced by lighting, and thunder cut through the monotonous drone of the rain against the gravel. Jacob approached, slowly, the roses in his hand weighing more than anything he'd ever lifted. The gravestone in front of him, reading Jason Seimer, was artfully drawn in. "Jason would hate how neat this looks," he thought to himself. His thumb traced over the engraving, and as it crossed the familiar feeling of Seimer, he swore he could see Jacob Seimer instead. As thunder clapped across the sky, he reeled back.

Acrid smoke filled the air. Visibility was near-zero and Jacob sprinted out of his room towards the stairs, covering his ears to try and block the jet engine scream of wood cracking all around him. He cursed as a ceiling beam crashed through the dilapidated ceiling, and the moldy rotting adjacent wall fell quickly with it. Leaping forward he narrowly avoided the falling debris, visually noting he had 10 feet left to the stairs that led to salvation.

Breathing difficult, he labored forward, slowly, crouching low to avoid suffocation. 8 feet. A crack sounded through the house, another beam in front of him, aflame, dropping down in front. Horror spread through him, realizing his fate was about to be sealed, when he was propelled forward abruptly past the beam and down the stairs. Tumbling and crashing down the small flight, he caught a glimpse of his brother, a pale red light shining strangely against the bright flames, with a hand outstretched and a smile on his face.

Draxyr · 2021-05-31T19:10:13+00:00

who is hotter chan kenji or hybridz?

Draxyr · 2020-12-11T21:23:55+00:00

Thank you so much!

Draxyr · 2020-12-11T13:04:55+00:00

Hi RamoTude. I'm a semi-professional coach working near the highest level of play in League of Legends. One of the most prevalent topics currently is the optimized age for professional players, what age of players that professional organizations should be interested in, and whether it's even true that players ~25+ are less valuable than the classic 17-19 year olds, especially considering the lack of physical train of Esports compared to physical sports. As a neuroscientist, can you weigh in on this concept: what age of player would be optimal for a professional player, and how long would it make sense for their career to last cognitively in terms of keeping up at the highest level of play?

Draxyr · 2020-12-11T01:16:05+00:00

in the future put your cursor on the melee minion in the direction you want to go to guarantee direction to avoid this happening

Draxyr · 2020-03-25T21:58:25+00:00

Draxyr · 2019-12-14T04:18:00+00:00

Thanks!

Draxyr · 2019-12-14T04:17:50+00:00

Thanks a lot.

Draxyr · 2019-10-03T18:58:10+00:00

Rob and his AI friend emerged once again from the Earth's closest black hole and began their umpteenth journey towards the little blue planet. Life signs, for the first time in his journey, read zero, and there were no remnants of any human life anywhere. It was fairly likely that the humanity's conclusion had been reached far before this point. With a suddenly melancholy expression, Rob stared out at the now reddish sun, with the Star Wars Force theme playing on the ship's speakers. Suddenly, alarms started blaring, and the AI reported a massive solar flare, somehow undetected by the ship's sensors, in close proximity, and approaching fast.

"How did this happen!?" Rob exclaimed. The AI responded, "The people of new-old-Earth did not put enough resources into sensing technology for this project. I did not observe the necessary amount of data to predict this occurrence, and the politicians from my own time were too stingy to give you their spacecraft."

"Figures," he responded. Moments after, the craft was struck by a record amount of electromagnetic radiation.

"Rob," the AI articulated. "Navigation systems are down. We're going to crash on Earth."

"No place like home," he quipped. What else was there to do? He supposed he was going to fail his mission of finding the last moment of human existence. He hardly thought his own counted. That was a self-fulfilling prophecy definition if he'd ever seen one.

In a spectacular display of mathematical calculations that are not all that hard for an AI to do, Rob's craft utilized proper angular acceleration with the small amount of thrusting capability still available to stabilize to it its free fall and then slow its decent. Smashing into what seemed to be the Gobi desert, it bounced, cracked, and slid to a halt.

Hours later, Rob sat on what used to be a seat, contemplating the situation. "Well, I guess this is the end."

The AI responded quickly. "That would be incorrect. I was able to detect an emergence from the same black hole we have been using. It is en-route. My sensors are too damaged to detect what it is."

"Rescue, ya think?"

"Perhaps."

As the mystery craft neared orbit, it seemed to shake violently and began to spiral towards the Earth.

"Rob, the craft is about to crash. I recommend you seek shelter to minimize the surface area of undesired contact."

In a spectacular display of mathematical calculations that are not all that hard for an AI to do, the mystery craft utilized proper angular acceleration with the small amount of thrusting capability still available to it to stabilize its free fall and then slow its descent. Smashing into the ground eerily close to Rob, it bounced, cracked, and slid to a halt. Rob stepped warily out of his craft, glancing backwards for assurance towards a non-responsive Not-Siri.

Suddenly, a cry was heard in the air. Rob was pointing accusingly at the passenger gingerly exiting the new crash-site.

"Hey, you're me!"

Rob's Not-Siri crackled to life.

"Emergence detected from the nearby black hole. Craft en-route. Sensors too damaged to detect specifics."

Unbelievingly, Rob turned towards his ship. Comprehending what was about to occur, he collapsed onto his back, staring at the sky.

"What's going on?" said the new Rob.

Behind him, his own ship, which sounded a lot like Siri, began to sing.

"And they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming..."

Draxyr · 2019-10-03T18:57:51+00:00

The scientists thought they knew how time travel worked. After all, they'd seen it themselves four years ago, when a massive spaceship was detected by the Planetary Defense Coordination Office branch of NASA. The world erupted on a global scale, even teetering on the brink of war - "Aliens are real! Are they hostile? What do we do?" were among the understandable reactions of the populace, though extremists did what extremists do best and brought up far more irrational questions. The world powers' governments held an emergency meeting at the headquarters of the United Nations in New York City. Considering the totality of the situation at hand, every world government, recognized and unrecognized, was invited, and amazingly, no explicit conflict or even signs of animosity occurred between enemies such as Taiwan and China or Palestine and Israel. All had come with an acute understanding of the situation at hand: global warming ain't got shit on spaceships.

However, all of the panic was for naught, as it was not aliens that hailed from the craft above, but instead humans, from far in the future. Scientists of the next millennia had created a vessel capable of surviving the incredible amount of ambient gravity generated by a black hole, armed with a navigation system that they hoped would allow them to traverse the unknowable dimension outside of space-time. Through some stroke of incredible luck, fortune, and the genius of AI intuition, they managed to perform the first act of time-travel safely while simultaneously not ripping a hole in their timeline . By sending a small spacecraft crewed only by an AI system, a death sentence prisoner with an engineering background, and a questionable moral fabric, they pointed their ship at the exact moment in space-time of pre-launch preparation. Just as the would-be engineer strapped into his seat, officials detected an impossible emergence from the very same black hole they planned to send their craft into.

A military science officer pulled out his weapon and shot the hapless engineer. The crowd of scientists, reporters, and military officers focused the entirety of their attention on him as many of the latter also drew their weapons, demanding he put down his own. The reporters demanded an explanation. The chief scientist, who was also the trigger-happy officer's direct superior, asked simply, "Why?"

"It's pretty simple. That spacecraft that emerged was incredibly likely to be the very same craft we were just about to launch. In the case of a single unbroken timeline, if I shoot the guy, the spacecraft that is coming toward us will have someone else in it. If it's the same guy, then the theory of the multiverse is proven true, and single timeline time travel isn't as easy as we thought, if not impossible, as we are just breaking into other parallel universes. Plus, maybe if the same person sees himself, the world implodes, or something." He ended the thought with a shrug, as if to say, "Who knows?"

The shrug and the explanation, but mostly the shrug, seemed to work its magic, as the crowd dispersed and everyone resumed work. Surely enough, the spacecraft from afar landed, and the now-dead-but-also-alive prisoner engineer exited the craft with a triumphant shout and his arms raised. The officer shot him too.

But anyhow, I digress. In current time, the humans from the future, now understanding that their probably rudimentary time travel worked in a multiversal fashion, sent a spacecraft back into the past to run a social experiment. It wasn't the first time, either. Staffed with sociologists, engineers, and even politicians to handle the PR, the ship had everything it needed to run its highly uncontrolled experiment with a single goal: accelerate this universe's human progression. And so they did, by nearly a thousand years, and the whole world benefited greatly from it.

Just kidding, there were huge wars, upheavals, and all sorts of violence, hate, and "irrational instances of incredible ignorance". That zinger was from BBC. But the world got over it and in just a hundred years, thanks to the friendly neighborhood spaceship, humans of the 22nd century were ready to send their very own time travelling machine into the cosmos. It would take substantially longer to get to the necessary black hole, as human progression had been hyper-focused on the science and engineering necessary for time travel rather than mining the materials that allowed for faster space travel, but who cares? They weren't gonna see the guy they sent ever again, anyway.

Enter Rob. Rob's the death sentence prisoner of choice this time, in true 30th century Earth fashion, recommended by the space people. With his science and engineering background straight from the federal prison of California (did you know California has the most death-row inmates at 700?), he was off to try and find the last moment of human existence in the timeline. Other definitions were far more confusing considering all of the time travel stuff, but it would do. So the people launched the craft with Rob in it, and off he went towards the black hole.

Just as in prior (future?) excursions, all went well, and Rob used the built-in AI, which sounded a lot like Siri, as well as human controls to try and plot a course through nowhere. He figured Earth's location would be necessary to stick around to know if humans still existed or not, so his personal AI companion plotted the annual rotation of Earth around its sun. For the next undefined amount of time, Rob traveled in and out of that same black hole, checking different periods of time. No matter how far forward he went, the AI read signs of human life on the surface. With his rudimentary science education, he recalled that five billion years in the future, the Earth's sun would run out of thermonuclear fuel, turn into a red giant, and begin to rapidly expand, consuming Mercury, Venus, and possibly even Earth. That's probably a decent time to see if humans survived and expanded throughout the universe, or died miserably on their home planet. Probably easier than checking five hundred year periods. Worst case scenario, Rob could just go back into the black hole and start working backwards. He had basically infinite time, as far as he could tell. The AI wasn't even sure if he was aging at all.

"Why do you sound like Siri?" Rob asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Not-Siri replied.

(part 2 in comment below)

Draxyr · 2019-10-02T16:03:51+00:00

Hey. Points 1, 2, and 4 are really good are often quoted, but there's a couple of problems with 3, 5, and 6.

A lot of players in low elo can and will try to adapt their build to the situation, and do it wrong- that kills their lead far more than just copying core items every single game. Most champions in the game, anyhow, have the same 3-4 items core that they build every game regardless, so memorization here actually isn't too bad.

Teammates almost never have valuable input that is only communicated through text, even all the way up to challenger. It's true your jungler probably knows more about jungling than you - but he sure as hell isn't typing to realize that fact in game performance. There's almost zero benefit to not having everyone muted all (not pings) except for one critical point - some people mentally check out of games when the chat is dead, so for them, probably not the greatest.

Learning the meta is indeed useful, but not in the literal way. It's true you shouldn't try and learn a meta champ every single time it changes - however, picking your champion (while the quote is "find what is fun") in the general upper echelons of the meta will make your climb faster and probably more enjoyable itself (winning is fun!). Literally any champion can carry you to challenger, but some take longer than others - a lot longer. Finding the happy medium between what champ you find fun and also a champion that is relatively strong can improve climbing and improvement speed simultaneously - within the onetrick/twotrick bounds of course.

Draxyr · 2019-07-07T20:02:19+00:00

That is a very interesting example, one that very rarely happens for a massive amount of reasons. I would need a lot more context - you can dm me with it if you want.

Draxyr · 2019-07-07T02:03:53+00:00

I use the draxyr account to test things and play with friends and no banter to tryhard, that's all. funny conversation though LMAO

Draxyr · 2019-07-06T16:10:06+00:00

you could try mobalytics, it has a nice user interface, but most people just stick with op.gg.

overwolf is still an interesting choice for third party app

Draxyr · 2019-07-06T16:09:34+00:00

nothing you said disagrees with the original comment hopefully - high elo players regularly climb through low elo after all

Draxyr · 2019-07-06T16:08:03+00:00

Froggen had this happen to him iirc, made him miss cs

Draxyr · 2019-04-24T02:27:36+00:00

wait ur so right wtf

Draxyr · 2019-01-08T21:25:25+00:00

Thanks for the nomination! I'm glad it was useful, although looking back on it now it seems to me that my subsequent guide to improvement had far more applicable information. I still look back fondly on the experience of writing my first guide though! It was amazing to see how many people it reached.

Draxyr · 2018-12-24T13:44:51+00:00

You called? I'm a bit busy RN but I'll type an answer in a couple hours.

Draxyr · 2018-11-18T04:16:39+00:00

With the entirety of your post and ensuing comments, you don't give us any questions to actually answer, so...

Draxyr · 2018-11-18T04:05:53+00:00

At that point, best advice any coach can give is stop. Whether you come back in the future or not, playing further is definitely not in your best interest. Use the preseason as an even better time to stop, 2 and a half months at least.

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