I’ve been coming to realize that— when participating in the illicit, godless act of ricing— I lack a sense of control...a lack of discipline...a lack of direction or intention. It’s a game of mane vs. machine. What starts out as a simple task to make a process or utility more simple or comfortable for myself, quickly escalates into an adrenaline fueled death drive to out-do the last configuration of a configuration; adding every last code block and nuance that I’m certain in the moment is the key to achieving nirvana in my unique user experience with an operating system that gave us too much and the only limitations I see are what I can’t think of. Much like the way I can’t think of what I started out trying to do when I’m nuking my partition six and a half hours later at 4:00am because the machine couldn’t keep up with the unspeakable horrors I’ve unleashed within it, and I have long since forgotten how or why that beast became what it is. It’s about the journey; not the end of the start; the snake’s tail’s been swallowed.

Given this unquenchable thirst for the worst; one particular vessel comes to mind as a unique domain for this depraved bloodsport;

Conky.

I’m here to feel pain. Who’s got, or aware of, the gaudiest, most overkilled, deplorable examples of what too much freedom left in the wrong hands can wrath upon the desktop of the an unsuspecting \*NIX-like operating system. Or what’s left of one, anyways.

Or better yet; who can come up with one?

Salutes to all my fellow Ricing Extremists out there; I’ll see you in the trenches.

10-4 signing off.