SUBPROJECT86.NET

-0017- An Old School »Links» Page

Wed, 15 Jul 2026 20:14:46 +0300

In memory of the times long gone, and to honor the early days of the interwebs, I decided to start an good old school »links» page.

You didn’t »search» for the webpages back then. You did the crawling your self. Browse and discover. The feeling when one found out well curated links list with many new and exciting places to visit! The joy of discovery has left decades ago.

Now you just type some nonsense to what ever fuckery search engine you want and it will “provide” you the most “relevant” and “fitting” hyperlinks. Plus few ads and whatnot other fuckery.

You still have the thrill of finding something new and interesting with things like Nex. And maybe with gopher, if one feels frisky or bored. But … sorry all you gemini-hipsters out there … gemini doesn’t really have much to offer. It was a good idea on paper, but like communism, it really doesn’t work in the real life.

But, these are just my humble opinions :) And personal preferences.

You can find it in the navigation or if you are one of those feed reader enjoyers, from here https://subproject86.net/links/

True simplex lovers will go for nex://subproject86.net/links/

And the practicing magickians of l337 H4X0rZ do the following invocation:

# echo /links/ | nc subproject86.net 1900 | less

Enjoy!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0016- Heavenly Port 1900 Has Been Opened!

Tue, 07 Jul 2026 17:35:00 +0300

The sacred invocation of the station of initiated has been succesfully performed. Old grimoires have been consulted. The occulted gnosis of the divine simplicity has been acquired through the forbidden rituals of the holy shell.

Forces of the other realm has been summoned and the divine 7 lines of the holy shell data stream spell through the heavenly port 1900 has been received from the realm of ascii plaintext.

Secret 7 lines of holy shell spell has been carefully studied and performed in the sacred ritual of simplex.

The heavenly port 1900 has been succesfully opened and the divine data stream has been set in place using the forbidden knowledge of the holy shell and the sacred ritual of the 7 divine lines of simplex.

Portal between the realms has been formed at:

nex://subproject86.net

The practicing magickians of l337 H4X0rZ will know their way through the simplicity of:

  # echo | nc subproject86.net 1900 | less

And, of course, you go for the posts like this:

  # echo /posts/ | nc subproject86.net 1900 | less

NB! For example with busybox nc you might need to do nc -i 1 in order to tell the too busy busy to wait a while to get something after the request.

Simplicity will always be there, even the fuckery will prevail until the end of time.

Embrace the simplex. Embrace the inclusive ascii plaintext. Embrace the heavenly port 1900 and the divine data stream.

IN NOMINE NEX!

\o/ \o/ \o/

( ° ʖ °)

Learn more about Nex and the divine realm of ascii plaintext from here:

  # echo nex/ | nc nightfall.city 1900 | less

nex://nightfall.city/nex/

https://nightfall.city/nex/

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0015- Plasmatics Are Still Relevant!

Sat, 04 Jul 2026 02:47:09 +0300

I think I should say »Plasmatics are even more relevant today than they were back in the days 45ish years ago!»

I was sent a short clip by a friend from a the small DIY punk event … and I was appalled by the cheer timidness of the band. It was like third graders music class ensamble playing a cover of a rock piece. There was nothing »punk» in the performance. Absolutely way too clean and nonconfrontational to even be considered as punk. Punk as it was originally when I grew up. It was more like a pop song. Not even a pop song with an edge. Fuck, even some Lady Gaga songs have more edge than that … what ever that was.

The woke has managed to kill even punk it seems. At least in this case, that is. Cannot make an generalisation from one short clip of one random performance from some random small event. But it was supposed to be a »punk» event. Yet there was nothing punk to be seen or hear. Not on the stage or in the audience. It was like a hippie fest.

From the shock of all that I immediately thought of Plasmatics and Wendy O. Williams, the goddess of punk and the metal priestess! Wendy on the stage, topless, nipples cross taped with black duct tape, cutting an electric guitar in half with a chain saw … while the guitar was plugged into the amplifier. »Butcher baby!»

Next she would go and blow up a car on stage … »Master plan!»

Full on »in your face» with the music and Wendy’s stage performance. No questions asked nor prisoners taken. True essence of real punk. Establishment criticising uncompromising, sometimes a bit violent even, rebellion. But never destructive, except for the oppressive powers to be and the materialistic hedonism. Anti-commercialism and anti-establishment. Establishment as it is now, and as it was back then.

So … hearing that abomination I had to cleanse my ears and soul with the good old Plasmatics!

First my go to feel good song »The Damned», followed by their second album »Beyond the Valley of 1984» which is a definition of the »fuck you» for the establishment. After Wendy was beaten, twice, by the police and thrown into the jail by small dick feeble “men”. The last song on the album »Pig is a Pig» leaves no questions what took place in January 18th 1981 at Milwaukee. Later the same year the album was released.

No wonder why Wendy has been referred as »a punk nonconformist who never sold out!»

Also Plasmatics are the very reason why Sex Pistols never really did well in US … They had Wendy and the guys. Johnny and the bois didn’t really live up to the mark with their more subtle act :)

Anyway, I’m of an opinion that we are living in the age of where it is definitely the time and place we do need people like Wendy to break the bubble of the woke, which seems to be worse than the small dick patriarchy establishment of 60s and 70s.

Unfortunately I don’t see anyting like this coming. No cojones or determination. Emasculation of the guys, for the sake of “toxic masculinity” and degeneration of the real feminine power has definitely had their toll on the society.

Probably there are some underground basement bands that are carrying the torch of true punk as it was and should be.

Closest to the good old “madness”, I think, are Otoboke Beaver from Japan. Those young women are just mental! Absolutely great musicians and keeping up the tunes and the attitude. Yet they feel like a polished “product” and “a brand”.

But I do love them nonetheless.

That said …

All hail Plasmatics!

All hail Wendy O. Williams!

The punk is dead! Long live the punk!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0014- Summer Solstice Celebration Surprise

Sun, 21 Jun 2026 11:27:31 +0300

Something new and different for all fuckery enjoyers!

I just made ##!nobrainer! channel @libera.chat for the appreciation of the fuckery that will prevail forever!

Do not hesitate to join, there will be events you do not want to miss. Details will be announced later … Group therapy sessions for all the fuckery survivors and such will be on program. If everything will go as planned, we will have a seminars on the topics of »Fuckery» in different levels.

Fuckery, Advanced Fuckery, Super Advanced Fuckery

Join now!

##!nobrainer! @libera.chat

See you there for all kinds of fuckery!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0013- Never Trust People Who ...

Sat, 20 Jun 2026 19:48:53 +0300

There is, or at least should be, an unwritten rule about what type of people one should not trust!

And that rule is simply:

Never trusth people who say they “code PHP and JAVA”

That’s it. Simplex! Right!?

Personally I trust that guy from the last post multitudes over those who “code PHP and JAVA”, mmmkay?

That’s all folks!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0012- Proper Use of Hand Sanitiser

Sun, 14 Jun 2026 15:55:41 +0300

There is no more debate about how one should properly use the hand sanitiser.

“You drink it, of course!”

Heard this from the drunk about 5 seconds before he vomited all over his lap and passed out.

I trust that man. He was very honest.

And now you too know how to use the hand sanitiser properly.

You are welcome!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0011- Magickal Tomes

Fri, 12 Jun 2026 21:05:14 +0300

I just received a message …

A message about the tomes of magick and alchemy I was lucky enough to aquire. They are now packed and will be on their way to me.

Ah, the scent of the old books. Paper and ink were quite different hundreds of years ago. Completely different to the nonsense they hand out thesee days.

Excitement is real, when one is waiting for the delivery of the magickal kind …

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0010- A New Hobby

Wed, 10 Jun 2026 22:59:48 +0300

A few weeks ago I started with a new hobby. Very niche one I would think … Or at least I haven’t found anyone else with this fabulous hobby. It is a true timepasser and very gratifying one.

My new hobby is to suck mucus from my sinuses backwards. Nothing is more satisfying feeling than the feeling of mucus slowly moving towards the back of ones oral cavity. It’s not that easy feat to achieve. It takes some learning to get hang of it. Use of tongue and the position of head and all the little details one wouldn’t ever think are involved.

The best part about this hobby is that you can do it everywhere, whenever, and nobody really notice it. Completely different than masturbating for example.

I didn’t really decide to get on with this hobby … It just kind of happened. One morning I had such a stuffy nose that in the shower and after I felt the mucus slowly moving backwards and down to my throat. That was the first time I very passionately engaged in this new hobby of mine. Or should I say “what became a hobby of mine” … That’s more fitting. The whole rest of the day I did try many different ways to get the mucus flow better, faster and, the most importantly, more!

Since then I have used all the time I have to spare to this hobby. Sometimes even a whole day! The best thing ever happened in my life!

Are there any fellow hobbyists out there? I would love to hear good tips from the more experienced hobbyists!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0009- Paramnesia

Wed, 10 Jun 2026 02:11:01 +0300

Noun

paramnesia (countable and uncountable, plural paramnesias)

An inability to distinguish between real memories and dreams or fantasies

An inability to remember the meaning of common words

Etymology

From para- + amnesia.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0008- The Graduation Weekend

Sat, 30 May 2026 00:53:12 +0300

There’s nothing more adorable
than a teenage girl coming at you
with her eyeliner and mascara smeared all over her cheeks.

She has just vomited in the bush.
Bits of cheeseburger puke hanging from her hair.
“Sssssyouuu sssseeemm niiiiceee. Sssgive mmmmee a kkkkisss!”

It’s the graduation weekend again.
Foundations for the future are to be laid.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0007- Unreality of Life

Fri, 29 May 2026 02:05:02 +0300

Memes are postmodern poetry of a multimedia kind … and this is »meme-poetry».

Text links are provided for the nobel people who are using the text-based browser or some other, even more honourable, way to access this content.

As the old zen buddhist saying goes:

In a sound heart the pain and the pleasure are the same.

Enjoy … or suffer.

Reality is subjective

No, I’m not human / I’m a

Your life is over

Caution / rebooting will erase everything in memory

We’ve started over (again) / Our new reality / Our new memories / Our new bodies / And we’ll get it right this time.

The world is yours

let it go

Please adjust for the best picture quality. / Thank you

Welcome to the void. There is nothing here.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0006- A Squirrel and an Orangutan

Wed, 27 May 2026 01:15:11 +0300

So, there was a squirrel and an orangutan dancing tango on the street in front of my balcony.

People were gathering on the street to watch them. There was talk about how odd it is for a squirrel and an orangutan to dance tango. Astonishment, disbelief and cheering all mixed up in the crowd. Some were wondering where they came from. Others how they knew tango. One lady was convinced they are not real at all. “I never seen anything like this, it cannot be real! Am I dreaming?!”, she cried out in the state of confusion.

I watched from my balcony how more and more people were coming from every direction. A squirrel and an orangutan kept dancing. It was marvellous!

I came in to fetch a cup of fresh coffee that I had made just before I heard peculiar voices coming from the street and went out on my balcony to look what was the meaning of that. “Look at that! A squirrel and an orangutan are dancing tango!” “Have you ever seen such thing?” “What is this?”

Got my coffee and a big fat joint to go with it. Lit up the joint and took a sip of the coffee. Mmm, coffee and big fat joint. Nothing is better when one beholds such a special event unfolding before ones eyes.

Now the whole street was blocked by the people surrounding a squirrel and an orangutan. Those who were not interested about the dancing spectacle tried desperately push their way trough the crowd. Late from work or something like that. Poor bastards.

Cars were honking. It seemed like the tango and the honking and all the voices of the crowd were in sync. Honking and the crowd murmuring were the music a squirrel and an orangutan danced along with.

I finished my joint and my cup of coffee.

“Hey, squirrel and orangutan! Come up here and let’s have a coffee and smoke few joints!”, I shout down to the street.

“Thank you for the invitation, sir. But we have to distract these people for a bit longer. We will come up there once we are ready.”, orangutan replied.

“Sure. I’ll leave the balcony door open, just climb up once you finish.”

A squirrel and an orangutan continued to dance and the chaos reigned. I admired them for a bit longer.

Then I came in, sat down and wrote this.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0005- The Fine Art of Extrapolation

Mon, 25 May 2026 19:48:10 +0300

There are two types of people in this world.

Those who can extrapolate from incomplete data.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0004- I Have Got Too Small Boxer Shorts

Sat, 23 May 2026 21:59:38 +0300

It was about a week ago when I thought to get some boxer shorts. Trying to act gentlemanly and all, I figured out that wearing boxer shorts would prevent piss and shite stains appering on my trousers. Kind of logical idea, don’t you think?

So I go and shop some cheap ass bundle of boxers from the local discount store. Didn’t want to invest a lot to them, since I am a cheap old fuck and haven’t been out of the commando force too long now … kind of testing how it goes. Every decent being would do so. Only stupid fucks goes all in right out of the gate.

Anyway. Got my bundle of 5 boxers for what I deducted to be fair price and was kind of happy about the deal and myself. The next day was the dreaded first encounter with the new thing. Well, maybe not a new new, but since a long time new. So there I was butt naked after the shower tearing open the bundle of boxer shorts. Somehow I felt like I’m doing something pervert. But then I thought that most of men does wear them. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not some kind of pervert thing.”, I tought while picking up one pair from the floor, where they all flew once the packaging finally surrended under my violent ripping and tearing.

There I was, one fresh pair of brand new boxer shorts in my hands, cradled like a baby. I gazed at them for a too long moment and then shrugged. Pulled them up and I felt somewhat violated.

“Fuck these things feel awkward.”, I said aloud, “Fucking hell these are unconfortable bastards!”

Did my best to adjust them so that my balls weren’t sucked towards my ass or squeezed or in some other uncomfortable way. It was a battle for freedom I say. And I was determined to win this battle at all costs! Took my time to go attack against the oppressor again and again. “Shit fuck, these hellish things! Medieval torture devices from the inqusitor toolbox.”, were my toughts while I tried to get my cock and balls to somewhat comfortable position inside the boxer shorts.

“I’m not sure if this was a good idea after all.”, I heard myself mumbling at some point. But then the rational mind jumped in … “It’s just that they are brand new. They will strech and loosen up when you wear them and after the few washes they probably are just fine.”

Well, I do hope that is the case. It’s been one of the most awkward several days for a long time. I wonder how men are coping with the swimming trunk kind of underwear? How do they do it? It must be one of the reasons why everyone are so pissed off all the time. Cocks and balls in the press like that. I cannot even …

After these agonising days I’m kind of leaning towards the that they are too small after all. Even they should be my size. Then again these fuckers aren’t real boxer shorts as boxer shorts should be. These are the snug type boxer shorts like thingies. Unconfortable as fuck.

And to those “size doesn’t matter” fuckers out there I say that size does matter! Mind you that I’m not trying to stuff in them anything of a sort what late great John Holmes carried … But not the tiny pecker either. Decent size of equipment. So size does fucking matter when it comes to the boxer shorts and the filling!

Hope this misery turns out to be short and I find these thingies are in fact giving in after a while. If not, I’m going to have to reapply to the commando forces and as a loyalty offering burn these torturous thingies. Future shows how it goes.

If you don’t hear from me anymore, a vein in my head has popped due the constriction at the crotch …

Boxer shorts, what a ridiculous idea.

I need a drink … A strong drink.

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0003- Lobotomy Enjoyer Reacts to Wintersun

Fri, 22 May 2026 00:49:32 +0300

Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. No copyright infringement intended. I have no intent on claiming this music for my own, I’m simply reacting to the video and giving my constructive criticism and feedback. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Welcome to my first ever reaction post! I heard that reactions are “hawt AF”, so I thought I’d take a look into the latest fad … Well, it turns out that it’s been more than 5 years now that this shite has been the trending nonsense.

So here we go. I’m going to react to song called Sons of Winter and Stars by Wintersun. The version I’m going to react to is remastered live rehersals at Sonic Pump Studios.

I’m ready, are you ready? Let’s go!

Clicks play and the song starts

Right out of bat there are so many tracks of different sounds …
Nice guitar harmonies …
Oh … blastbeats …
My man Kai is really trying to lift off with his drumset!
This is awesome! WOW!

The awakening of darkened skies
(Falling from the dark)
The symphony of dying lights
(Behold the rain of stars)
The blazing fire came pouring down
(Falling from the dark)
And life and death became unbound
Sons of winter and stars!
Rise!
Sons of winter and stars!
Rise!
Sons of winter and stars!
Rise!
Rise!

Oh wow! This is like riding into the battle!

Fly with us through the darkness (Sons of winter and stars! Rise! Rise!)
And we shall embrace the stars (Sons of winter and stars!)
And we shall open the doors of time (Rise! Rise!)

Those low harmonies on vocals are so neat!

I have awaken the darkness
(Taste the fear!)
(Taste the pain!)

Nice clean vocals by Jari. This is epic!

I am the one who seeks vengeance
(I am the one who seeks vengeance)
Into the darkness we fly
Into the shadows they hide
Into the darkness we fly
They will never survive
They′ll die
Oh, they will die!

Absolutely brilliant guitar work and Kai is still going with his antigravity guest on the drums!

I sacrifice everything
Just for one moment
I throw away everything
That matters to me the most

Jari’s lyrics are absolutely marvellous! He is true storyteller!

I’m flying through the darkness
The fire casts a shadow on me
I tear a part of my heart for creation of dimensions
And we fly beyond the restless shadows
We fly beyond the stars
We fly beyond the birth of the worlds
So old I′ve become (Thousand years staring into emptiness)
But now I realize (That it was just an illusion)
All this time I thought it was you that would save the sun
Oh rain comes and washes the hate away (Washes the hate away)
Now I am at the crossroads with questions (With questions!)
Somewhere, someday I will find what I am here for
Who am I?

It’s getting better and better! This is so good!
But where are we going now?
Cool sound on guitar, very pingy.

I’m wondering now where will you take me

Absolutely Jari … just what I was thinking of!
And Kai hydrates, my man deservers a sip and a break after those blastbeats! The stamina of this guy … pffft!

From the horizon the light comes alive
Into the mountains high we set our way
Will we find our way in this long winter night
I see the land of fading sun and rising mountains
And I finally feel that I’ve found my home
But oh, how it feels so cold when
My dreams wither in fragments of time
Revealing that this land will die
Before the winds so cold (Falling snow)
The world was shattered in the fragments of time (So soft and cold)
Before the autumn rains (Dying moon cast down so weak)
The coldness will again awake
Frozen lake, the dancing spirits
Calling me to join in the cosmic dream
The silence is tempting me now…

That section was so theatrical. The layering of the vocals is brillint!
And that »silence» is just haunting! Jari is a genius!
Ok, let’s continue …

We are the sons of winter and stars
We′ve come from a far beyond time
Forever the fire burns in our hearts
Our world shall never die
In the arms of the wind we ride till dawn
As the waves of the ocean grind so strong
We wander in the stars until we′re gone
Our fate is sealed by eternal sun
We are the sons of winter and stars
We’ve come from a far beyond time
Forever the fire burns in our hearts
Our world shall never die
In the arms of the wind we ride till dawn
As the waves of the ocean grind so strong
We wander in the stars until we′re gone
Our fate is sealed by eternal sun
Until we fade away (Fate will find it’s way)
Until we drift into the dark
It′s not too late to find a way (Fate will find it’s way)
And fly in cold embrace of stars
Until we fade away (Mysteries of time)
Until we drift into the dark (Unfolding in cosmic dreams)
It′s not too late to find a way (Leaving life and death meaningless)
And fly in cold embrace of stars (Before the revelation of infinity)
Embrace the stars!
The energy flows in me like a river of stars
(The energy flows in me like a river of stars)
I’m surrounded by the circle of fire
But eternal ice has frozen my heart
I’m lost in the pathways of time
Now the time has come for us!
We are the sons of winter and stars
We′ve come from a far beyond time
Forever the fire burns in our hearts
Our world shall never die
In the arms of the wind we ride till dawn
As the waves of the ocean grind so strong
We wander in the stars until we′re gone
Our fate is sealed by eternal sun
We are the sons of winter and stars!
We are the sons of winter and stars!

Cheez! What a trip … I was just so much in awe that I just went trough the whole last part.

Absolutely a masterpiece! Jari’s lyric are true poetry and the arrangement of the song is spot on. The talent these guys have is next level!

One of the greatest musical pieces ever made! This is one of those pieces that really shows how metal music has so much in common with classical music. Just like Miyako from Lovebites said some time ago, “Classical music is metal music from the time there wasn’t electricity.” I might paraphrase here, but the point is what matters.

Ok … that’s it folks. This was my first reaction post! Let me know if there is some tunes you would like me to react to next.

Have a great one and see you the next time!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0002- Be Mindless!

Tue, 12 May 2026 15:57:27 +0300

If the voice in your head is you, who is the one listening to it?

Let it be … Mind has a mind of it’s own, you see.

Don’t mind the mind too much … it’s good for the mind …

It’s nonsense what those oriental mysticism gurus teach about controlling ones mind. You cannot control your mind. If you think you control your mind, it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

Thus, let the mind be and mind your own business, then you get along with the mind. Both just mind their own and don’t mind the other …

Also what else could be master of mind tricks but mind? You cannot play mind tricks on your mind, for mind knows them all. Cannot beat the mind in mind games …

Be mindless!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z

-0001- The Beginning

Sun, 10 May 2026 03:08:16 +0300

No, this is not the »Hello world!» post.

This is just a post to get started … and maybe answer some questions few readers might have.

Firstly … as stated, subproject86.net is not your average blog website … nor it is anything else you find these days.

There is no agenda, no objective, nothing like that. No incentive to get “followers” or something like that.

So why you do it then?

Because.

But why it looks so crude?

To quote one of the greatest graphic designers ever, David Carson … “Because.”

But what about this and that and the other thing?

Because.

There is no bigger picture, really. Welcome to the interwebs of the 90s … or something like that. There was no real meaning behind things we did, everything was just »because» … and that’s it.

The great old wisdom of »because».

Catch you on the flip side!

Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z