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# David Blue's Handy Test Document™
Updated `12082024-000303`

- [**Gist**](https://gist.github.com/f643a3bbfb3e03189d1af3fc0d6f847d)
- [Live](https://bilge.world/test) - `https://bilge.world/test`
- [WTF](https://davidblue.wtf/drafts/C96C21DD-55F3-40B2-8C88-0D38BBF028ED.html)
- [WTF Shortlink](https://davidblue.wtf/mdtest) - `https://davidblue.wtf/mdtest`
- [Local](shareddocuments:///private/var/mobile/Library/Mobile%20Documents/com~apple~CloudDocs/Written/C96C21DD-55F3-40B2-8C88-0D38BBF028ED.md)
- [Draft](drafts://open?uuid=C96C21DD-55F3-40B2-8C88-0D38BBF028ED)
- [Simplenote Local](simplenote://note/6ee042f4898d4b9e9afabe882f7c12e5)
- [Simplenote Publish](http://simp.ly/publish/GzyRPt)
- [SnippetsLab Local](snippetslab://snippet/E185DED4-860D-4DE7-B253-18EC31231BC5)
- [Taio Local](taio://editor?action=open&path=%2FRepositories%2FGist%2FMarkdown%20Test%20Document%20Gist%2Ftest.md&location=2)
- [CheatSheet](cheatsheet://open?6E8B383B-36E8-482B-B1A5-EA3D116EB8B5)
- [DEVONThink](x-devonthink-item://A2C63332-990C-47B1-986C-73C36F9E321B)
- [Micro Note](https://davidblue.blog/notes/812fe2e3ac2d1d8916cff249e75b81.html)
- [Things](things:///show?id=2Hk1hdzPNEMYNDA1Fnuq6h)

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```markdown
This is actually a somewhat functional page. If you've arrived here, it'd better be for [**development purposes**](https://gist.github.com/extratone/f643a3bbfb3e03189d1af3fc0d6f847d) *only* or i will tell Chuck Snowden abt u.
```

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![Rounded Corners Example](https://i.snap.as/Xtanvu92.png)

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In the right hour, the woodland springtime metamorphic processes of the neighboring Lake Geneva suburb’s in-betweens were in a paused state – the toads again hushed; the crickets tired, and the human populace, too. In the right hour, the fickle wind and the social owls were the only sound, and nothing moved but the sparse, light-footed doe in careful segments with her fawn. From the main gated lane of *The Nice, Huge Estate*, Lenny Lather slid through the muddy barrier and started bouncing West on the blacktop, brogues squeaking every third step. The overcasted clouds were having trouble deciding whether or not to let down their rain – as they had been all day – and the old, heavy early-March mist softened the yellow glow of the tall, buzzing streetlamps so much that he couldn’t help but intermittently wipe his eyes, for the spreading light convinced his mind that his eyelashes must’ve been wetted.

Theodore Pith’s big old house was now burrowed between two mismatched neighborhoods – the bleaker Easterly, which was too new for its alien trees to have recovered from the brutality of its development’s clear-cutting and contained within one of its central featureless backyards an unidentifiable creature which made all through the night the most unimaginably ghastly, disturbingly human child-like shrieking; the opposing Westerly’s trees further enough along in their regrowth – ten or twenty years perhaps – to appear more of the planet Earth to Manhattan-bred Lenny Lather, who still found the colorless destruction of suburbia unendingly upsetting, especially when coming down. In the interest of his regular withdrawal’s mitigation, he had already established two short, repeatable tracks and a longer, several mile-long loop which skirted him sufficiently around the East’s center to avoid hearing the shrieks in all but the stillest nights. Never in his years – on these walks he was *especially* reminded of just how many there were – had he been able to feel such absolute ownership of his surroundings. The eroding Earth slipping away from the hem of the warped, stained wood fences; the sidewalks, cracked, bent, sloped helter-skelter, often muddied in the troughs and joints – generally laying haphazardly in layers after having been steadily tossed about by the glacial forces of their intermixture with clay, precipitation, and the tumultuous temperature-dependent torture of the two – these were his, entirely, in the right hour. Between two and five in the morning when the earliest risers would blearily revive their dewy automobiles from long, silent hibernation, the whole world – everything in his sight and more at any moment – it was all *his*, without a single worthy challenger.

In the right hour, the roads were completely and totally abandoned – for the New Yorker, an unfathomable absolute – and all humanity was at rest. In the right hour, Lenny Lather was the appointed guardian of the worn domesticity of a small nation, though the lonely occupation was astoundingly lax, for in the miles and miles of empty streets he had already traversed in his nightly holidays from the World of Pith, he had yet to encounter a single unexpected factor or minutely threatening presence. Since shortly after his December arrival, he’d walked through even the most frigid mornings. Of course, the stillness had then been *even more* otherworldly, and Lenny was curious to see how his new most private domain would change with the seasons. Though the auxiliary guest room which he now called home was no smaller or less hospitable than the master bedroom of his late Hudson Yards flat shared with his late Wife, it proved to be a poor respite from Theodore Pith, who treated him – when they were “home” at *Nice, Huge* – as the puppy he never had, and expected his participation to remain entirely vulnerable to his any whim. Granted – in their shared abuse of amphetamines, cocaine, and assorted other stimulants – Lenny Lather was vastly more prepared for the games than any circadian guest could’ve possibly been. At first, the ten-foot door of his dawn-facing room had closed without latching, but with the warmth and moisture brought with the Midwestern Spring, the most secure state in which the engorged wood could be forcibly arranged still left a half-inch crack, and Lather’s last chance of privacy was lost.

The latest favorite pastime of *Nice, Big*’s Master necessitated a willing, capable driver, and – as keeping a single Butler (much less an entire household staff) was proving extremely difficult for him – Lenny Lather was the sole pick of the draft. In the earliest hours of one Tuesday morning in February, he’d been pleasantly dosing and drooling on his laptop after an evening of obsessive, incoherent notetaking when the huge door had been kicked ajar by a deep black, blindingly shiny oxford with excessively violent force. Attached to the shoe in an equally blinding penguin tuxedo, towering bowler hat, and cartoonish fake mustache was the Great, Blown Pith.

“Hope you’re not busy,” he’d said quite loudly to the lolling Lather, leaning and tilting his head into the lamp light, which had dislodged his monocle and briefly occupied him with untangling its chain.

…

“You’re not *busy*, are ya?!” he’d shouted, tapping the shiny brass lion’s head of his shiny black cane against the vanity… then swatting it with a flicking wrist… then clubbing it with a full, two-handed homerun swing – taking huge, vaguely cat nose-shaped gouges from the surface of the wood. The splintery wood chips had rained down upon the hunched Lenny; he’d stirred with one found its way in his open mouth – he’d chewed it slowly and swallowed it, but he still had not awoken. Nevertheless, Theodore Pith’s coked-up enthusiasm couldn’t possibly have yielded to common decencies like his guest’s nighttime peace.

…

“SHOOT, LENNY,” he’d screamed in his companion’s ear, having traversed the room to his bedside.

“I SURE HOPE YOU’RE NOT BUSY RIGHT NOW!”

…

Finally, he’d resorted to tickling Lenny’s nose with the ornament, which had reeked with the urinal smell of metal polish – the sudden, overwhelming delivery of which to the writer’s olfactory nerves finally causing ample alarm in his nervous system to justify bringing him abruptly back to his life and deluded host.

“I need a favor. The Duesie’s warming up. We’re going for a ride.”

Unable to form a linguistic response, Lenny Lather had obeyed Theo’s frenzied, repeating instructions and stumbled into the matching suit he’d brought over his arm – wondering with marginal, arrested clarity at how well-tailored it was for him. He had not the soundness of perception to protest when Pith had whipped a deep black, blindingly shiny bowtie around his already-congested esophagus, nor when he’d adheased the huge, itchy matching fake moustache to his upper lip and nearly pulled the matching Tower of Bowler all the way down over his ears. He had been unresponsive when he’d been sat on the bench under the agonizing fluorescent lights of the laundry room, affixed with deep black, blindingly shiny matching oxfords, and asked if he smoked and how well he could say *guffaw.*

…

“Just wait… you have no idea… you have no idea how much fun this is going to be.”

Lenny Lather had not… *could not* have made a sound through the confusing nonsense of his waking pre-Great Depression dream, but when the old servant’s door had been opened before him and set the heartless, single-digit Winter wind upon his very soul, he had all at once arrived in the world, laughing and whooping together with Theodore Pith.

“Jesus *Christ!*” he’d screamed as they’d hobbled to the stable, where a devilishly dark red Model J Duesenberg had sat shivering in a rough idle, staring out the retrofitted garage door with its basketball-sized lights as if it was, indeed, a flesh-and-blood steed that had just been frightened awake by a thunderstorm, but the sky had been as clear as it would’ve been from an asteroid – as it is only on the coldest nights – and almost comically dominated by the setting, gluttonously luminescent moon. Theodore had then grabbed a screwdriver from the workbench and bent down to remove the license plate – which had said *BLOOD* in big black bold block letters – and its containing frame. By the time he had settled into the frigid red leather of the exposed, roofless driver’s seat, Lenny Lather was full-to-bursting with adrenaline and laughing out huge streams of breathy steam. From behind him in the cabin, Pith had been *guffawing* plumes, too, as he’d briefly ignited his cocaine-sprinkled mustache instead of the bratwurst-sized cigar between his teeth. The smell of burning human hair had accented his explanation of the old car’s transmission and its direct path from source-to-nose for Pith had required a brief, unplanned intermission as it induced without warning his violent heaving – still part-*guffawing* – hanging half out of his beautifully-upholstered suicide door.

As he had spewed – expertly sparing the swoop of the gleaming waxy fender – Lenny had found a pair of deep black, blindingly shiny gloves and – after less grinding than you would imagine, to his credit – first gear, setting the whole dastardly circus in motion.

“Where to, Sire?” Lenny had asked, nose lifted to an untenable altitude in a pitiful approximation of an accent that’d never actually been used before by any person or persons in all of history, struggling for breath.

“Left at the gates, Barnsward, old chap,” Theodore had replied in a contrasting fashion after again sitting upright from his heaves and taking a breath, ironing out – if anything – the flatness of his perforating Ohio Ds and Ps, resulting in such a culturally destructive racket that it had set both of them in uncontrollable, cloudy fits lasting long after Lather had swerved the great length of the car from the gravel to his abandoned asphalt retreat. The two had continued their banter down that soul-suckingly flat vector, one-upping each other’s etymologic barbarity against the savage thievery of the heatless wind.

“Now to star-board, Budleigh, my good fellow!”

…

“Right-o, as you say, sir!”

…

“Down to the *pu-hb* for a *spaht* of *brahn*-dee with me *mae-its*!”

…

“*Oncemo-ar* right, pip pip!”

…

“By *jah-lee*, there we are!”

…

After the entirety of Northern European history had been decimated and subsequently forgotten, the Duesenberg named *BLOOD* had turned its orange, googley-eyed stare and narrow whitewalled hooves up the reflective, freshly-painted access of the new 24-hour grocery in the no-man’s-land between the cookie-cutter stares of the neatly-rowed Easterly neighborhood and the droning respiration of Interstate 43, two miles distant. It was 2:12 in the morning and most of the greasy-haired night stocking shift had been halfway through their third smoke break, circled around a store-used picnic table 50 yards from the far sliding airlock doors. The first to spot *BLOOD* had been the second shortest of the lot, whose weary scrutiny along the truest radian to the West from under his sweaty beanie in her entrance she had crossed, and the depth of her red as he first spied it had caused him vertigo – as if he would fall in – and cast upon the shorter-than-average length of his being an all-consuming existential doubt. The tallest and loudest of them had faced squarest the white faux-brick wall of the box building and was at that moment engaged upon a spirited rant about where and where’nt and when a vapist ought to buy his Suck juice between long, gasping Sucks from his super-shiny Suck box. Of course, the arrival of a customer even at such a late hour did not warrant notice at a huge, broadly-servicing operation like theirs, but as *BLOOD* had crept through all four reflective yellow-checkered pedestrian crossings, closing without a flinch, and the details of her occupying caricatures had become more and more numerous, she had stolen the attention of the huddle, one-by-one, and elicited from each the rarest under-breath profanity of true, unmolested wonder.

“*Jesus Christ*,” had said the shortest.

“*Holy fuck,*” had said the youngest.

“*Gee whiz*,” had said the oldest.

## Horizontal Rules

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## Typographic replacements

Enable typographer option to see result.

(c) (C) (r) (R) (tm) (TM) (p) (P) +-

test.. test... test..... test?..... test!....

!!!!!! ???? ,,  -- ---

"Smartypants, double quotes" and 'single quotes'

## Emphasis

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__This is bold text__

*This is italic text*

_This is italic text_

<u>This is underlined text</u>

~~Strikethrough~~

## Blockquotes

> Blockquotes can also be nested...
>
> > ...by using additional greater-than signs right next to each other...
> >
> > > ...or with spaces between arrows.

## Lists

### Unordered

+ Create a list by starting a line with `+`, `-`, or `*`

+ Sub-lists are made by indenting 2 spaces:

- Marker character change forces new list start:

* Ac tristique libero volutpat at

+ Facilisis in pretium nisl aliquet

- Nulla volutpat aliquam velit

+ Very easy!

### Ordered

1. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet
2. Consectetur adipiscing elit
3. Integer molestie lorem at massa

1. You can use sequential numbers...
1. ...or keep all the numbers as `1.`

Start numbering with offset:

57. foo
58. bar

## Code

Inline `code`

Indented code

// Some comments
    line 1 of code
    line 2 of code
    line 3 of code

Block code "fences"

```
code {
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    font-size: 0.85em !important;
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    font-family: proxima-nova-condensed, sans-serif;
    font-weight: 400;
    /* padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px !important; */
}

body #post pre, body#collection pre, body#post pre, body#subpage pre {
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    font-family: proxima-nova-condensed, sans-serif;
    font-weight: 400;
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}
```

Syntax highlighting

``` css
code {
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    font-family: proxima-nova-condensed, sans-serif;
    font-weight: 400;
    /* padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px !important; */
}

body #post pre, body#collection pre, body#post pre, body#subpage pre {
    background: #FFFdeb; !important;
    border: 1px solid #da2573 !important;
    border-radius: 1px !important;
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    font-family: proxima-nova-condensed, sans-serif;
    font-weight: 400;
    /* padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px !important; */
}
```

``` js
var foo = function (bar) {
  return bar++;
};

console.log(foo(5));
```

## Tables

## Links

[link text](http://dev.nodeca.com)

[link with title](http://nodeca.github.io/pica/demo/ "title text!")

Autoconverted link https://github.com/nodeca/pica (enable linkify to see)

## Images

![Extratone Radio](https://i.snap.as/lBCNqyG.png)

Like links, Images also have a footnote style syntax

![Alt text][id]

With a reference later in the document defining the URL location:

[id]: https://i.snap.as/kT0kagG.png  "Bilge Masthead"

## Plugins

The killer feature of `markdown-it` is very effective support of
[syntax plugins](https://www.npmjs.org/browse/keyword/markdown-it-plugin).

### [Emojies](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-emoji)

> Classic markup: :wink: :crush: :cry: :tear: :laughing: :yum:
>
> Shortcuts (emoticons): :-) :-( 8-) ;)

see [how to change output](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-emoji#change-output) with twemoji.

### [Subscript](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-sub) / [Superscript](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-sup)

- 19^th^
- H~2~O

### [\<ins>](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-ins)

++Inserted text++

### [\<mark>](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-mark)

==Marked text==

### [Footnotes](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-footnote)

Over the past few months, I've started several Posts for this blog regarding Twitter, its properties, and its recent feature addition frenzy which I'll probably never finish. I finished the first and narrowest one: [my Tweetbot 6 "review,"](https://bilge.world/tweetbot-6-ios-review) but the (debatably) most important one - highlighting how irresponsibly and distastefully [Twitter butchered Periscope and built Spaces atop its technology](https://github.com/extratone/bilge/issues/79) - would make less and less sense as time goes on. I definitely got caught up in the "death" of the live video streaming service, fueled by my now quite old desire to celebrate it[^1],

[^1]: Because I feel guilty about taking it for granted.

This is some text.[^1] This is some more text in a different sentence.

This is some text anticipating a footnote[^2] in the middle of the fucking sentence.

*/ Footnote 1 link[^first]. */

Footnote 2 link[^second].

Inline footnote^[Text of inline footnote] definition.

Duplicated footnote reference[^second].

[^first]: Footnote **can have markup**

and multiple paragraphs.

[^second]: Footnote text.

### [Definition lists](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-deflist)

Term 1

:   Definition 1
with lazy continuation.

Term 2 with *inline markup*

:   Definition 2

{ some code, part of Definition 2 }
    
    Third paragraph of definition 2.

_Compact style:_

Term 1
  ~ Definition 1

Term 2
  ~ Definition 2a
  ~ Definition 2b

### [Abbreviations](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-abbr)

This is HTML abbreviation example.

It converts "HTML", but keep intact partial entries like "xxxHTMLyyy" and so on.

*[HTML]: Hyper Text Markup Language

### [Custom containers](https://github.com/markdown-it/markdown-it-container)

::: warning
*(ew)*
:::

[1] This is a reference to some text.

[2] This is some fucking text jumping out of the middle of a sentence.

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## Rich Media Embeds

**Testing Write.as' embedly-based automatic media embed service.**

##### Refer to:

- The official [Supported Providers list](https://github.com/embedas/go-embed?tab=readme-ov-file#supported-providers)
- The [announcement blog post](https://micro.baer.works/we-now-support-rich-media-embeds-on-write-as-as-always-i-tried-to-keep-this)
- The [official forum thread](https://discuss.write.as/t/rich-media-embeds/2425)
- My [GitHub Issue](https://github.com/extratone/bilge/issues/28)

~~### Twitter~~

~~Below is the RAW URL to a Twitter Moment~~

~~https://twitter.com/i/events/1395934071197474828~~

### Web Archive Embed?

Boy, will I be *absolutely chuffed* if this works at all:

` End `

### Spotify

Below is the raw URL to an open.spotify podcast episode link.

https://open.spotify.com/episode/65yv6gvutNjjCrF4oeQFlc

` End `

### Are.na

Below is the raw URL to an individual Arena block.

https://www.are.na/block/5507359

` End `

### Gists

Below is a Gist example posted in Raw URL form

https://gist.github.com/extratone/614effdd51bac74793ef627a1174e972

` End `

### Instagram

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<script async src="//www.instagram.com/embed.js"></script>

Below is a *single-photo* public Instagram post URL. Above is the heinous result when you query Instagram's own embed tool.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BLwHiPkBbXG

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### Mixcloud

Below is a raw Mixcloud URL to a medium-length stream.

https://www.mixcloud.com/davod/тнαиkfυl-fσя-bαиdcαмρ-2018-мix/

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### Last.fm

Below is a raw Last.fm URL to an individual track.

https://www.last.fm/music/Kalibration/_/A+Halting+Machine

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And now to an artist(?)

https://www.last.fm/music/Kalibration

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And now to a user profile.

https://www.last.fm/user/Crazyhooligin

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### Imgur

https://imgur.com/gallery/GcpLylS

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### Apple Music (Embed)

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## Images

![Extratone Radio](https://i.snap.as/lBCNqyG.png)

The embed below is an example of a *Markdown* image embed that's also a Markdown link! (I learned how to do this [from our community's own Dino Bansigan](https://dub.sh/dinobed) ... after wondering if it was possible for years.

[![Mood](https://davidblue.blog/uploads/2024/mood.jpg)](https://whyp.it/tracks/32290/hilary-duff-with-love-bkj4Y)

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