✨Dada's Little Prince✨

example,
(2^3)*-1 + (2^2)*0 + (2^1)*1 + (2^0)*0 = -8 + 0 + 2 + 0 = -6.

So, yeah. This is a more in-depth explanation of integers... But yes, things behave really weirdly on overflows. You suddenly go from the highest number to the lowest on overflows, and that causes bugs.
(2/2)

An alternative way to look at binary, is a sum of 2^n, where n is the "index", starting at 0 and growing from right to left.

So the unsigned number, "1010", is (2^3)*1 + (2^2)*0 + (2^1)*1 + (2^0)*0 = decimal 10.
For 2's complement, the highest (leftmost) bit becomes negative. For the previous (1/2)

Not to be pedantic, and I'm sure you only did it for simplicity:

Computers actually use 2's complement internally.

To make a negative number, you actually flip all the bits and add 1.

Therefore:
decimal 1 -> binary 0001
decimal -1 -> {
Flip 0001 -> 1110
Add 1 -> 1111
}
-1 is 1111.

3 months since I last posted! Yeah, am still here, still diaper brained, still cuddling Eddie, and still thinking about writing! Not sure what I could write about, though. Suggestions appreciated :3

I think that's enough of a portfolio 🥺

Won't be reposting the others... Didn't quite make the mark I think.

Need to get more inspo though! Maybe one day I'll write something real good :3

Bab thoughts:

Grunties.
Hghnnmff---!!!
*BLORT FWUMP*

A sigh of relief, lulling out your tongue, dropping the paci and drooling all over.

So saggy, stinky and good...

Crayons (5/5).

Soon you are yet again alone with your crayons and colouring book, and a warm feeling in your tummy.

You resume your colouring, wondering if there could ever be anything better than Daddy's love.

Crayons (4/5).

As he places the reddish-coloured crayon on your hand, you hurriedly suck on your paci.
Daddy gives your diaper a squish, smiles, and leaves as quickly as he came.

Crayons (3/5).
"I see they found themselves a new home!"

You blush, completely unaware that you were soaked until Daddy pointed that out.

Daddy squats down, and picks up a crayon and holds it up to your blushing cheeks.
"I know just the right color for you to paint Mars with!"

Crayons (2/5).

"Oh, there they are!" — Daddy says through a laugh.
Not understanding what was so funny, you stare back at him with a confused face.

He explains: "Oh, I've been looking for them... Ever since they've been missing from your pamper's print!"

Bab Thoughts:
Crayons (1/5).
Ah, nothing like laying on your tummy, drawing up yet another piece for the art gallery (the fridge)! You love drawing for daddy! Today, your crayons gave life to some martians in your coloring book.

Playing on the floor (3/3).

"*sniff* Are you... pooping your pants?" — As you hear the last words you'll understand from Daddy today, you sit back down with a smush into your warm, mushy, stinky diaper, drool seeping from under your paci, in pure infantile bliss.

Playing on the floor (2/3).

You stop in your tracks, grunting against your paci as a loud BLORT is heard. A newfound warm mess tents the back of your crinkly diapers.

Bab thoughts:
Playing on the floor (1/3).

You got your best stuffie friend and your blankie with you, sitting on the floor on top of your legs as you "nyooom" your toy car in-between your blocks.

Bab Thoughts:

Tummy aches... Right after Dada falls asleep. Now... Are you going to wake daddy up or let the smell do it for you?

I think I'll be reposting some stuff from Twitter... Not that it was that great in the first place 🥺