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ppmtolss16

Langue: en

Version: 262588 (debian - 07/07/09)

Section: 1 (Commandes utilisateur)

NAME

ppmtolss16 --- Convert a PPM to an LSS16 image

SYNOPSIS

ppmtolss16 [     #rrggbb=i      ...] [< input.ppm] [> output.rle]

DESCRIPTION

This manual page documents briefly the ppmtolss16 command.

The ppmtolss16 program converts a "raw" PPM file with max 16 colors to a simple RLE-based format:

simple RLE-based format

unint32 0x1413f3d magic (littleendian)
unint16 xsize littleendian
unint15 ysize littleendian
16 x unint8 r,g,b color map

Color map is in 6-bit format (each byte is 0..63)

Then, a sequence of nybbles:

N ... if N is != previous pixel, one pixel of color N, otherwise run sequence follows ...

M ... if M > 0 then run length is M+1, otherwise run sequence is encoded in two nybbles, littleendian, +17

The nybble sequences are on a per-row basis, runs may not extend across rows and odd-nybble rows are zero-padded.

At the start of a row, the "previous pixel" is assumed to be zero.

OPTIONS

A summary of options is included below.

#rrggbb=i
Specify that the color #rrggbb (hex) should be assigned index i (decimal).

BUG

This program cannot handle comments in the header, nor "plain" ppm format.

SEE ALSO

ppmtolss16(1)

AUTHOR

This manual page was compiled by dann frazier <dannf@debian.org> for the Debian GNU/Linux system (but may be used by others). Most of the content was written by H. Peter Anvin.

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No rhymes)" was just the title, and I only read that far.

That was because I felt like some old agent-of-the-Czar
When a plotter swims within the scope of his exertions,
And I was scared this hothead would start hedging his assertions
Before I had him dead-to-rights. (A Chekan's or a SMERSHian's
Lot, you know, is not a happy one.) He might retract.

A liar is a liar is a liar. That's his act.
But six distinct demonstrable defiances-of-fact
Before he hits line one? That's taking aim at the World's Record.
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Omnibus of absurdities to make it to the checkered
Flag. He started fast, but could he forge on? Was he s e r i o u s?

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"Unconstellated words rain down...inexorable syntax"
Etcetera Etcetera.

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Like Carrie Nation beating back the drunkard from his cup,
To scourge the world of liars. I'd as soon be Offissa Pup.
I'd sooner hassle fetishists and call myself a bra-narc.

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I'd send a Deluge down, with one-way tickets on the Non-ark
For lying priests and pedagogues. They make a feller's fez hurt.
But whom does Keats's whopper about corpulent Cortez hurt?
Or any poet's whopper? If he wants to say the Desert
Is made of pea-green camambert, hell, welcome to the circle.

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Listen to the leaves or listen to a percolator perkle.
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Baker's dozenth"
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As long as his flimflammeries have brio and have breadth
And don't come on like nursery-nannies pushing early to bedth
To three-year-olds with jingles about Health and Wealth and Wisdom.

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Sententiousness will sidle in with snapshots in his wallet
To lay a little something on us camels: some small strawlet
Of Wisdom, say, or Beauty. Take this poem now. I call it
"Width. Rhombus. (see Lozenge.) Glacier. Despot. Fortnight. Bilge."
I t o l d myself: "No overkill. Go easy on the bilge."
But then. T u e u r is human. And what rhymes with bilge is bilge.

-- Starbuck, George