Why does Karl get away with being how he is?

Karl’s latest claim is the notion that everything that is happening to him is “being done to” him – by others.  He is utterly blameless for any of it.

Let’s think about this:

  1. His father had to sue him in order to get Karl to remove the copious amounts of E-waste cluttering up the basement/garage – some of which had been languishing there for more than twenty years.
  2. He has either been fired from every job he ever had, or “maneuvered into quitting” (whatever that means).
  3. Both “romantic” relationships ended horribly – with both women explicitly stating that he cared more about the hoarded E-waste than he cared about them.
  4. Supposedly, the only thing he can “afford” to do anymore (other than occasionally go to the laundromat) is loiter around in various parking-lots for hours on end, listening to “paranormal” (on Satellite radio), and watching for burnt-out license-plate bulbs.

Now, let’s think about exactly how much of the above is being “done to” him:

  1. His parents were insanely generous to permit him to amass such a vast amount of e-waste.  They were also amazingly generous to refrain from disposing of all of it, after he moved out, the first time.
  2. Likewise, they were extremely generous to allow him to move back in, after the first romantic relationship failed (IE: the one with the woman who later claimed to have enjoyed her various mental-hospital stays more than living with Karl).
  3. He has been gradually pissing away the (vanishingly few) opportunities for employment in “his field” in that area – most likely building up a reputation as an unreliable, arrogant nut-ball.  During the same period, he has steadfastly refused to even consider exploring job opportunities outside of “his field” (IE: those not directly related to electronics/computers/radio, etc.)
  4. He is incapable of even pretending that his romantic-partners are real people.  He  seems to regard them as ambulatory fuck-toys (as evidenced by the fact that he stubbornly insists on everything about the “relationship” centering on his pet obsessions/delusions (IE: the hoarded scrap).
  5. The “computer museum” will never happen.  Karl is either unable  (or unwilling) to recognize the fact that the money he is wasting on the storage units/Mexican prepaid cell phone account/satellite radio subscription etc. – could be used to repair his rickety shit-bucket of a jeep, and/or as “seed-funding” to enable him to GTFO, and relocate to an area where he might have better prospects.

Predictably, Karl has resorted to  exactly the sort of “victim-mentality” he purportedly hates – as a means to avoid recognizing the fact that he has managed to  (irremediably) fuck everything up, at every turn.

The only “positive” aspect of Karl’s existence is the fact that he is most likely too apathetic to even bother committing suicide.  Suicide would involve things like decision-making, the purposeful expenditure of effort, planning, etc. – none of which are even vaguely possible to Karl.




Well, Karl managed to fuck things up, again:

Evidently, today karl was called in for an “informal meeting” with the owner of the place where he works.  Basically- according to the owner – his job performance is abysmally bad.

He neglects to fill out paperwork correctly.  He is drastically behind schedule on every project they assign him (read; probably too busy fucking around, scavenging random crap from police stations and such).  Basically, according to Karl, they are “attempting to maneuver him into quiting”.

He is scheduled for another “informal meeting” with the owner of the company again, tomorrow.  He strongly believes that he will be fired, at that meeting.

He admits that his co-workers hate him, and that his last several performance-reviews have been “just barely adequate”.  Of course, Karl is too much of a narcissist to admit any level of culpability for his predicament.

If (when?) he is fired, he will no longer have access to the work van.  The rickety shitbucket of a jeep is not merely illegal to drive, it is also physically incapable of being driven reliably (since it is in need of serious repairs).

Thus, if (when?) he is terminated from this job, he will be essentially unable to even search for another one, or drive to it, if he could do so.

The resultant lack of income also ensures that the rickety shit-bucket of a  jeep will be repossessed (which has already happened at least twice, already).

He will also be unable to pay the rent on both his trailer, and the myriad of storage units of E-waste.

Most likely, he will end up homeless and lost both the storage-units and the vehicle.

In other words, Karl has managed to (yet again) do what Karl always manages to do: FUCK EVERYTHING UP BEYOND RECOVERY.

Hopefully, no other tech-related business will be stupid enough to hire him, after this one.

Most probably result?  several hours of weepy, maudlin whining about how all of his misfortunes are  the result of some sort of paranormal entity/curse – followed by several days/weeks/months of him lurking in parking-lots, staring vacantly at burnt-out license plate bulbs.




Steven K. Roberts is interesting:

One of my favorite books is Computing Across America, by Steven K. Roberts.

This book was published in 1988, but it chronicles a genuinely amazing lifestyle which Steve Roberts had been living since 1983.  In essence, he was a free-lance tech developer/writer, who decided that the standard “Yuppie”/Suburbia lifestyle was horrible, and proceeded to invent a whole new lifestyle, involving:

  1. An increasingly impressive recumbent bicycle, which (gradually) ended up tricked out with a truly impressive amount of communications and computer technology.
  2. Traveling around the U.S., writing about his advantures, doing freelance technical writing, etc. – by means of a Radio Shack model 100 portable computer, and the Compuserve network.
  3. Later, generating media “buzz”, and doing appearances related to the above-mentioned “tech-nomadic” lifestyle.

This lifestyle (or some variant) went on well into at least the 1990s, at which time he appears to have changed direction to some degree, gotten more of a “home base” somewhere or other out west, and started development on what appears to be some kind of sea-worthy home/worskshop.

The whole thing just amazes me, from square one.

His website is at https://microship.com/

Quite frankly, the whole thing is amazing from square one.

When I first became aware of the guy (back int he early 1990s), this was literally everything I wanted to become.  However (due at least in part to the fact that I am fairly severely visually-impaired, and not anywhere near as “tech-savvy” as this guy – it never happened.

The book itself is amazing, in that (at least in the early years) one of his primary goals appears to have been to “bang” as many women as possible, in a myriad of different areas – using his “tech-nomadic” lifestyle as a come-on.

He also appears to have “crashed” on a lot of folks’ couches over the years (having compiled something he describes as a “hospitality database” of people he befriended on the Compuserve boards, back in the day.

the whole thing is just amazingly cool, although, I can understand at least some of why he changed up his lifestyle a bit over the years:

  1. Hacking together a suitable setup wouldn’t be nearly as difficult, today: custom bike designs, 3d printer technology, smaller/faster processors, etc.  Hell, I’m pretty sure even I could cobble something together nowadays, given enough inclination to do so.   He effectively did most of the “beta”-testing for anybody who would want to do something like that, afterward.
  2. It probably wouldn’t be nearly as fun, nowadays: Anybody with a cool, high-tech recumbent bicycle of that sort would probably end up getting robbed and murdered, having the bike cannibalized, and being left to rot down, out in the weeds, somewhere.

Either that, or any prospective “Tech-nomad” would have to carry firearms of some kind (at least a hand-gun), which could get potentially “sticky” in some regions.

Several reason I could probably never nerve myself up to actually live anything even remotely resembling his lifestyle – even though I do genuinely admire it, as so totally badass as to be nearly unbelievable.

I’d like to meet the guy at some point, but he and his wife live….somewhere out west (Oregon?)

Probably never happen.

Yes,  well.



I should have realized it back then:

My wife and I relocated to Florida in November 2010.  At that point, I hadn’t really had any contact with Karl since some point during 2008 (because he had annoyed me).

I should have realized exactly how stupid Karl was back in 2008 – but I didn’t.

Here’s the problem:

Back then, I used to (occasionally) attempt to help him out with the storage units of E-scrap.  At that point, he was already going on about how he should relocate to Texas/Arizona/North Carolina, wherever — any of the myriad of places where he could supposedly ‘walk into” any electronics/computer-related job, with no effort expended, whatsoever.

The thing he claimed was stopping him?  How to sift/move the storage units full of scrap.

At minimum, this would have required the following (even back then):

  1. Systematically sort (and catalog) every item.
  2. Figure out how to pack the above items in such as way that they woudln’t be damaged/destroyed during the move.  (Bubble wrap?  Rubbermaid tubs?)
  3. Transport the entire collection (via how many truckloads?), to – wherever.
  4. Dump all of it into storage units in the new location.

Alternatively, his other “plan” consisted of leaving the “collection” in PA, while he relocated to wherever, after which he would continue paying for the storage units, until such time as he was able to get back to PA, to actually do steps 1-4, at some indeterminate point in the future.

Presumably, when he had accrued enough “vacation time”/funds.

Needless to say, this was an abysmally stupid idea (as is everything else Karl has ever devised).

Put bluntly, it is a foregone conclusion that karl would be unable to refrain from accumulating ANOTHER equivalent hoard of scrap at the new location – resulting in him being buried under another hoard.

Of course, this was also at a time when his vehicle was at least semi-functional (before he acquired the rickety shit-bucket of a jeep), and prior to his credit rating being irremediably fucked, due to the medical bills from the hernia surgery.

TL;DR: Karl was /is stupid, and is now irremediably fucked.

I used to try to help him “back in the day” -even when he treated me like garbage.

I will never make that mistake again.




I haven’t heard from Karl in several weeks: GOOD.

  1. I haven’t had to sit through 45 minutes (or more) of his incessant whining about how shitty his “lifestyle” is – the endless pawing through boxes of scrap, the fact that his rickety shit-bucket of a jeep is still technically illegal for him to drive (because it is neither inspected nor registered), the fact that he doesn’t “trust” it to run well enough for him to go over to the repeater site (where he used to loiter incessantly), to say nothing of the various storage-units also crammed floor-to-ceiling with un-sorted scrap, etc.
  2. I haven’t had to listen to him yammer incessantly about david Icke, Fritz springmeir, or any of his other inane “paranormal” obsessions – including the “fact” that he has seen an inordinate number of burnt-out license plate lights.
  3. I haven’t had to listen to him whine about the shitiness of his job, how “under-appreciated” he is,  how he could supposedly “be doing so much more”, etc. — when he can’t even manage to sort the garbage cluttering his trailer enough to be able to use the kitchen.

All in all, not having to hear him whine, throw tantrums, and then hang up on me has been a wonderful thing.

Just sayin’.


I’ll freely admit that the “Geography of religion” has shaped ME, too:

Quite frankly, if I had not been subjected to the (comparatively) out-of-the-ordinary mess that passes for “Pennsylvania Dutch” culture, I would probably have turned out more like (almost) everyone else I’ve ever met: I would probably have (uncritically) “swallowed” whatever had been foisted on me during childhood.

this is especially true for people who are born and “raised” in a “monolithic” (sub)culture.

For example: if I had been born into a Mennonite (or Amish) family, I would have been “programmed” almost from birth to avoid “excessive” contact with anyone originating from “outside” of that specific subculture.

At the base of any such subcultural “identity” is the notion of “us” vs. “them”.  Moreover, there is always an implicit – and/or explicit – notion that “their” way of life/beliefs, etc. are inferior to “ours”, and more, that “excessive” contact with them is somehow “dangerous”.

This makes sense from the standpoint of control: how are you going to perpetrate your specific ethno-religious “subculture” on the next generation of ignorant slaves, unless you can convince (or frighten) them into obeying your edicts?

This is where the animus against “foreign” ideas comes from:  no subcultural “identity” can perpetuate itself if it cannot convince (or delude) those subject to it, that it is right.

The best way to do that is: “if WE are “right”….and THEY differ from us — then THEY must be WRONG.”

A perfect illustration of this is the following Moral Oren clip:

<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/66109047″>S2 E8 – The Lords Prayer</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user17843766″>peppermint larry</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

This is one reason (among many) why the Amish tend to faction over ever more petty and inane bullshit (like some guy’s hat-brim being “too wide”, or suchlike).

Or, as the joke I’ve posted a few times now puts it:

The funniest joke

I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump. I ran over and said: “Stop. Don’t do it.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he asked.

“Well, there’s so much to live for!”

“Like what?”

“Are you religious?”

He said: “Yes.”

I said: “Me too. Are you Christian or Buddhist?”


“Me too. Are you Catholic or Protestant?”


“Me too. Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?”


“Wow. Me too. Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?”

“Baptist Church of God.”

“Me too. Are you original Baptist Church of God, or are you Reformed Baptist Church of God?”

“Reformed Baptist Church of God.”

“Me too. Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1915?”

He said: “Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1915.”

I said: “Die, heretic scum,” and pushed him off.





Time For another dip into the pseudo-intellectual chamber-pot that is Karl’s “mind”:

Probably the single best window into the workings of Karl’s “mind” would be his “hideously experimental homepage”.


This isn’t so much a “homepage” as an entire site of pages dedicated to….well, you’ll see for yourselves. 🙂

Karl brags about the fact that he “hand-coded” the various pages using a text editor (as opposed to a WYSIWYG editor.)

This would be more impressive, if he had also put even a modicum of thought into ensuring that the site itself wasn’t blindingly ugly.

THIS is the background image, in isolation:

A rundown of the contents:

  1. A color-spiral (most likely screen-capped from some “Euro-Demo” or other)
  2. Some partially-disassembled computers
  3. An Amiga
  4. A TRS-80 Coco 2
  5. some random bread-boarded mess
  6. A kitten

Keep in mind: he didn’t simply post the separate images themselves.  Instead, he as COMBINED THEM INTO A SINGLE, COMPOSITE IMAGE, which is then “tiled”, for use as the background image on the FIRST page confronting visitors to his ugly-ass page.

Now,, (assuming that visitors haven’t simply fled from this hideous, seizure-inducing monstrosity out of hand, we get to what Karl considers to constitute worthwhile “content” for a web-site.

First, we get THIS:

Karl claims to love Max Headroom.

Now, you might be wondering why he is such a fan.  Is it because anything about the show itself makes for worthwhile viewing?

Predictably, no.

Karl’s “reasoning” is as follows:

Max rulez! Partly because, like Techno’s web pages, he was created on an
Amiga computer.”


Notwithstanding the publicity for the character, the real image of Max was not computer-generated. Computing technology in the mid-1980s was not sufficiently advanced for a full-motion, voice-synchronized human head to be practical for a television series. Max’s image was actually that of actor Matt Frewer in latex and foam prosthetic makeup with a fiberglass suit created by Peter Litten and John Humphreys of Coast to Coast Productions in the UK. This was then superimposed over a moving geometric background. Even the background was not created using computer graphics at first; it was a piece of hand-drawn cel animation produced by Rod Lord, who created similar “computer-generated” images for the TV series Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Later, in the United States version, the backgrounds were generated by a Commodore Amiga computer.


In other words (according to Karl’s “reasoning”), the only thing about Max Headroom which actually ‘rulez” is the fact that they generated the background imagery behind a guy in a latex mask, using an Amiga computer – during that latter part of the U.S. run of the show.

Moreover, even when they used an Amiga, it was merely to duplicate the existing cel-animations.

(Sorry, but this strikes me as equivalent to claiming that 1980s TV news “rulez” because they happened to use a “video-toaster” to do the text overlays).

Some other “highlights” of this ugly train-wreck of a “homepage”:

The Psion Series 3c is Techno’s favorite portable computer
(at least until the development of an Amiga laptop)

Techno compares Personal Digital Assistants and Palmtops

One 8-bit microcomputer stands out above the rest:
the TRS-80 Color Computer

The TRS-80 Model 100 is an impressive retro portable computer

Check out Techno’s Microcomputer Museum and Calculator Collection

Techno comments on the PC and the Mac

Techno rants and raves on various topics…

Another product of Techno’s twisted mind: Binary Poetry


Now, notice a few things:

  1. Any sane person would place the Psion series 3c stuff as a sub-page in his comparison of “personal digital assistants and palmtops”.
  2. Why the hell is the Color Computer stuff NOT a sub-page of his “computer museum”?
  3. He has a calculator collection.

I’m not going to waste time wading through his inane yip-yap about computers, except to point out that he couldn’t even get the “max Headroom” thing right.  Make of this what you will.

My only major other complaint about this is his use of the term “PeeCee” in reference to what any sane person would probably term either “Wintel” or “x86-architecture”, or suchlike.

(True, I use the term “Micro$oft” occasionally, but that is a genuinely clever “wordplay”, based on the fact that the corporation in question is rapaciously greedy and “gouging”).

The term “PeeCee” is just….what, exactly?

Does he believe that DELIBERATELY ADDING extraneous letters is somehow “pejorative”, in some way?

Are we supposed to think of “seeing” someone “pee?”


At any rate:

After his (poorly-sorted) internal link-farm, the illustrious gentleman goes on to opine thusly:

This page looks best viewed on an Amiga, but supports all browsers (including Lynx, like any worthwhile page). Techno’s pages are not enhanced for Netscrape, and the only sort of Explorer which meets with Techno’s approval comes from Ford.

This page is perpetually under construction…

Last updated: 14 February 2001 (but Techno’s other pages may have been updated more recently)

Brought to you by the mind of Techno and the resources of Digital Indigo Technologies

Ah….where to even begin? (sigh….)

  1. The fact that his “perpetually under-construction” site hasn’t been updated in nearly twenty years?
  2. The fact that the aforementioned Ford Explorer ended up undrivable, langishing in his parents’ back yard — with animals living in it?
  3. Yes Karl, we totally “get” the fact that the Amiga gives you total “Geek-wood”.  You *also* “collect” calculators.

I think the most blatantly idiotic part of the whole site is the Binary Poetry:



Well, it rhymes, doesn’t it? 🙂

Converting the above from binary to decimal, we get:





Answer: No, you pretentious, pseudo-intellectual little shit-nugget, is DOESN”t “rhyme”.

There: I’ve saved you the trouble of having to wade through Karl’s inane, brain-destroying “homepage”.

You’re welcome. 🙂