“Genres” piss me off:


Quite frankly, I am so totally over the whole “genre”-thing, I can’t even be bothered.

I tried to give a shit, I really did:  I genuinely tried to take the (misbegotten and idiotic) notion of a unified aesthetic “scene” involving a narrowly-circumscribed sonic “palette”, ready-made “tropes”, and clothing/hair-styles seriously — but I just don’t seem to have whatever serious cognitive defect is involved in that level of herd-conformity/pretentiousness seriously..

Quite frankly, any of the above-mentioned bullshit indicates that you don’t actually “like” any of it – and are merely using it as a system of “subcultural shibboleths”.

I find such things ridiculous.  I simply cannot help it.

I don’t find herd-conformity (even to a “niche” subculture) to be at all ‘edgy” – let alone “rebellious”.  Likewise, I simply can’t make myself stupid enough to be able to do/enjoy things “ironically”.

What the hell does that even mean, exactly?  “Oops!  I just did something/expressed an opinion which conflicts with the particular STEREOTYPE I’m slavishly aping!  Gotta figure out some way to “distance” myself from that lapse!  I know…..maybe if I SMIRK AT IT, I can “bluff” my way out of having failed to be sufficiently conformist!”

Doing things “ironically” is tantamount to the attempt to spit in your own face.

TL;DR: shove your “microgenre” bullshit. 

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.




So, this is actually pretty impressive

Rummaging in the Debian repositories.
Found an application called QTM which is essentially an application for writing/publishing blog posts “offline” (IE: without having to use the “post to my blog” applet).

This is actually pretty cool, because I genuinely like the minimalism of the interface, and also the fact that I can compose/edit posts in a thorough fashion.

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve concluded that approximately 90% of the content on most blogs (and the vast majority of “websites”/social media in general), is fluff. Nobody gives a shit what you had for breakfast 3 days ago.

To be honest, this goes for my own efforts at blogging as well.

I mean, seriously: how many times can I blog about the “geography of religion”, or Karl’s idiocy, or how much my “blood-kin” suck – and still expect it to be at all interesting?

Not as often as you’d think.

Worse yet, the fact that I blog about the above issues doesn’t translate into anything actually chainging, about them:

1. 99% of the global population will still continue to merely ape and parrot their religious “beliefs” and “practices” from others – as opposed to actually bothering to think them through rationally. (Regrettably, Emotional blackmail “works”, far too frequently.)

2. If my “blood”-kin actually gave a shit aboutt my views/values, (or even just about me as a person), they wouldn’t have mistreated me they way they did, in the first place.

3. Same goes for Karl: if he was either willing – or able – to be better, then he would do so – without me complaining about it on the blog.

So, what the hell am I doing, exactly?

Same objections obtain in relation to broader sociopoligical issues: Trump voters are stupid/gullible/racist/xenophobic/sexist etc. – and nothing I post to this blog (or anywhere else) will magically change that.

So, there’s the ironic thing:

I’ve simultaneously figured out how to make the process of “blogging” easier – and also realized that most of what I’ve been “blogging” about was utterly pointless.

On some level, I guess my reasoning with this blog has to do with it being a “cautionary tale”: about the perils of mindlessness and enabling one’s own destroyers.

Thing is: no matter who this blog manages to ‘reacdh”, it will NEVER be those who caused the problems in the first place.

Karl’s *true* motivation behind the “computer museum”:

Karl has been fantasizing about a “computer museum” as long as I’ve known him.

At first I thought that this was merely a particularly flimsy rationalization for compulsive hoarding.   Now, I’m beginning to think his motivations are both more complex, and infinitely uglier:

The story and metaphor of The Dog in the Manger derives from an old Greek fable which has been transmitted in several different versions. Interpreted variously over the centuries, the metaphor is now used to speak of those who spitefully prevent others from having something that they themselves have no use for. Although the story was ascribed to Aesop’s Fables in the 15th century, there is no ancient source that does so.


The short form of the fable as cited by Laura Gibbs is: “There was a dog lying in a manger who did not eat the grain but who nevertheless prevented the horse from being able to eat anything either.”[1]


Where does Karl fit into this?

Well, for starters, he knows that the “computer museum” will never happen (barring a string of outright miraculous events).  His rickety shit-bucket of a jeep is barely drivable, so he cannot even get over to the storage units to sift through the “collection” – even if he wanted to do so.

Karl is stupid, but even he can’t help but recognize the fact that he will never be in a position to do anything with the “collection”.

A sane person would use the (few) good items from the “collection” to generate seed-funding to get him the hell out of that area.  Purportedly, Karl can “just walk into” pretty much any tech-related job – if he could manage to escape Pennsylvania.

Therefore, a sane person would have come to regard the storage-units as a stone around his neck, in that he can neither organize or transport the contents.

At this point, Karl’s motivation amounts to “I can’t do anything with the stuff – but at least I *have* it!!!“.

IN other words, he continues to hoard the stuff NOT because he actually believes that the “computer museum” will ever happen – but merely to prevent anyone else from getting access to the hoard.

If he really gave a shit about “educating people about the history of microcomputers” or suchlike, he could donate the collection to one of several computer museums which actually exist. (Assuming, of course, that any of the stuff is actually good – which is exceedingly unlikely, given Karl’s tendency toward negligence and anti-effort.  (e.g. the rusty tube-tester, the Yaesu Vx-7 which ended up damaged because he “accidentally” forgot to remove the batteries, the boxes of water-damaged textbooks, etc.)

Karl is a half-wit who has most likely managed to damage or destroy the contents of his “collection”.  The worst part is: he would rather do so, than have LEGITIMATE collectors/museums gain access to the hoard.

In principle, Karl’s antics are no different from the following video:

The only real “difference” between Karl’s antics and the above video is: at least the guys in the video had FUN destroying the machine.

Karl’s destruction is by way of mere negligence.


The BK “OK Google” ad highlights exactly what features would NEED to be installed – and easily configurable – before I will *ever* get one of these type of devices:

  1. The ability to change the “hot-word” to a word/phrase of my own choosing.
  2. The ability to “train” the device to specifically respond to only specific individuals — especially if there’s any kind of “smart-home” remote activation shit set up.  (Hint: I don’t want some (B)advertising shit-clown creating a campaign based around hijacking my lights, or some shit like that.)
  3. The iron-clad ability to get the device to NOT be “listening” to everything – either for a predefined period of time (IE: “OK Google – go dormant for 2 hours” – or  until such time as a manual key-press/code-sequence is entered.

In other words: a reasonable amount of control over the device itself.

Otherwise: fuck that noise.


Sad — I actually *like* Burger King:


Essentially, here’s the sequence of events:

  1. Burger King  (or some Don Draper wannabe contracted by them), (clandestinely) edits the Wikipedia entry related to their “Whopper” hamburger, turning it into blatant ad-copy.
  2.  The same “genius” outfit creates a 15-second TV ad designed to trick a “Google Home” device/Android phone in the proximity to a TV playing back the ad, into reading off the aforementioned, corrupted Wikipedia article.
  3. Predictably, this pisses off approximately 100% of those unlucky enough to have their Google/Android device in close proximity to their TV.  Since many of them are tech-savvy, “Early adopter”-types, the proceed to vandalize the shit out of the Wikipedia article – so that it no longer reads like “ad-copy” (and in so doing, render the entire “advertising” campaign utterly nonfunctional, in short order (pun very much intended).
  4. Google (responding to a shitstorm of complaints from the above tech-savvy folks) patches their home device/android phones, to ensure that they no longer respond to the ad.
  5. (hypothetical – but I genuinely hope true): Somewhere, a drunken, weeping “ad-man” sticks a handgun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger – leaving the world just that much cleaner.

I am genuinely glad that people culture-jammed the FUCK out of this gimmicky bullshit, before I stumbled across it.  (Not that I have a goodle speaker-thingy.)

Now I know NOT to put the Google speaker-thingy in proximity to my TV.  (Assuming, of course, I ever get one, or if I do, that I leave it “active” (and presumably listening in on my every move).

“Bad”-vertisers and MARKETARDS can ALL FUCKING swing.