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November 17, 2017

Tesla twuck athon

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:56 pm

Disclaimer, I have driven wagons in the past for money.

Disclaimer, I have been a certified marine and hydraulic engineer in the past for money.

Disclaimer, I am old enough to have picked up a lot of experience directly, and heard an awful lot of things one step removed from others, eg I never owned a fleet of wagons, but I worked for a guy that did.

So, the tesla twuck, it has to be said with a lisp, as in, it HAS to be said with a lisp, because even if it wasn’t vapourware, it isn’t a truck.

Daimler is making one now, it’s not vapourware, and it is a truck, meaning it has a proper ladder chassis and that is basically how it is sold, all variations on a theme from there based on standard parts and dimensions, container carrier, flatbed, curtainsider, box, often made by separate companies such as boalloy and all basically standard parts.

Because the primary purpose of trucks is to transport shit, and so 99% of everything is either going to be based around 10/20/30/40 foot containers or euro-pallets, or standard 250 cube boxes that just fit in standard wagons.

If you run trucks, you care about the following, in no specific order;

  • can the body design handle the loads you envisage paying your way? And yes, even tractor trailer with 5th wheel there are factors that *heavily* influence the trailer and loads possible.
  • can the drivetrain be maintained economically without too much john deere esqu vendor lock in?
  • does it comply with legislation where you want to run it eg max weight per axle, a very different thing to max weight.
  • how much fuel does it use in money terms, do not forget a diesel filler cap on 50 gallon tanks has no ongoing costs.
  • how much do tyres cost per 10,000 vehicle miles
  • how much to insure and otherwise certify and make legal.

There is *lots* more, but those are the high points, for the tesla twuck, let’s look at the answers.

  1. not even mentioned, the most significant part of a truck, not even mentioned.
  2. no, shined away with some bullshit about a million mile guarantee, well a million miles ain’t nothing special for a wagon, and there are *plenty* of cases of wagons with a million miles on the original engine and drivetrain
  3. not even mentioned, but a distinct lack of axles there so it’s probably going to be an issue
  4. claimed 2 kwh per mile, for vapourware, and I’m gonna go right out on a limb here and call total bullshit, a toy twuck might do that, a working truck loaded never will
  5. tyres, tyres, tyres, tyres, o-60 times for trucks hauling 60,000 lbs, puhleese, dunlop will buy shares, and you’ll be changing tyres every time you stop to recharge, and I call bullshit on the 2 kwh per mile because the tyres alone on a loaded wagon will consume more than that as they rotate and deform under load, tyre heat comes from somewhere people, and that’s rotating in free air and they still get hot
  6. the unknown always costs more than the known.

So I call total bullshit on the twuck, as a fucking minimum you want individual tyre pressure and temperature monitoring (this is 2017 people) and realtime reporting, because that’s your bread and butter right there, and there is NO FUCKING WAY you make it even possible to feed so much torque through the tyres that you start talking about 0-60 times you’re out the door before you even came in… .. friend of mine just had all new boots on his scania tractor rig, that’s be £5,270 fitted, if he ran his own trailers that would be another £4k for a twin axle or £3.5k for a triple.

Next thing you would want is a kick-ass GPS, proper truck gps are already pretty good, won’t send you under low bridges or down narrow roads or over stuff that can’t carry your weight, but tesla is supposed to be techno, so the fucking last thing you want is a fucking autopilot lifted from a model x….. no autopilot is fine, but a gps that calculates a route based on inclines and distance and junctions and so on to give a minimum energy solution, that would sell, but the twuck does not have that, just the autopilot.

Nor does the twuck mention air, back in the day we used to make trucks with a clutch on the compressor so it only ran when the tanks needed air, then we went to systems that were always on and just blew off the excess, now we have more hybrid systems, but it HAS to have air braking, and it has to have air, so it has to have a compressor, and the sizes are legally mandated for various uses, no mention of it at all.

This one really troubles me, with wagons the air handling system isn’t some peripheral or accessory like the alternator in your car, it’s a core part of the design, daimler electric trucks make a point of telling you that the air handling is all standard, it doesn’t just do the brakes, it does many other jobs too, from shifting (which you could eliminate in an electwick twuck) to air ride suspension / levelling to actuators to raising axles (the opposite of air ride in many ways) but it’s glossed over in usual tesla style.

And then more vapourware appears, a 500 mile range 200 mph new roadster, I feel like I have just taken acid and I am watching a Moller Skycar crowdfunding deal…

The harsh fact is, my illegal in the yew ess aah 70 quid 15 year old 2 litre 4 banger diesel eurobox which reliably returns more than 50 miles per imperial gallon of diesel at 70 mph is probably a thing of envy for many USAians looking to save a buck on transport, but compared to a diesel wagon hauling 90,000 lbs plus its own weight at a steady mandated 56 mph down a mandated curvature and incline motorway, my old diesel car is a fucking gas guzzler extraordinaire when you start looking at miles per gallon per ton.

The only thing that really beats it is anything that goes on water.

Trains don’t… in theory they could, in practice they don’t, except for some edge cases with very long pulls of ore wagons.

Sure, fuel is a *big* thing, but the reality is even here in the Uk with some of the most expensive taxed fuel on the planet at 1.15 per litre for diesel = £5.22 per imperial gallon, a fully loaded arctic pulling 40 tons can expect anywhere from 8 to 12 mpg depending on the road, so fuel is only 65p – 43p per mile, at £12 per hour including employers contributions etc etc etc the fucking driver on a low wage is costing an absolute minimum of 21p per mile, 2x drivers or driver + mate = diesel cost, and that is here in the UK with our crazy fuel prices.

tesla twuck claimed energy consumption of 2 kwh per mile at current UK electric prices is 40p per mile, IT ISN’T ANY FUCKING CHEAPER than a new volvo, and there are plenty of real world examples of drivers getting 24 litres per 100 km, loaded, overall, urban and motorway, (truck industry insiders know this shit like the back of their hand) which is 5.28 imp gallons per 62 miles, which is 12 mpg.

48 kwh in an imperial gallon of diesel, so 4 kwh per mile, but its a heat engine, lots of thermal rejection, NOT THAT ALL THAT HEAT IS WASTE, some surplus heat is a good thing and useful, keeps lubricants flowing nicely and carrying additional heat away… but buying diesel at the pump it only costs you 10 p per kwh, not the 20 p per kwh that electric costs, ( we haven’t even mentioned reefers) so the tesla twucks claimed 2 kwh per mile is all a bit meh.

WHEN or IF there are say 500,000 combined tesla twuck fleet miles to be analysed, which is how it works with say a new volvo or merc etc, then maybe fleet operators will consider buying into it, based on those numbers…. before those numbers are available, there isn’t even anything for them to ignore, it’s just vapourware.

But the only saving we are seeing is a marginal one at best on energy costs per mile… meanwhile every truck operator on the planet knows they can go and buy a brand new alloy 100 gallon tank for 750 bucks, and add a minimum 750 miles range to the wagon… try that with fucking battery packs…. or replace the old one… we used to run twin 100 gallon tanks on the fords.

My mate who just spent 5k on tyres for the tractor can expect 50,000 miles out of them if he maintains them well and doesn’t get on any poor surfaces, that’s 10 p a mile right there, half of a cheap drivers wages of 21 p per mile and a fifth of the average of 50 p per mile for fuel.

Start doing hard acceleration and not monitoring tyre pressures and temps aggressively and tyre costs can easily treble, quadruple, quintuple or even more, and at that point you’re like some use cases where tyre cost per mile exceeds both fuel cost and driver cost per mile together…. plus of course there is a direct link between tyres and fuel economy.

Please note, we haven’t even gone anywhere near that vast costs and losses incurred (contract penalties etc) when you lose a tyre and stop rolling, older experienced owner and fleet operators care about tyres more than all except the most anal of motorcyclists, yeah, you never see anything about this in any of the interminable you tube truck driver pov videos, because none of them are proper operator/drivers so they never ever talk about their tyres, or suspension.

So what are we left with as far as the tesla twuck reveal?

http://moller.com/

His flying saucer / drone looks more credible, and just as relevant to actual haulage operators the world over.

The only thing missing from the tesla twuck is a dodgy kickstarter campaign, but then he already has that from the state and lunatic investors.

“It kills me to sleep alone”… somehow I don’t find this statement at all inappropriate for the tesla twuck CEO etc

 

The state

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:58 am

It’s all very well to watch what is going on now in Saudi and talk about sand niggers, it’s not so much, it’s about a state grabbing money however it can.

One of the lessons most lost to history is the extent to which the state will go to in order to grab money, and, it’s coming back….

This is greg’s story, in his own words, unedited.

I own(ed) my own house (outright valued £80,000) and I did a ltte bit of work “on the side” for a couple of years, nothing ridiculous. I got made redundant (58) and I couldnt get another job. No, I didnt sign on (too proud) but I kept looking for work while working “on the side”.. I claimed nothing. Pretty soon another 3 years had gone by and I was 61 and still jobless and still working “on the side”. Oh I had put money away for tax and NI but had no idea what to do or how to pay it. I never even realised that I was supposed to tell HMRC. I’d never evr heard from them since I was 17… So here I was, I was working for myself (I was totally clueless)… I then figured things out after stumbling across tax sites on the web and I decided to go the route of “self disclosure”. Got myself a tax specialist and I was TOTALLY open with them and with HMRC. I gave them all paper work bank statements etc, and I held nothing back. I receieved 70% penalty (ouch), and every “fine” in the book. Paid the £65,000 (the amount of lost tax by one payment from my bank)… but they wanted another £45,500 in penalties. So I lost all my life savngs (and wifes savings), lost the house and was declared bankrupt. They said I should be grateful that I was not going to jail… Oh, I am. Would I self disclose again? Is there anything in it for someone to self disclose? The reality is there is no amnesty, there is nothing. Its not exactly the return of the prodigal son and hey, nice, thank you for saving up all that tax…. Bit late but thank you – NO! that’s not how it works !

So, in case you missed the highlights, by the time he was 56 Greg owned his own modest house outright, and at that point he started doing “odd jobs” here and there for others, at 58 he got made redundant from his long term job, did he sign on the dole? did he fuck, he just did a few more odd jobs, after all, he already owned his house so his outgoings weren’t too bad… three years later he is still doing the same thing, doing odd jobs, not claiming the dole.

Then, someone told him he should tell the state about it.

So he did, and he did it properly, hired an accountant and everything.

Next thing he knew he owed the state £110,500, which wiped him and his wife out and made them homeless, but, he was told, he was lucky he didn’t end up in jail….

But wait, it gets better, very recently the state has been granted FULL access to all sorts of shit, not just your bank accounts which they had anyway, but payal, ebay, amazon, etsy, gumtree, fuckbook, you name it.

Now you do not have to shop yourself, your online footprints will do it for you, all for free.

For now the threshold per annum is about one new iphone x, god help you if there are four in your family and you sell on your old phones for 250 quid each, you just turned into a “business” (even if you are already in full time employment), according to the state, and since you did not tell them, a deliberately fraudulent tax dodging business, here come the extra penalties and fines.

And it is going to get worse, a lot worse.

Lots of people ask me why, with my own small one man business, I went to all the trouble of making it a proper company (In law a company is an individual entity, a bit like a person) and of course all the expense, hell, even my accountant and tax dude says I should have stuck at being a sole trader.

I just smile at them and say yeah well.

The fact is you either hide stuff behind a separate legal entity like a company, or it is all in your own name, and the only occupation that is safe in your own name is being a welfare lout, everything else is fair game.

People who know me in real life know that I am not a deceitful person, I am not a rogue or a con man or a fly by night type, on the other hand, I am a private person, if I sell an old phone for 200 quid that is my business and no other fuckers, except for the guy I sold it to, it is certainly no business of the state, well, that is my personal opinion, a personal opinion that is now at odds with the state law…

So I moved everything across to a legit company, which being legit costs a fair bit each year, but on the other hand it is a separate legal entity to me.

Many of the laws that apply to private individuals like me do not apply to corporate entities like my company, and when I say “my” company even that is a bit misleading, it has rules too, for example I can’t simply draw 500 bucks for hookers, I must either pay myself wages or loan myself money, sure, I can make that choice, nobody can gainsay that choice, I still get the 500 bucks for hookers, but I have to do it that way and record it in the books as one or the other.

But it cuts the other way too, if the state decides that I have to explain the 500 bucks that landed in my private bank account, and why I spent it on hookers, whatever the company does or did is an unrelated issue, the state can wait for the year end accounts to be filed by the accountant, and good luck arguing with them.

Greg’s company would not have been liable for Greg’s debts to the state, and his debts to the state and bankruptcy may have disqualified him from being a director of that company, but company directors can be changed, the company sails on.

There is a guy down the road from me who owns three companies, one of them owns a business, that he is employed at, one of them owns a house, that he rents, with wages paid by the first company, and the last one owns a classic car and motorcycle collection, which he is employed to maintain and drive.. but wait, it gets better, all three companies are owned by a shell corporation that sits in another country entirely thousands of miles away, he himself doesn’t have two pennies to scratch his ass with.

The guy in question was the one who told me a few years ago to fuck all that shit and get myself a proper company, and when anyone asks why you are bothering just say yeah well

See, off the top of my head I can’t think of a single country that has not indulged in some sort of mass state wealth collection at least once within the last 100 years, and I don’t mean the usual punitive taxes and inflation devaluation and shit, I mean stories like Greg’s, but told thousands of times in any one region… either all the precious metals were taken, or the property was taken, or the land was taken, or the bank accounts were taken, and by the way, you can count yourself lucky you did not end up in jail.

I can remember it happening to my dad in 1971, that was all the cash in the bank, I can’t remember but he can remember it happening to his dad in the 30’s, all the precious metals went first, then the iron and steel, and then some of the property.. he can remember his dad talking about it happening to HIS dad in the 1890’s, so without even going outside my own family on the paternal side, I’m the only one who hasn’t been fucked by the state they happened to be in, and that isn’t an omen I care to ignore.

Remember, the law in pretty much every country says a proper company must file legal accounts every year, the law says sweet fuck all about that company either making a profit or turning over any money year to year, and the fact is you can do all this for less than it costs to run a smoking habit…

The proverbial “boating accident” will land your ass in jail, or leave you literally on the street with literally nothing but the shirt on your back.

The proper company doesn’t have to do any such thing as have boating accidents. Companies are taxed on profits, not assets or turnover (just ask google or amazon, amazon uk paid just over 4,000 pounds sterling tax last year in the uk) .

10,000 bucks borrowed from my company is a genuine debt for me as a private individual, if I want to prove I personally have no assets.

Don’t get too fly, if your company buys a 1000 buck banger and rents it to you for 500 bucks a month off your wages for sure it will lower your personal tax threshold, but it will show as a profit on an asset or the company, and it will show the state you are being fly.

Much better to have to company pay you the legal minimum wage in the first place, it lowers your personal tax threshold and so what if the company employs minimum wage staff who are unproductive…

But the fact is that aside from the yeah well, the penniless guy with the three companies owned by the foreign shell company, did make me think about things, and nothing I have seen since leads me to any other conclusion other than we are in for another round of state sponsored theft by any other name.

Getting another passport and fucking off to some foreign climes is often neither practical or possible for many, but every single fucking one of you can get a proper company set up, even if you are one of the few personally disbarred from ever owning a company, your brother can do it for you.

While my dad, and my grandad, and my great grandad all had an ass raping from the state, none of the fuckers got wiped out, none of them had all of their eggs in one basket.

if you are *just* a private individual or worse still a private individual who is also a sole trader, take a good long hard look in the mirror, you are the textbook definition of having all your eggs in one basket.

Now look at the state, it’s looking increasingly like a mugger about to pounce on the low hanging fruit like you.


Now, I wasn’t even going to write this post, so it only existed in my head, and it has existed there for some time, and the post as it was ended there.

The reason it is actually being posted is something that happened the other day.

I know someone who has had a car vandalised, I know someone who has been ripped off, I know someone who was attacked by a drunk, in every case it was the same old story about when seconds count the po po are minutes or hours away, and when they eventually turn up, they aren’t interested.

I know someone who owns a company, someone kicked off in their reception area, so he called the po po and said “Acme Ltd here, we have someone being violent and abusive in our reception area, please send someone immediately”

The first po po car arrived three minutes later, two more arrived over the next ten minutes.

The perp was taken away in cuffs.

Yeah, not just the tax departments of the state that treat companies better than individuals then….

 

November 16, 2017

As a boy

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 3:32 pm

For reference I am mid/late 50’s now, but as a boy, things that could only have been found in a printed on paper “wank mag”, and I do not just mean dirty pictures, but also text stories and subjects and so on, are the daily staple of many mainstream “media” outlets such as the daily fail website.

Be it the rights of primary school children to be any gender they choose, to practically anything else you can shake a stick at.

Back when I was a kid a psychopath was defined as someone who didn’t care about “people” eg. there was no family or tribal or group connection, a description that applies to pretty much 99% of the population now, and of course with insanity all around us and the trend being ever upwards, well, why would you *not* indulge your darkest desires?

Notions or “right” and “wrong” have long since disappeared, now it’s down to what can you do and not be punished for, and of course, to be punished, first you have to get caught and detected and so on, and even then, if every one else is doing 35 mph in the 20 mph zone, why the fuck wouldn’t you?

Why wouldn’t you fuck some post pubescent but below the age of consent but well up for it because they were raised on a diet of personal tablets and phones with pornhub access kid?

It’s not like you’d be in a vanishingly small minority any more, it seems that everyone is doing it, and it seems to be something filtering from the town down in society at that, and it seems that whether you did or did not do it, nothing is going to make you immune from being accused of it in 10 or 20 or 30 years, so you may as well get hung for a sheep as a lamb.

When I was a boy one of the immutable cornerstones of western civilization was the OBSERVABLE FACT that in 99.999% of cases, the simple act of being innocent of something was sufficient to remove you from ALL consequences of such a thing.

If you had nothing to hide, you really did have nothing to fear.

That was then.

This is now.

I have said for many years that “everything that you are told is a lie” and while it is still true, sadly we have moved so far beyond that point that it is a statement that while being true, is also wildly misleading.

“everything that you are told is a fantasy” is where we are at now.

Lies are simple misdirection or misrepresentation, the dog ate my homework, I did not steal your 5 bucks, john did, etc etc.

Fantasy is aliens stole the homework, a russian state sponsored drug cartel stole your 5 bucks and frames me for it, and john in an agent of putin, etc etc

A lie is something that may be believed because there is a lack of evidence to show otherwise, or be disproved when evidence later arises.

A fantasy is something that is apparently expected to be believed because there is no way there is going to be evidence to show otherwise, how the fuck can anyone prove I was not abducted by aliens and anally probed?

As a boy I would have been soundly beaten and punished for telling a lie, this was so effective that on the one hand I cannot actually recall a single beating, I’m sure they happened and I’m sure they were painful at the time, I just cannot recall a single instance, so they can’t have been that bad.

As a boy if I had indulged in fantasy it kind of went one of two ways, if the fantasy was “healthy” like pretending to be a cowboy or indian, well, no big deal, same as pretending to be a shopkeeper or train driver or astronaut…. there were plenty of elements of that roleplay that worked and taught you shit, I can distinctly remember being a shopkeeper once, and once only, I set my stall up on the landing and dad said ok boy sell me a tiger beer, (this wasn’t in the UK, you can now get a nasty clone of tiger beer here in some supermarkets) so I handed him some generic thing, and he said that isn’t what I asked for, I asked for a tiger beer… of course I didn’t have any, he did, so I said I could go and get one from downstairs, he said that was his, was I planning on stealing it or buying it, I said I’d buy it, so he sold me a bottle for a dollar from my piggy bank, so I went to sell it to him and he said what’s your profit margin, so I said ok a dollar fifty for a tiger beer dad, he said no thanks, I have two cases downstairs… only paid 20 cents a bottle.

I was down a buck in pocket money and had a bottle of beer I couldn’t sell and didn’t want to drink… mum took pity on me and bought it back for 90 cents, I was around six at the time… will never forget it… can still picture it, the carpet, the cardboard box shop, the junk and the bottle of beer, it had a rip on the label over the “r” in Tiger.

If you pretended you were an alien or your brother tom or someone of the opposite sex, you didn’t get a beating, you got disgust, and “don’t be so fucking stupid boy, you need to grow up”

It was around about that time that I decided that future games would be limited to “army” or driving a steam loco or being a pilot or maybe being an engineer like my dad, because I had just had an epiphany, turns out it was wrong, that was not how dad earned money at work, but it was a damn sight closer than anything that went before which went along the lines of someone giving him money because he went to work, because here was an element of him actually MAKING money on a deal, so obviously him going to work was some sort of similar ish deal… nobody was “giving” him anything in exchange for him turning up and nothing else, there was clearly something going on to do with being smart and brains.

I wanted my elder brother’s train set “when he died” I guess someone had died and I got introduced to the idea of inheritance, but I wanted my dad’s brain when he died, not his car or boat or anything else… hey, I was six, I didn’t think things through, there were too many concepts that I had never been introduced to, so “inheriting someone’s brain when they died” did not seem too ridiculous.

Nowadays I look around me and see a population comprised on 99.9% of people who have never moved much beyond what I was at six, very few real world concepts have ever crossed their paths, and those few that have, well, they could be easily avoided by invoking some fantasy shit.

My name is rover, I identify as a great dane, as such tax laws do not apply to me, and I can shit in the street with impunity, I am actually a russian great dane, and my master is putin.

I will probably get more human pussy than I did back when I was a human male……..

November 11, 2017

Zombie palace

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:21 pm

As many of you know, I’ve done a fair bit of work in IT, and I am sure all of you have heard stories of the IT department being called in by someone powerful and senior in the company, their computer isn’t working, IT guys asks if the monitor is turned on as the first of a series of standard questions, IT guy gets the outraged “do you think I am stupid etc” speech, IT guy physically goes to desk, monitor is powered off, IT guy turns it on, silent awkward dance, awkward silence in room, eyes do not meet, silent departure from room.

See, that was never me, I always made a point of saying “You know that thing you were saying about do I *think* you are stupid…”

It didn’t go down well, I’d interrupt the blathering… listen, it isn’t about whether I think you are stupid, it’s about *you* thinking *you* can talk to me like I am a piece of shit because *you* think you are smarter and more important than me…

The first time it happened in any venue the IT director would call me in for a chat, as soon as it was obvious what it was about I’d say I didn’t see a problem, not my fault the company employed ignorant and arrogant assholes who were too stupid to use a computer and too arrogant and rude to deal respectfully with those who were employed to nurse them.

Maybe I’d get called in once more because an internal engineering email was 100% succinct and on top and professional list of bullet point making whatever case it was I was trying to make, invariably it was a wimminz who complained, obviously it wasn’t written in comic sans with flowery gifs and smiley faces and hulloo, how are you feeling today shit all over it.

About then it would stop, I was the Neanderthal who simply could not be brought into the 21 century, but, he is good at fixing shit, so just keep him away from staff.

Customers were usually happy, after all, they just wanted shit fixed, except the ones who “blamed the last guy out the door” at which point they would discover that the last guy out the door had putty logs of everything he had done including arp being up etc etc, smartphone photos of patch cables being correctly installed and blinkenlights showing solid links / sync / whatever… so the claim “your engineer unplugged the point of sale tills from the router and didn’t plug them back in” was kinda blown away by a timed and dated photo of said patch panel, and the other photo of the other guys on site from the till maintenance company… photo graphic and file log proof that the customer in question is either;

  • a liar
  • stupid
  • both of the above

pretty much guarantees instant silence and end of subject from manglement, but it took “where is my fucking apology for being accused of something I patently did not do” to stop manglement from forwarding such complaints to me to see what I had done wrong.

Basically all the above is why I quit the job eventually, the money wasn’t great but the job was a piece of piss and I worked from home and it was all good, apart from dealing with my own fucking company, it eventually got to me to the point where I had to quit.

I said then forget films about future zombie apocalypses, the fucking zombies are here now, and they run IT firms and the customers of IT firms and so on… I also said at the time that typically for zombies they all inhabited places that would be easy prey to hordes of zombies, huge chrome and glass structures with open plan offices and automatic glass doors and glass walls and shit.

Ironically being back in engineering we have our own place on an industrial estate, a place that will be desolate come the zombie apocalypse, and a place that is basically 20 foot high block walls with doors with steel shutters over them and steel beam construction for the rest, zombie proof as it gets pretty much.

Here in the UK we have planning and use laws.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planning_use_classes_in_England

They are rubbish at determining what sort of place would be good to hole up in a zombie apocalypse, but they get quite interesting when you dig into the detail.

For example if I task you with setting up an IT fixit service, it’s easy enough, same if I task you with setting up a mobile phone shop or hairdresser, it starts to get interesting if I start adding, OK, now I want the IT fixit service to be 24 hours.

Neither the A2 nor B1 classes say anything about 24 hour operations, so how about if you have bunk facilities and showers and onsite cooking, as we had back in the day doing motorway recovery, it wasn’t residential as you did not permanently reside there (class C3), but it wasn’t just “9-5” either, as it happens I know a guy who has a unit on an estate and parks a small stealth camper van out front, the camper van is road legal, he moves it from one parking space to the other and back again, he has permission from himself to park it there legally, and he doesn’t sleep in the unit itself, so he isn’t breaking any laws… it’s interesting because several people thought he might be, including some from the council, but as it turned out he was not doing anything wrong at all.

I bring him up because he also made a zombie apocalypse comment, his relatively weak stealth camper van is no problem, he just opens the big shutter doors, drives it inside, and closes the doors again…. shit eating grin..

He fell into this zombieland existence by accident after a messy divorce, she took the house and everything (the usual allegations of domestic violence to exclude him from his own home, and btw she needs the car too) so he ended up sleeping on the couch down at the unit, a unit that was rented in a business name, a business started with his brother, simply because he had nowhere else to go.

The next day he went to the local camping shop, also just off the estate his unit is on, and got an inflatable mattress and sleeping bag for the back of the van, and went to an electrical place on the same street and bought a fridge freezer (all on the company account, as his cards had been maxed by the ex) and filled it with TV dinners for the office microwave.

As he says at the time, he was just thinking of the next few days, because he did not know what else to do.

That was 5 years ago, last week he asked me to help him unload and place a 20 foot portakabin, the stealth camper is dying, business is still doing OK so he needs a new company van, and it turned out him sleeping quietly and unobtrusively in his van in the car park didn’t really bother anyone, not even the landlord who owned the two blocks of 4 units per side of which 1 was his.

So the portakabin is for the “night watchman”, and it harkens back to the bunks and shit back when I was doing motorway recovery, it’s not a residence, nobody lives there, and there is no law that says night watchmen must stay awake all night, of course he is the nigh watchman, and the other 7 people on that bit of the estate are all on board…. business insurance is expensive, you either know what I mean or you don’t, but you can easily pay thousands per year to insure a small unit, and it turns out having a resident night watchman 7 days a week reduces that quite a bit.

He’s got 2 dogs, and he does indeed do his rounds, once around 9 pm after he has, as he says it, had his shower in the unit and his scran (food) and locked the unit up and prepared the “night watchman’s cabin” as his patrols a route that takes him to a nearby pub, and again around 11 pm when his route takes him back from the nearby pub, a bit of online gaming then another patrol that happens to coincide with the dogs taking their evening shit, and back to the night watchman’s cabin.

And be it ever so humble and spartan, hell, it’s  no different to a cabin on a ship at sea or a rig or in a desert somewhere, it’s spartan but quite livable.

I’ve known the guy for years as a customer and semi mate, and always wondered when he was going to get a “proper” life back, so I only learned a lot of this detail when helping with the portakabin, but none of that is the punchline.

The punchline is after a bit the penny drops, and he turns to me and says dude, you’re doing the same thing, aren’t you?

That’s why he opened up, he thought I was doing the same thing (my unit is on the other side of the same estate) and he thought it because my front office and reception area isn’t just a counter and some shit, it’s more like a front room, nice old comfy sofa, decent coffee on tap, big screen on the wall (my reasoning was why not, it’s my place and I want somewhere to chill and be comfortable when I am not actually working, plus, customers seem to like it…) so he thought I was doing the same fuckin’ thing…

Seems there is a very quiet community of people doing this shit under the radar, it’s not against the law if you do it right, it’s just so much less complicated to avoid the attention and enquiries in the first place, and now I am looking at places that I know that have similar “homely” front office and “staff” areas and I’m asking myself if I too have been missing what has been going on under my nose?

It makes the whole “zombie palace” or “bug out bolt hole” thing so much more interesting, I mean, I am ON a fucking industrial estate, and I still haven’t actually seen it for what it is properly, sure, the odd open 24 hours nighttime distribution depot and so on, but still….

Most of the zombie shit I am aware of is talking about heading to shopping malls or military bases or small towns with gun shops and pharmacies, nobody sees industrial estates as anything other than a place to maybe go speeding at night and practice your drifting…

I’m sat at home, as I type this, looking out of my glass windows that are barely three feet off the ground, doors that for all their central locking open inwards so just kick the shit out of it and it will give, exteriors that are anything but hard to scale 20 foot sheer walls of block and steel sheet cladding, and I’m thinking, SHTF zombie apocalypse social unrest blah blah blah, never was under any illusions about how vulnerable my home is, I just never really saw my unit as a bolt hole.

An industrial estate isn’t the sort of place hordes of looters will gravitate to first ,climb over the 8 foot steel fence at the back of my unit, cross the railway line, climb over another 8 foot steel fence and you are in the back yard of a local commercial bulk cash and carry, pallet loads of baked beans and toilet paper and flour, carry on across the road to the fixins shop that sells 4″ spikes (over 4 inches a nail becomes a spike) and every size of bolt and fastener you could wish for, 2 doors down is the steel stockist, everything from sheet metal to wire, and nowhere on the estate is there giant TV’s or big stereos or running shoes or booze or cash (that stuff is all on the estate 4 miles up the road) and thinking about it every 5th site here has at least one 5,000 litre diesel bund out back.

You ever get that feeling you just woke up late to the party that everyone else with a brain knew about years ago? I’m feeling that right now.

November 7, 2017

Take the money

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:22 pm

As has been mentioned here before, with another hat on I am the owner and operator of a small business.

Being technical in accounting terms our book keeping is done on a “cash basis” which isn’t an *exact* translation of “pay at the till before leaving” but the fact remains that as a business I do not do credit or terms of any kind, and I get payment before I ship / part with the goods in question, so it’s a lot like your local shop or petrol station.

I do not do due after 30 days or pay at the end of the month or cash on delivery or anything else, and in this year of 2017 with ebanking where I get an SMS within 60 seconds of a deposit being made in the bank, that means no SMS, no goods… I don’t care about your BACS taking 3 days to clear, I’ll get the SMS when the money is added to my account.

Until that point, I haven’t been paid, and you do not get your shit.

What I am seeing more, and more, and more of, is businesses that have;

  • only one person who can pay invoices, and they aren’t in today
  • a policy to only make payments every wednesday or whatever
  • an accounts department that processes things in order, and no great rush about it
  • an accounts department that can only make payment via BACS printed in purple ink on a camel’s left testicle
  • an accounts department that only knows how to deal with “Net30” terms, eg 30 days credit.
  • an accounts department that only knows about their own policies, nothing else exists.

Of course the accounts dept have fuck all to do with the guys who first came to me for a quote and who then made an order, many of whom have some sort of deadline, I’ll speak on a wednesday and they want to know if I can arrange collection the same day and if I can make delivery the next monday.

I say yeah, sure, no problem, here is your invoice, the courier will be by within 2 hours to collect.

So two days pass and it is now friday and the job is pretty much done, but I have not had my SMS, so I email them a heads up, job is done guys but no sign of payment (I should make it clear that I have an entire page on a top level link on the website devoted to payments and terms and so on) … oh shit… and we get to one of the bullet points above.

I politely shrug in email and say “no dollah no fuckee” and sometimes it turns into phone conversations with the guys who placed the order, who are ALL on my side and totally get the concept that I have to pay for my diesel before I can drive away, and nobody has negotiated or signed any credit agreements with me, not that I would offer such a thing, and we are back to the bullet points, and them having to chase their internal accounts department.

Allegedly it usually is a variation on “the 25k order with 3k penalties we need to ship by wednesday is being held up because you won’t pay the fucking guy 500 quid who has done the work we need done to finish that order on wednesday” and by the way, he invoiced us last wednesday…

I actually know some of these companies quite well, and the fact is there isn’t a cash flow problem that the accounts department are trying to mitigate, it’s just increasingly “how they do business”

Nor do I want to give the impression that these are all multinationals with offices in Riyadh and Hong Kong working in oil and gas or aerospace, one or two are, but others are just local small businesses like mine, who maybe have a book keeper who comes in (not even physically, maybe virtually) one afternoon a week.

For all of them the reasons to use me are the same, we’re small and local so the supply chain is short, lead time is minimal, and we are cheap.

I give a lot of shits about the quality of the work of course, but that is a bonus they don’t get to be aware of for the first order when they place it.

But whereas I used to butt up against this issue once every three or four weeks, it’s now up to about twice a week, because even repeat orders with the same company who are delighted with everything, the accounts department will not change the way *it* works.

I have one of these guys who has learned, he phones his accounts department the minute he sees the invoice, and says he will stay on the phone with them while they process the payment, and if he has to hang up that call and payment hasn’t gone through, the next call is to the MD to say production is delayed thanks to the accounts department.

Others are less proactive, and only start screaming at accounts when they learn that the job is done waiting to be shipped, and on hold waiting for payment.

The issue here really is that to the accounts department, it isn’t money they handle, it’s just stuff, which puts them on a par with production and engineering, who just move stuff around, which makes them at least as important as production and engineering, which also means they can’t be seen to trivialise anything and make it seem as simple and fast as “hang on a mo, clickety click, ok that’s all done and processed and paid”

And it reminded me of a conversation I had with a banker many years ago about the 3 days it took a BACS transfer to clear, even though the transaction itself took milliseconds, because he stated that if the transaction itself was done in milliseconds, nobody would value it anymore, it has to take time to have any perceived import or value.

I’m sure there are many parallels here, lets say brexit, oh horrendously complex, will take years to negotiate, when the fact is you could probably tie the whole thing up in 72 hours if you wanted to, but then you’d wipe out all the alleged perceived import and value in your negotiating process and yourself as a whole.

House conveyancing, will and probate, court cases, yeah, all takes weeks or months, because where else is the perceived import and value?

The print newspaper and small ads scene went the way of the dodo because of this, and for all his orange rambunctiousness and idiocracy, I think Trump gets this with his tweets.

Banks *are* shifting towards instant everything, and I think we all vastly under estimate how big of a change this is, because it makes so many cultural delays seem like what they are, faux attempts by the incumbents to add fake percieved import and value to what they do.

“tap and go” contactless payments change everything, so does ebanking, my landlord sends me a text saying he has a water bill for 200 quid, I log in to ebanking and 60 seconds later send him a text back saying he has been paid, paid as in he can spend the money now, wherever he is, because it is showing as a balance in his account.

I’m old enough to remember walking into the local american express office as being the fastest way to pay GM/detroit diesel in the US for allison gearbox parts to be shipped by air freight that day to parts foreign, because all other methods took a week before they’d ship.

You paid a premium for that back then, both for the money transfer and the parts themselves, but you saved 7 days downtime, so the only question you asked was how much?

Now fast forwards to 2017 and I know of two local shops where you cannot pay any way other than contactless tap and go or smartphone tap and go, and it sounds all hipster bollocks and everything else, but, as the manager says, he can run stock on a 48 hour basis, and he can order and pay before 4;30 pm and he will have a delivery the next morning, because the supplier got paid the instant he made the order… do not discount that side of the hipster bollocks equation.

All the talk of automation and the AI apocalypse, no man, it ain’t robots with arms and cylon eyes replacing the guy slinging burgers or the shelf filler at the supermarket or the pizza chef…

It’s the “AI” and automation that I used this morning, at 10.02 am an email from a customer telling me the invoice I did largely automagically online with quickbooks has been paid, the email arrived two minutes after the sms telling me the same thing, I can spend that money now if I choose, so the robot and AI is the one replacing the accounts department in my business.

Sure, it’s a very specialised and narrow AI that does accounts, and another similarly limited one that does banking, but, so what, it WORKS.

Sure, it has weaknesses and potential problems, but the shit it is replacing has the same weaknesses and plenty of real problems to go along with the potential ones.

For an “economy” like the Uk based largely on so called “service industries” this is the death knell.

PayPal was never allowed to operate like a real bank, but it made a great experiment for the banks to observe, one step removed.

Now we have what happened yesterday in Saudi, literal multi billionaires wiped out in a microsecond, no long drawn out “value added” delayed process involving lawyers and bank staff and so on, cliclety click, job done man.

 

 

 

Murder Inc

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:46 am

Some twenty years ago a local girl called Kate Bushell was killed, I have mentioned her here before, and Genette Tate, her killer was never caught, at the time plod spent a lot of time suspecting her father, now the local news says on the 20th anniversary they are going to spend a million quid re-opening the cold case, and by the way, they have a new clue.

The fact is that back then, it was a local event, eg within ten miles of me, and yet, I actually know very little about it, I do not know exactly where she was killed, it wasn’t really reported, I do not know exactly where she lived, it wasn’t really reported, and I do not know her exact route from where she lived to where she was killed, it wsn’t really reported… all I really knew was she had been knifed.

For all I know, I could have passed the exact route that she took from her home to where she died, and I could have done so within a few minutes of the incident, so even if I didn’t see it happen, I might have seen something, even if as is most likely it was something that could exclude something, yeah, there was a green ford in front of me and no he didn’t stop and drop anyone off or pick them up…

I don’t know how to run a murder investigation, it’s not my field of expertise, but I do know it is going to be all about data, and forensics of course, but we’ll come to that bit later, but data mainly, even if it the kind of data that probably excludes a green ford, just as the data from whoever was behind me probably excludes data about a yob on a murdercycle, but the fact is I have never known if I was within a few miles of the incident or not, along with 100,00 other people in town, or if I was 40 miles away in another town at that day and time… plod made lots of appeals over the following weeks for witnesses to come forwards, but the fact is I never got enough information to even know if I was one, besides, it seemed like plod had spent the first few weeks concentrating on pinning it on the dad, seems the kid went out walking a neighbours dog and when she was late dad went out looking for her and found her body, so naturally plod put him in the frame.

I don’t even recall if there was any sexual motive or assault, or if it was just some random nut job who saw jesus in a cloud and decided to kill the blond kid walking past with a dog.

I dunno what happend to the dog, or even what sort of dog it was.

The media of course was only interested in showing a picture of a cute blond kid who was 12 years old and would never make 13 and how amazingly awful it all was, hang on while we recap the story and show her picture again.

So fast forwards to today, and I suspect that 990,000 of the 1,000,000 that plod are ging to spend on this cold case isn’t real money, it’s money they would be spending anyway on wages and vehicles and offices and shit.

If my ability to know whether I might have been a material witness of some kind 20 years ago was pissed away 20 years ago, good luck pissing in that particular well 20 years later, 20 years, lemmesee, that’s oct/nov 1997, lemmesee, umm, umm, ummm, umm, I think I was working for the post office then, or was I driving a wagon by then, I’m not sure.

But wait, remember I said about the new clue, and no, it’s not one of the local retired and couldn’t solve it first time around but hired back again as a consultant stood in a photo in the local rag holding a kitchen knife, that may or may not resemble the knife that was used to kill the kid, not that it was ever found, oh no.. this is a much better new clue.

Apparently they have discovered “orange fibres” on her body and on a fence near the scene that don’t match anything the kid was wearing… fuck it man, 20 years later and we only now hear about it, hell, could have been orange fibres from a hi vis vest worn by someone attending the scene in an official capacity at the time.

Could have been orange fibres from the pelt of the dog she was walking afghan hound or something, we aren’t told the breed, it wasn’t relevant…. yes, it fucking WAS… trust me, I’m more likely to remember “some bloke walking a dobermann” and no, it could have been a chick walking the dog, but it was a dobey and definitely not a lab or collie or anything else, but no, nobody needs to know what the dog was, hell, maybe the dog was a suspect like the dad at the time, after all, the dog was at the scene….

So now realistically we are at a place where barring some new testimony from some guy who emigrated that afternoon and only returned last week and never heard about it back then but walked right past her that day, the only hope is DNA, and that is only a hope if there is any, which there won’t be if “all” that happened is some nut job stabbed her at random…. barring coincidences like his iranian passport falling out at the scene 9/11 style…

Which brings us back to forensics, and as the father of forensics said, the essence of forensics is there is always evidence, even the absence of evidence is itself evidence of a sort, but whether the forensic evidence is absent or present, your scenarios must adequately explain ALL of it, or your explanation is shit.

It is entirely possible, especially if it was some random nut job who saw signs in the clouds, that the forensic evidence is minimal, there may literally be nothing but a body with knife wounds, and once the killer walks away with the knife, you’re left with a body with knife wounds and nothing else.

It doesn’t take 1 million quid to trawl through a database and find every nutjob who was walking loose in the region at that time, adam smith, no, he was in mental hospital, jim jones, no, he was in prison, steve meyer, no, he was in rehab, fred bloggs, hmm, he wasn’t in prison, or rehab, or the nuthouse, and he did see a doctor not three miles away the day before trying to get some scrips for the voices in his head.

Course, then you have to prove it “beyond a reasonable doubt” in court, something you might have done 20 years ago, but have sweet fuck all chance of now (even if the perp is still alive and hasn’t OD’d in the past 20..)

So what the fuck is it all about, I ask myself.

You know, aside from the family who obviously want answers, but really wanted them 20 years ago, what is the fucking point, and why go large about spending a million quid? Easy to get that, cut back on all the bullshit FRA cases and arresting people for hate speech for wearing a poppy in remembrance and that shit.

And then my door went while I was on the crapper, so I ignored it, and lo and behold something comes through the letterbox, oh yes, of course, local council elections again, and no doubt someone wants to be seen as being strong on crime and civil justice and all that, so a three month campaign of cold cases for plod and saving trees and park benches and creating 14 million new jobs in town.

These worthless cunts (politicians / lawyers / plod) have presided over the destruction of the family and the demonisation of men for so long it has finally come home to roost in parliament, want that white man out of a job, want his job, want a job, just accuse him of something sexual, so hopefully it will soon be percolating down to local politician levels, and maybe when enough of them are running scared someone will do a plea deal, and remember than actually, 20 years ago, the police chiefs / local councillors / local judge’s batshit crazy son / daughter / cousin disappeared all of a sudden like, you know, it’s not like the electric chair is gonna bring some voters dead kid back to life, so why not just send them off to cousin jacks place in portugal for 20 years, why ruin my own career.

I had an uncle, long dead now, he became a local councillor, and then suddenly managed to get both planning permission for a large filling station, and no compliance inspections (so runoff spills and leaks went direct to the local stream, saved thousands…) and next thing you know he is raking it in, corruption and shit ain’t a top down thing that starts with the clintons and works its way down, it’s everywhere and always have been, you either see it or you’re blind to it, and if you see it, you either go along for the ride or don’t make too many waves with your non participation.

And that’s the real reason crimes like the killing of Kate Bushell don’t get solved, if it really is a random nutter thing it’s hard enough anyway, but when you put solid detective work last, behind corruption and career building and being seen on telly and more funding for your department and more overtime for you, well, there is fuck all chance.

November 6, 2017

Benchmark insanity

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 4:03 pm

Had a few messages about the gigabyte brix / celeron 3150, and some of them contained links, and the upshot is according to all the perceived wisdom out there, it’s a totally crap CPU and worse value for money than a new i7

I dunno, for starters in my opinion it’s pointless to even compare a soldered system on chip device like the 3150 to a separate fit and remove at will high end cpu, the clock speeds and cache sizes do not explain the vast gulf between the 3150 and my own now older socket 2011 i7, so how does comparing crysis frame rates or arbitrary benchmarks help?

It’s like buying a vehicle solely on the basis of 0-60 times, a bog standard 600cc motorcycle will make every car out there with a very few exceptions look sick, but what you really wanted was something that transported 7000 kilos or something that transported 30 people or something that could pull a plough.

Your PC as a whole is too slow when some component or some peripheral either has an empty buffer waiting for data, or an overflowing buffer waiting to process data, that’s it, there is nothing else, until you get to certain use cases where machine A will render a 4k video to certain settings in 30 minutes and machine B will do the exact same job in 120 minutes, and even then only when that extra 90 minutes means the job missed the deadline, and even then you have to look at why the discrepancy, did one have 2 gig or ram and the other one have 16 gig, did one have 4 cores and the other have 16, and did the app in question have the ability to use the extra cores and memory, etc etc etc.

Provided teh (sic) buffers are neither empty nor overflowing, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if the cpu spends most of its time at 30% instead of 3%, it doesn’t matter if ram is 75% used instead if 25% used, it doesn’t matter if you have 4 cores or 16, it doesn’t matter if you have 1.5 ghz core clock or 3.0, all that matters is whether the buffers are neither empty nor overflowing, because that’s all that limits how responsive the machine is to keyboard and mouse input and screen display of same.

If a machine is bought to run MS Office and manage a wordpress site, it doesn’t matter if it sucks at playing crysis, and if the machine is bought to play crysis, it doesn’t matter that no more mundane task like the odd bit of emailing or web browsing can use more than 3% of cpu.

I have a home built NAS box based around an asus H81 and earlier 2 core celeron 1850 and 8 gigs of ram, a bunch of 6tb WD reds and drivepool,  it doesn’t matter it is allegedly weedy or underpowered, what matters is on read and write it can saturate my gigabit LAN, so it can’t get any faster…. sure, put it in an office with 20 users sharing resources and it will experience latency and people will find it no longer keeps up, but IT ISN’T IN AN OFFICE WITH 20 USERS, so why the fuck would i buy or build a machine that could cope with that??? I have uses here that you’d never get in an office of 20 machines…

But the fact is that benchmarks are a expression of a need to “rate” a thing, and then we use that “rating” to compare, so in reality the 900 lb gorilla in the room is this very fact.

If like me you have decades of experience in engineering and IT, you don’t need no fucking benchmarks to compare nuthin, even if it is a thing that you personally have no prior hands on experience with like the celeron 3150, all your other prior experience allows you to make a bloody good guess.

If you do not have the experience, then the “rating” is what you will use, and by definition, you will have no way of personally verifying that “rating”, because if you did, you’d create your own, which is what I did with the celeron 1850 NAS box, there is no linpack or geekbench calculations going on, there is MY benchmark for MY usage applications.

Which brings us to the second problem with “ratings”, not that many people would agree that Bo Derek was a “10” for me she was a 5 at best, and of course I never met her in real life so you can add or subtract at least 4 to that score, which does not mean she is not a 10 for someone else… not all people are the same, not all use cases are the same.

“Ratings” attempt to deal with this by having different ratings systems, but still, none of them are mine, and my system now rates at 7,000 on one set of scores and 11,000 on another, far from helping this issue, this just confuses it as much as me saying Bo Derek was a 5 at best.

Now we are at a place where we have many “ratings” to choose from, but since we cannot create our own because we lack the knowledge, we can’t make a valid choice between the various “ratings” either, we just added even more vagueness and unknowns to the problem.

So on the one hand we have “ratings” and on an entirely different planet a million miles away we have what that thing will actually do in the real world in different situations for different users, and as time passes those two planets get ever further apart.

So what has this got to do with anything apart from shitty weedy celeron CPU’s?

Well, it’s got everything to do with everything.

VW diesel emissions, S&P and Moody’s, currency exchange rates, stock valuations, foreign policies, social policies, legal / employment / health issues, economic policies, are “the russians” “good” or “bad” and how about the jews, or the saudis, or the yemenis, or the argentinians?

It’s all “ratings”, and the one thing you need to take away from this more than anything else in life, if that someone who buys and specs PC hardware based upon ratings by definition knows sweet fuck all about PC hardware, and you can substitute PC hardware for anything else you like, and the song remains the same.

AAPL is now AA+ on S&P 500 global rating, so is the US$….

The F35 is awsome, the iphoneX is awesome, amazon web services / cloud computing (someone else’s box) is awesome, none of these people know what the fuck they are talking about, if they did, they would not be using ratings… QED.

If you care about your life, you are far far far more likely to make a correct choice if you go down the route of “that wimminz blog bloke is a technical fucking genius” / “that wimminz blog bloke is a fucking clueless newb” than if you go down the route of listening to anything anyone who used “ratings” of any kind has to say…. because you can know for a fact that none of them have the slightest clue about the subject matter.

And no, do not give me that fucking bollocks about oh no, THEY know, they just have to package it as a rating so that THEIR customer / clients / users / readers can get the TL:DR version…. that is just giving a “rating” to the people giving the “ratings”

November 3, 2017

Living in a cult.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:04 pm

It was only a question of time, when malicious false accusations of rape and sexual abuse are condoned and even rewarded for the skank on the street, and where every man is a potential rapist / sexual predator paedo, for it to work its way upwards.

IN the UK the news is full of wimminz who have been allegedly abused sexually in political circles, and every single one of them looks extremely pleased with themselves, because we are in the new age where anything a wimminz says must be given credit, and where even if nothing much happened or is alleged to have happened, all we are supposed to care about is how the wimminz in question claims it all made her FEEL…. feeeeewings are everything innit.

It’s not parody to suggest that today if you are neither someone who has been accused of sexual misconduct while in office, nor someone who has claimed to have suffered sexual misconduct while in office, you are in the fucking minority, and a minority that is shrinking by the day at that…

Sanity left the room years ago, we are living in a cult.

The same sort of cult that suggests, and claims absolute credibility in doing so, that the norks can deliver one single ICBM over the continental USA and trigger one single EMP blast that will take everything out and kill 90% of the 350,000,000 population within a couple of years as a result.

Speaking as a scientist, the norks are just as likely to take out the continental USE with a single nuke EMP as they return home from a successful manned Mars mission, as they are to doing it with an ICBM… or a sub launched missile, or a container hidden missile, or anything else.

It’s gonna follow an inverse cube law, double the distance, one eighth the power, treble the distance, one 27th the power, quadruple the distance, one 64th the power, to take out the west coast and the east coast an emp nuke detonated over kansas would have to be so powerful that everything in nebraska iowa missouri oklahoma new mex and colorado with a spinal cord would die on the spot, iron ore in the ground in kansas would be magnetised forever… it is beyond fucking bollocks….  meanwhile a carrington event like solar storm that *could* take out the national grid, meh, fuck it, never gonna happen, so we will spend zero bucks protecting against that.

Meanwhile the BoE base rate goes from 0.25% to 0.5%  with rumours of a rise to a terrifying 1.0% in the next two years, and everyone loses their shit, what the fucking fuck….. the chart above runs from 1988 to the present day, and it shows that since 1992 we have been living in a financial cult, and in 2008 the cult doubled down, never in the history of anything has it been so cheap to borrow money, so never in the history of anything has it been so cheap to borrow money to invest in tools and equipment and production, which is why we are now world leaders in everything and exporters to the world of everything… oh… wait….

Any engineer / mechanic / plumber / carpenter / etc will tell you, you do not buy tools to amass assets, you buy tools to be able to do more work and make more money, and it’s not a zero sum game, you either buy tools and hope to make enough money from them to show a profit, or you do not buy the tools and do something else, and as it turns out the lower the interest rate the less interested anyone is in buying tools, because anyone can borrow money, so everyone is going to use that borrowed money for speculative things like house price inflation, foreign holidays on the plastic and private leased vehicles.

Time was a builder wanted a van he’d buy a transit with double axles and a flatbed on the back that could carry anything, including the steel tool box behind the cab, nowadays so called builders are buying panel vans with custom wheels and fuck off stereos and metallic paint, I can’t recall the last time I saw a double axle flatbed transit that wasn’t in the livery of a utility company, they are the only ones that work for a living.

There is a local road, it’s a main feeder / commuter route, it’s been shut for ten days and another 12 days to go, I drive past it twice a day, I have no idea why the entire road is closed, nobody is working on it, about 100 years down there are some cones around a hole that stretches all of 12 inches away from the kerb, there is no bridge, no overhead works, no nothing, no sane reason why a main route through town should be closed for three weeks… it’s another cult, like the roadworks and traffic signals that appear down the road from me, all I ever see to justify them is the one transit van and trailer that tows the traffic lights and cones away every night and back every morning, the road surface itself is intact and nobody is working on it.. it’s a cult.

Every fucking terrorist that ever lived put together don’t even figure on the radar when compared to politicians (local and national) and lawyers and bankers and the rest of them, you want to bring down the west, don’t go to jihadi school and eat nutella and fuck stinky 14 year olds with bad teeth and get sand in your crack, no mate, stay here and become a local politician and get into the traffic planning department or the local business department or the finance department, you’ll do more damage and bring more misery than a thousand of your brethren in the sand could ever dream of doing.

There is basically only one remaining conceivable purpose for blaming lil kim / putin / ragheads / martians / for whatever is going down, and that is so that those who have it happen to them do not rise up and kill everything that was ever in any way connected to local government or politics or law enforcement or banking or anything else, no man, it wasn’t a carrington event that we could have planned for, it was lil kim and his magical emp nuke, but don’t worry, we already got revenge on him with our mark 7 Q illudium disintegrator, that and the F35 programme.

You know the *only* people who take the US military seriously as a military force nowadays are USAian citizens, who still think 6 US marines could invade the norks in an afternoon, if only the politicians would let them.

Not to be seen as anti yank, I could say the exact same thing about the laughing stock that is the Royal Navy, the only people cheering the new “carriers without planes” are firmly on british soil, everyone else is pissing themselves.

It’s missile alley nowadays, and lets not forget the usa has to buy russian rockets to get into space, and if you can’t build space rockets, you can’t build icbm rockets, and if you can’t build icbm rockets, your theater rockets aren’t going to be that good…. meanwhile if your the best rocket scientists on the planet (because our lot let nasa and “our” nazi rocket scientists get all political) you start shipping zircon scramjet mach 5/6 missiles, but even that is probably overkill, apparently nowadays all it takes to take the US navy out is a container ship or two that maneouvers like a pig and may eventually get up to 18 knots, just add a dozen low paid Filipino crew, probably cheaper than a kalibr missile…

Half of the UK navy and army is literally robbing parts from some units of fleets of vehicles and ships to keep the rest of the units running, scrapyard wars, make do and mend, and this is in peacetime when the transgender shipmates aren’t fucking each other or taking coke.

It’s not just a cult, it’s a suicide cult.

 

November 2, 2017

LED Zeppelin

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:58 pm

Did you see what I did there with the title? Probably not, you, like me, are probably too old.

Anyhoo, long story short is someone’s kid just got a gold star in “thience” (skools here have done away with separate physics and chemistry and biology etc, replacing it all with “science” which is of course anything but) anyway the teecher holds a spot quiz with a prize of no homework that week for anyone that could answer a really difficult for a 13 years old “thience kwestchun”.

The question was When were LED’s invented?

The kid aced it with “early nineteeen seventies

Teecher was amazed, as were the rest of the class.

Kid’s dad tells me kid explains to him that he knew the answer because he had been around my place the week before and heard and seen on the big screen media jukebox that early seventies band LED Zeppelin…. so he knew LED’s were at least that old, and since the 70’s is ancient history to a 13 year old, it was unlikely to be in prehistory before that.

I’ve now spent a day running around with ideas of light emitting diode zeppelin (supported by the electric light orchestra of course) and their awesome 1971 world tour with the Tesla Girl etc etc etc running through my head, and laughing…

It’s so much of a *better* story than bonham and plant making a pun on a lead balloon, and of course the hindenburg imagery was still fairly fresh at the time so no leap to see how the album cover artist came up with that one.

Why I am really laughing, and I suppose I should be crying, is the other reported fact that the whole class thinks this kid is a fucking smartass now, and even the teecher agreed, see, as far as the teecher knew, the explanation that a band was named as a tribute to the new technology, and that is how the kid guessed the right answer seemed plausible to the teecher, and after all, all that mattered was the kid got the right answer…. and how could he have got the right answer unless there was some connection there.

I normally go to great lengths to anonymise people, but in this instance, this kid deserves the posterity, because he has unwittingly crafted and planted a meme that once heard, will never go away.

So a glass raised to you, young James, may you go far in life, though it is doubtful, given the teechers you have…. you know, the kid made (based on the information he had) a perfectly logical guess, but instead of being praised for that and then schooled in various ways of analysing that guess to see if it was likely to be a valid one, he is just rewarded, the whole incident is already yesterday’s news to him.

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October 31, 2017

The death of news.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:08 pm

Never in my entire life have I had so many different and disparate methods of being informed, whether that be about a particular subject or a particular region or a particular technology.

Contrarily, never in my life have I been less informed, because there simply is no news or discussion or information out there.

Yesterday I had an email from someone (there were a few cc’s) about USB devices dropping out, no problem, I thought, I’ll just google a couple of quick links to the USB spec and schematics and so on.

Nah, page after page of adword algorithm pimped crap, some of it going back to 2013, in fact there have been three instances in the past couple of months where someone asked me something, and I spent 5 minutes trying to google it because basically I knew *what* I was looking for, just not where to find it, before giving and and saying fuck it and reverting to the 243 gig 69,717 files 9,888 folders PDF library on the local nas box, and finding what I wanted there… a library that I amassed a few years ago as a what if shtf thing, rather than any real immediate practical use.

To be able to do that ONCE on one specialist subject that I cared about is feasible, to be able to do it three times in a few weeks over three entirely separate subjects is astonishing.

It’s not just news, it is data, it is information, the “web” had died and gone to a place where is a marketing playground a bit like those old dead tree computer books that were 300 pages long with 240 pages of adverts and 40 pages of sponsored / promotional articles….

40+ years ago in the Uk we had a weekly think called the Exchange & Mart, it was a small format small ad national thing, just adverts, you could find listings for anything you wanted, used cars, air guns, hifi, garden sheds, you name it.

Think of it as dead tree amazon + ebay + gumtree + craigslist

Of course a lot of it was shit, a lot of it was crooks, and a lot of it was scams, but there was enough real shit in there…. lots of people like me bought it every week, but never bought anything FROM it, because it gave us prices that we could use to compare, and some times it gave us products or things we had not seen before, audio amps with toroidal transformers is one that springs to mind, and that company is still going.. http://www.crimsonelectronics.com/

So, all very well, but if you were a seller, you’d probably be better off putting an advert in the window of a local shop.

For a brief time there in the early 2000’s fleabay and such beat the local option hands down, I bought and sold many things, all the way up to cars and motorcycles on fleabay, nowadays it has all gone.

If I don’t give a fuck and want it in 24 hours I’ll go on amazon, if I do give a fuck I’ll put the word out and wait for someone to get back to me, hey jimbo, you still looking for a set of wheels and tyres for your volvo shed?

Increasingly I am doing business with other businesses and I insist on dealing with board level management or better still the director in person, if I can get along with that individual I have no issues, if I cannot deal with them directly, the business is probably more trouble than it is worth.

We are fracturing along fault lines that 99% of the public are not even aware exist, and it is all more or less related to stuff that is fundamental to being able to live in a technological age.

Not being able to find how many times men bit dogs in the archives of the local newspaper will not kill me, but I have talked in the past about a nearby town/city where a guy did a throughly excellent project / website about local history, and I used it as a source for executions through the ages… so imagine my surprise to read in the daily fail today that a professor from the university of sussex has a book out and has discovered previously unknown things about witchcraft in the south west roman town / city of Exeter / Isca… http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5032595/Exeter-hub-witches-sorcerers-England.html

Or you could go to the source http://www.exetermemories.co.uk/em/executed.php

Interesting how both the prof and the daily fail can not be aware of the real treasure trove of info about a particular town / city and pretty much everything that has gone on there since roman times.

In a sense I can’t blame them, it *is* feasible, after all I can type “exeter witchcraft” into google and the first three pages of hits are MSM or commercial crap, so it all provides a nice proof of what I have been saying for years, that whatever comes up on a computer screen is fact, and nothing else exists…..

Perhaps if the “prof” from sussex had, you know, got in a car and driven down to exeter and done some actual research he might have found the answers and also found that the answers were in plain sight, not something otherwise unknown that he had just discovered.

As I said, not knowing how many times men bite dogs, or not knowing about witchcraft in exeter (a local town / city that I personally associate with bloody awful traffic and student flats being built everywhere) isn’t going to kill me.

What will kill me, and you, is people who have never actually gone to a place and just walked the streets and talked to people, telling everyone else about that place and what is going on here, and at this point it could be Exeter or Damascus or Kiev, it doesn’t matter, if everything we can find out about these places is written by people who have never actually been there, or who are selling something, be it the Exeter chevrolet dealer or damascus knives or chicken kiev.

I used to fucking laugh, back in the day, when all the Assholes On Line grabbed their CD-ROM and came online, me too, lol, ribbit, what a bunch of wankers, but even though they soon became the majority, they weren’t significant, any more than baseball fans were significant if you looked at the USA in the wider picture, sure, they were a large demographic, but it didn’t mean much, and it didn’t get in the way of much.

I’m not laughing any more.

 

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