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April 19, 2014

Unit 731 vs Dachau, random shit…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 3:11 am

One lot got accused of war crimes, one lot got given immunity, meh, the nips didn’t have any Von Braun’s to trade away with though though… so all’s fair.

You know, the more I learn about the world and people and what people actually do, the more I come to the conclusion (see fatso Cyril Smith the dead paedo… oh no, nobody knew any members of parliament were paedos back when they were alive, except we all did… ) that there are no morals at all, anywhere.

Absolutely nothing is taboo, and frankly, looking at the scale of what is done, and condoned, and immunity given and protection offered, subverting an entire kindergarten class for your own sexual perversions and desires over a period of several years is the sort of thing that is so mundane and trivial it falls off the bottom of the records.

Of course there is a great deal of effort to promote what is moral and what is legal and what is right, but it exists a world away from the reality and those who do such things… or don’t, as the case may be.

One of my rules is that if I did not personally witness it, I place very little faith that it happened even remotely similar to the way it is reported, if it even happened at all.

I’m not quite going to nut-job lengths and claiming Elvis is still alive, fact is I never met the guy, so I have to reason to believe “he” ever did exist, faking Elvis is not harder than faking Obama, and don’t assume I mean one actor, and not several actors playing the role.

Of course a belief system based on only trusting what I directly witness means that I only ever see 1 x e-736 of what actually goes down, so in many ways I am the most ignorant mother-fucker that ever walked the planet, on the other hand, RECOGNISING this fact can instantly transform me into one of the least dis-informed mother-fuckers on the entire planet….

Countdown to the revelation that Nevada rancher Clive-n Bundy has a secret stash of kiddie porn and an enclave of 12 year old sex slaves…

Taking a step back and looking at things from a removed perspective, Kim Jong ain’t all that ruthless, and for all those “ooh, some strange places on google maps/earth that are blurred” the fact is I can zoom in to where I live here in the UK and see satellite photographs of high enough quality and resolution to reveal the make and often model and always colour of every single vehicle parked on the street, but go to north korea or japan and all we see is a blob, could be a car, or a van, or who knows what.

It’s the same fucking constellation of satellites, storage of all that data is not big deal, it’s not that big a data set, and as for each users, well, it makes no odds what apparent altitude of lat and long I choose to view, the amount of data that needs to be transmitted to me for each screen is the same.

Sure, I might have more personal interest and likelihood to select the street where I live, or my mate lives, or where I lived as a kid, than some street in north Korea, or indeed ile de yeux, or belle isle, or the scillies, or the channel islands, and then you get that *other* channel island, Sark, home and fiefdom of the infamous Barclay brothers, and you have even less definition and a higher minimum altitude than north Korea.

What y’all have to realise is not only is there no valid technical reason for this, it is actually the other way around, you have to deliberately go in and impose artificial minimum apparent altitude / maximum resolution limits for various sectors of the globe.

OK, the Barclay brothers have as much clout as the Rothschild’s, hey google, I’ll consider it a favour if my back yard is stuck at 30,000 ft minimum apparent altitude https://goo.gl/maps/v8p3n while the rest of the country can stick to the default 1,000 ft https://goo.gl/maps/lqwAJ (Mayflower steps in Plymouth for yew yanks) but the fact is that this data is presented as though the doors have been flung open, y’all come in and help youselves.

Whereas the reality is quite, quite, different.

Why are UK cities shown in far more detail and at higher res than the countryside 10 miles away, and why is the countryside 10 miles away shown at higher res than the islands 30 miles offshore, and why is north Korea shown at higher res than one of those islands.

Given that the fact that it is so CAN ONLY BE because someone decided to intervene and reduce the available resolution, this decision in itself is INTRINSIC to the whole question of why, why is the reality different from the presented image that the doors have been thrown open, come in and help yourselves.

Even the “yeah, that shit is available, but, commercially only” doesn’t hold water, because the lowest resolution areas would be London, New York, Tokyo, etc.

So, in fact, you can turn it on it’s head, https://goo.gl/maps/EU1j6 which is Nelson’s old stomping grounds, high resolution, no secrets here, nothing to hide, hey have you got planning permission to reverse that trailer there?

I dunno, I did say this was going to be random shit up there didn’t I…

I just realised something today, I mean realised it for real, a person’s smart-phone outlives them as long as the battery holds charge, and you get the two ticks message delivered from whatsapp… waiting for the reply… that never comes… that never will come now….

So that’s their legacy, for their kids, whoever, the last things they said to anyone else on earth, the most recent pictures of them, and they are a sad and fucked up and minuscule as any thing else we do from hour to hour, best forgotten by all really.

That’s one of the questions on OKC, if you die and people go through your shit, would they be surprised / shocked?

Nah, 72 hours after I reset the timer last and everything goes up, including the teen waifs chained in the basement and the real recipe for coca cola and my Barry Manilow shrine…. lol

After a while, you stop caring, I remember back during my FRA incident, da po-lice interrogator comes to the sex “implement” collection, you mean the sex toy collection, bought legally on-line right here in the UK, I say… meh, she ploughs on, some of them are huuuge she says, clearly trying to build a case that the only possible use for a monster dildo is to torture the poor *victim* in this case by shoving it up her three kids and takes a fist with no lube cunt, I look her in the eye and tell her it’s my business what I want to shove up my own ass, and grin.

You know the wimminz be reacting differently this year, and I know that is a very subjective call to make, and also a claim that is easy to debunk by saying *my* attitudes have shifted, but, I still claim it is so… there is a fucking desperation out there, the casual hook up is pretty much gone, the bitches are all looking for commitment, and I’m all “you want me to make a commitment to get something you been busy giving away for free the past twenty years? get fucked…” and that ain’t going down well either.

*Some* cunt is going to pay the price for their past sexual proclivity, and it sure ain’t gonna be them, at least, that’s the plan anyways…. and half the bitches be using the same image processing algorithms as google earth, I know I said this shit before, but it is practically impossible to take a bad picture with a 2013 smart-phone, and yet most of the bitches have worse fucking profile pics than they had in 2012… and that ain’t accidental…

See, it’s what I call the crazy eye syndrome, y’all look at a picture of the bitch, and see the crazy behind those eyes….  if. y’all remember Jesusify, I could do the same for every skank on OKC, just replace all their profile text with “I’m a slut”, job done, meanwhile the fucking sites have gone to shit, bunch of freaks treating it like fuckbook with their pathetic status updates, bunch of whores promoting their “clubs” which are just ways to get guys to part with a twenty quid entrance fee to meet some hambeast who has already taken 20 cocks that night, and it’s still early…lol…. and the small percentage of old school gen-u-wine swingers, who have all pulled their horns in and shut up shop while the crazies riot in the streets…

Need me some earth cola, cos shit is getting weird when I’m the only normal fucker left…

… so, one of the difficulties you have to guard against, it’s insanity, go insane and it’s fucking game over (for you) man, being nuts is fine, but being insane, not good.

Cunt up there who is now dead, didn’t have to be so, they had a clear choice about a year ago, continue being in charge of their own destiny and riding that handcart in to hell, or making me their master, which actually ain’t such a bad deal, cos a man is responsible for the maintenance and well-being of his property and all, but no, no matter how obviously a good deal it was, she was holding out for the billionaire immortal werewolf, or the delusion that the music ain’t stopped yet, so it ain’t gonna stop tomorrow either.

Death doesn’t teach anyone anything, not those doing the dying, or those who see it, they just see the music ain’t stopped for them yet, so death just eliminates one more asshole from the world, but sadly there is no shortage of them either.

Callous and disrespectful as fuck, yeah, maybe, but *she* could have avoided it, so why is it my problem, not speaking ill of the dead, not even sour grapes at the waste, gettin’ chilly in here, throw another servant on the fire, just calling it as I see it.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2607248/Im-doing-world-favor-Heartbreaking-farewell-video-girl-16-posted-YouTube-committing-suicide.html

Yeah, you probably are girl, waste of a perfectly good white girl though, you know what I’m talking about… meanwhile, back at the ranch…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2607851/Woman-born-without-vagina-given-one-grown-laboratory-says-dreams-having-large-family.html

So, apart from the fact she is having a lab grown fleshlight impanted, since when was a vagina required to get pregnant, back when I was a lad that was the job of the womb, bitch should be careful what she wishes for though….

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2607934/Italian-pensioner-accused-court-sex-mad-wife-50-years-younger-him.html

like the man himself says “The fight started because I realised she cared more about money than sex and affection” amen brother, still, it could be worse…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2607727/Paedophile-jailed-incest-daughter-23-taken-toddler-tracked-Facebook.html

So, they have an adult consensual sexual relationship, albeit an incestuous one, but he gets two years hard jail time, and she gets two years sweet fuck all, I know the words to that tune of sexual equality before the law, meanwhile , because he banged a 15 year old girl 23 years ago when he was 28 (and the age of consent here is 16, and it is real easy to make a mistake) and it is clear from the wording that *that* skank consented too, he is now branded a paedo, even though the definition explicitly excludes what he did do, which is fuck a young sexually mature woman.

Christ, it’s not like incest and paedophilia is fucking rare, hell, it’s more common than common sense, now that is a fucking rare commodity.

And of course we are “de-escalating” the Crimea shit by sending more troops to the Russian borders, north to south, cunts are TRYING to “accidentally” start world war three… like I said, I used to be the weird one…

In the words of the Goose, I dunno man, I just got here myself…

 

April 18, 2014

Fucking ignition systems

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 8:14 pm

IMG_20140418_135011Well, after much faffing about, I decided to put the o’scope on the output of the ignition pick up sensors while cranking the engine on the starter.

Scope set to 0.2 V / div, get barely a div, if that, so < 0.2V

Now, at this time I don’t know what stock should be, but that seems way low, I’d have expected 0.6 at least, and then I hear back from the guys at Ignitech, their TCI unit takes 0.7 V minimum to trigger.

So, smoking gun found.

There are several issues here.

1/

Trying to find out what the original spec of the original pickups is supposed to be, if the iron core gets magnetised, even if the coils themselves are intact, this dramatically reduces the output, but, via oscilloscope or AC multimeter, unless you know what they are *supposed* to be, you are on a hiding to nothing.

2/

As you can see from these, and the photo attached, Mr Yamaha, in his wisdom, put these pick-ups on the outer cover, together with the stator windings, which get removed when you pull the outer cover, leaving the main engine lump and the rotor and magnets on the crank… this makes it impossible to set the pick-up to rotor clearance… which is why, as you can see, in his wisdom, Mr Yamaha made these non adjustable, *normally* pick-ups sit on a small mounting plate with two legs, and 30 or 34 mm hole centres, so, har-de-har, yet again *I* have managed to pick something that is non mainstream.

Which makes buying pick-ups difficult, (I strongly suspect the two kinds of luck I will have trying to buy OEM parts is “fuck all” and “none”) because drilling and tapping and mounting “normal” type pickups on this plate is quite doable, but I have to get the gap the same as these, and the position, and I don’t just mean rotary advance / retard position, but also the third axis, pickup centre height so it sits in the correct place axially on the crankshaft and rotor.

I strongly suspect it will be the P2 type from http://www.ignitech.cz/en/vyrobky/accessories/pick-up/pick-up.htm that I end up with, but it may possibly be a P6, because of the resistance, although there is a 1 mm difference in the “height” of the sensor from the mounting plate, which I could adapt for, but I’d rather not, wait and hear from the Ignitech guys…

*Their* problem is they haven’t come across non adjustable pick-ups before, so they are as much in the dark as I am about Mr Yamaha’s foibles.

You see, the real difficulty here, and the reason for writing this post, is that the issue is this whole approach to “black box” systems.

Resistors have colour codes, capacitors have values written on them, other components have part numbers and you can look up their specifications.

It is, quite frankly, fucking indefensible for the motor industry, or any other industry, to shift “black box” systems.

Me knowing from experience that generally speaking most of these pick up systems operate at 0.6 to 2.0 V at tick-over is one thing, it is still a huge range, but the factory TCI unit should state quite clearly what the minimum trigger voltage is (for Ignitech it is 0.7 volts, ideally this data should be on their website, but they are a small independent crowd so…) and nominal expected cranking RPM voltages, and peak voltages.

Similarly, the fucking pick-up units themselves should state not just their nominal resistance (the Haynes book of lies says 220, mine actually read 166) because frankly this just tells you if they are in one of three states, open circuit, short circuit, or something else but presumably working, but also the expected cranking RPM voltages, and peak voltages.

A coil with a highly magnetised fixed iron core is not nearly as sensitive to the “timing mark” lump of iron (in the case of an inert iron core with a very small energiser magnet on the end, which is what 95% of them are) or the magnet swinging by on the rotor.00000.MTS_snapshot_01.23_[2014.04.18_19.33.59]

One of the quick tests that you can do (apologies for getting the tube light reflection in this screen) is cover the sensor with a sheet of A4 paper, and swipe a screwdriver shaft across it.

This is 0.2 V per div, and 1 Ms sweep, so we can see the event duration is about 0.45 Ms, and we are getting about 0.15 V… it matters if your ignition is set to trigger on the rising spike or the dropping spike too….

This is bog standard laser printer A4 paper I am using , 80 gsm, is approximately 0.1 mm thick, so now we fold it in half twice, 4 layers of paper, 0.4 to 0.5 mm thick, remember the ideal pick-up / rotor gap is always around 0.8 mm irrespective of the engine.

Now the more eagle eyes of you will have noticed there is no second o-scope trace pic, because this time the ripple was negligible, the inverse square rule is at work here, and we are only at half the ideal gap, so that would give me a quarter of nothing.

Sure, the rotor itself has a much bigger lump of metal than the screwdriver so will generate much more impulse, hence me getting just under 0.2 V at cranking speed in situ with the proper Mr Yamaha gap, but it becomes interesting because the proper in situ output, which you can only test by fitting new gaskets and lube oil and replacing the outer cover properly, and the dismantled swipe with a screwdriver shafy with a pice of A4 paper in between, are broadly similar in pick-up output voltage terms…

Measuring magnetism is a lot tougher, suffice it to say that the cores of MY pick-ups will *easily* hold a teaspoon by the bowl, where easily is you feel it jerk as it released when you pull it away.

The rotor on mine is non magnetic, (yes, there are magnets INSIDE the rotor, that excite the stator coils….IMG_20140418_135042) as such, there is just a turned slot, and the timing mark is a block that is raised in this slot 2.5 mm, and about 15 mm long, so you see, these dimensions and so on are quite important.

You can see the bit I am talking about here, just above the hollow alloy pipe propping the started bendix to stay on.

So instead of being able to buy or order something according to a spec, which is what it should be, we are presented with “black box” components, and even if you know general ball park numbers for these things, it still isn’t good *enough* for you to go out and order something.

I actually have an untouched spare engine, of unknown internals condition, just bought it just in case, but these parts in that one will be 30+ years old too, and most of the people selling bits on fleabay are selling 30+ year old second hand parts, and know nothing either.

I’m actually at the point where it is almost as easy to retrofit and build a brand new system, and not because the engine is so complex or so precision or so old or anything else.

Because of “black box” engineering, where actual specs, if ever known, never left the design department.

 

April 15, 2014

ahhh fuckit

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 3:42 pm

You know the story, or maybe you don’t…

One of the things you kept no matter what, even though you disassembled Johnny 5 in the heat of the moment years ago, just in case the vindictive psycho ex decided on a land grab, turn him into scrap.. har har

So what the fuck and years pass and finally you decide it’s time to make slow gradual steps reassembling Johnny 5

One of the things that went completely missing in the intervening years is the wiring loom, though I do have pics of it side cuttered up..lol

But I did all the other shit in the interim, all new wheel bearings, brakes, powder coating, so it wasn’t total neglect, at least, that is what I try to kid myself.

So this bitch is sat there with old oil in her, and one day I decide to botch a basic wiring loom and fire her up…

No Joy, fucking dead.  Ah well, the old Yam TCI units were notorious for being crap anyway.

Fucking carbs are full of shit anyway.

Months pass and I decide to give the guys at Ignitech a call, get me a new TCI unit, new coils and HT leads, and locally get new plugs.

Strip, clean and rebuild the carbs, rig up a temp fuel supply with a funnel hanging from the roof of the shop.

Fit the coils, botch in the new TCI unit (thankfully there is no timing adjustments or anything to do on these “old” jap bikes), connect up the battery and crank the bitch.

Sweet fuck all…

Pull the HT lead and try a spare plug on the engine… nuffink…

Flash the coils (after disconnecting from the TCI) with the +ve supply and ZAP, big fat blue spark, no fucking output from the TCI.

Why no output from a brand new TCI, most likely guess is the 33 year old pick-ups on the crank, the one thing I avoided looking at for now, mainly because it means draining the oil and shit, and I was hoping to fire her up on the old oil and warm the motor, before draining, so now really it will require two oil changes, bitch.

Fuck this shit, what are the chances the old rectifier / regulator is still any good… yeah, that’s what I thought too, another case of putting something off and hoping for the best, and then at a later date being stalled again because it didn’t turn out that way.

So chase the boys at Ignitech, they supply pick-ups and rectifiers, gotta identify the right pick-ups first, and asked them in the interim if there is a method they will accept / approve to simulate a pick-up to the TCI unit and drive a coil to spark, just because, you know, so far I have an assumption, not a smoking gun…

The old pick-ups do give 166 Ohms, which is within book spec, but of course that don’t mean they are working worth shit, just means they aren’t burnt out.

Bitch is cranking and you can hear / feel the compression and she is pumping vapours like she should, just needs a fucking spark… then I could have gotten on with making a new wiring loom…

There is a moral here, the moral is the new TCI unit and coils cost me 200 Euros inc shipping, the new Yuasa YTX-20 about 120 Euros, new plugs 15 to 20 Euros, this morning I discovered that whatever tosser I lent my cable crimp tool to hasn’t returned it, and I only had a 2.99 piece of shit, so went out and bought another stripper / crimper, 45 Euros, while we are at it get some more crimps and heat shrink, another 25 Euros… we’re up to 450 ish Euros

Fucking pick-ups are only about 15 Euros each, and about 110 for the new rectifier, so I already spent the bulk of the fucking money to make a 100% brand new ignition and wiring system, oh yeah, 130 Euros for the two carb rebuild kits and consumables etc.

And because the bitch did not get a spark and start, I cannot sit here and say OK, Johnny 5 is alive, now I can proceed and make the wiring loom and all the other shit I have to do to turn this from a project in the workshop to a street legal and reliable bike.

So these days I have free are, at least as far as project bike is concerned, wasted.

All because I delayed buying the pickups and rectifier, because I was trying to save on an oil change…. because I decided this time to buy the bitch some semi synthetic instead of the usual generic stuff, and that shit is 80 Euros a gallon… plus a new filter.

And new headlights are on the list, and the saddle needs remaking or replacing, and being honest the tank needs swapping for a larger one, as it is the old one is full of rust flakes and the pet-cock is seized solid, needs a final drive chain too, so it’s not like it isn’t going to be a money pit for a while yet… I suspect there is a 1,000 Euros without any problems at all in those little things.

And I haven’t, or won’t, actually save any money, by the time the job is done.

And as I type this, the bitch hasn’t sprung into life and filled my workshop with noise and smell and carbon monoxide, which is a bummer.

And this is a really simple ignition system, you just plug things together, there is no adjustments of any kind that can be made to the ignition electrics.

And I still managed to fuck it up, which is the only definition that really applies when you get up with the plan to start that bitch today…

Spoiling a ship for ha’p’orth of tar.

And because I scared myself a couple of days ago, you know “it’s been a few years since the bitch was run last” and then someone asks you when, exactly… so you start digging through your electronic files.

July 2005, so coming up on NINE mother-fucking years, not “a few”, fucking NINE….  it’s getting to the stage of one of those youtube vids, and here she is, last started in 1926….

(not mine below)

April 14, 2014

Hermit Life – I woebot…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:16 pm

I was fortunate to grow up in a scholastic system that embraced apartheid, no, so that crap about black and white, but segregating boys and girls.

Girls are like any other wonder drug of programming, the more you are exposed to them, the more alluring they are and the more of their shit you will put up with and the more effort you will expend to gain acceptance by them.

Classrooms are *utterly* different too, not only are there no girls for anyone to impress, you don’t get any “jocks” either… sure, you get one or two boys who start shaving at 14 and are 6 foot and kick ass on the sports fields, but since there are no girls to idolise them they end up talking to everyone, and the class dweeb is quite likely to take the piss out of them to their face.images

Anyone who went through old school men only military training (indeed one of the channels our place fed into was the armed forced officer training lark) will know what I am talking about here, Molseworth Jr might be a right cunt, but he was stuck in the same jug as you, which made him one of yours.

Of course all the shit you get from everyone *else* is that everyone who goes to a boys only school is a right homo / shirt-lifter / cocksucker / takes it up the ass / etc.

For my sins I did some short stints in ordinary mixed schools, and I can tell you, anecdotally and factually, that there is *far* more limp wristed wimpy faggy pathetic shit going on in mixed schools… and I’m not talking percentage points or even orders of magnitude, I’m talking a total fucking absence in one and a total lack of  anything masculine in the other.

These (boarding) schools used to be particularly harsh awakenings for 11 year olds (at the time 11/12 years old was the 1st year of senior school, hence 1st years or 1st form, in your 5th year you sat O level exams and could in theory leave school and go to work, or stay two more years, lower and upper 6th, sit your A levels, and then go to work, or go on to university of college or an academy / OTC etc) who had up until then either avoided school altogether in the colonies, or managed to attend a local day school, and it doesn’t matter which school you went to 1st and 2nd form was always referred to by some name that involved them shitting themselves, because they were the lowest rung on the ladder.

So the little shits are crying themselves, literally, to sleep every night, and nobody gives a shit, get over it kid, and three weeks later a parcel arrives from home, mummy has sent you your favourite chocolate cake and stuff…. which promptly gets stolen / confiscated / taken by the 3rd former who has the unpleasant duty of nursemaiding you little shits this week, making sure you are all up dressed and washed and down for breakfast, making sure your homework is done during prep, making sure you are washed undressed and in bed for lights out.

Which is only fair, because that is what said 3rd former went through when he was a 1st former…

By the second term of the 1st form, you learned to divvy up all your treats instantly amongst everyone else in the dorm, and if the 3rd former takes it first, say nowt, better still invite him to have some, politely, and he will, and you will get the rest back to divvy up.

It was brutal, in the sense that the regime was so powerful compared to the individual that you could not beat it, you could to some extent choose the manner in which you conformed, but conform you will. Choice does not enter into it.

Several years ago I bumped into a chap, managing director of a company, twin screw diesel yacht and villa in Spain, Jag and Bentley in the direway, yadda yadda, hadn’t seen him for years, “Hey Stinky” I said.. no malice in it.

That was his nickname, and everyone had one, every year had a stinky.

Stinky was the quiet shy guy who was too embarrassed to take his clothes off and wash and shower (not that the showers were ever more than lukewarm) with everyone else, and who didn’t understand having to do shit for himself, so every week on the bed the top sheet went on the bottom, new top sheet and new pillow case, and all your laundry went into the old pillow case, so stinky started to smell.

So the other boys ragged on him, which just made him even more turtle in a shell, so about six weeks into his first term they throw him and all his clothes in the showers, on cold, with a bar of soap, and then the bedclothes, (2 sheets 1 pillowcase 1 blanket 1 counterpane I set of pyjamas) too, and tell him, wash yourself and your clothes stinky, and every morning and evening we do not see you washing with everyone else, we do it to you again….  so stinky spent the night in damp pyjamas in a damp bed, shivering.

He never had to be told again, but 6 years later in the upper 6th he was still “stinky” to the rest of his form, and he shall forever remain so, but only to us.

(In the spirit of full disclosure, stinky responded to my greeting with “Hey cunty”, as I was a procurer of “cunt books” eg porn mags I used to swag (steal) from the 6th)

That sort of thing was not an example of brutality, or anything that stood out, that was perfectly normal day to day routine.

“Sport” was of course compulsory, rugby union, running, hurdles, javelin, discus, and cross country, and of course gym 2 hours a week indoors,  you all did them all, no exceptions, no excuses, no allowances. You did not have to be any good at them, but you fucking well did them all.

Broken bones would get you sent off to hospital, anything less it was a sticking plaster or an aspirin, take your pick…. Of course anyone actually being given an aspirin or sticking plaster by the school nurse / matron was purely apocryphal.

If, and I mean if, anyone questioned or commented on any of this, it was to remark that “Boys need toughening up”.

To be strictly fair, the girls equivalents weren’t a hell of a lot better, substitute hockey for rugby and domestic science for woodwork, but the regimes were broadly similar.

But in the same vein, they were unable to have any opportunities to show off in front of boys, so it cut both ways.

Invariably there was always a girls school not too far from a boys school, and so fraternisation with the enemy was inevitable, but it happened out of school hours, and if you got caught actually fucking or worse still there was a pregnancy involved, both parties got expelled “for bringing the school into disrepute” which was of course code for being so stupid you got caught.

Again, anyone who has been through old school military will tell you, just because some things are strictly controlled and regimented, it doesn’t mean there is no wriggle room… and it makes the small victories all the more important.

One of the rules was you always had to wear the standard school tie, and yes, you had to year it around the collar of your shirt, nowhere else, and you also had to tie your tie in a Windsor Knot.

No room for expression there… right?

Wrong.

One of my claims to fame was I always had the smallest knot of anyone ever on my school ties, if you tried to just pull it tight eventually you would tear the thing, I had a secret method that involved the application of certain things that made the threads soft and stretchy and slidely, and you only needed to slide the knot a few inches to take the tie off and put it on, you never had to actually undo it… a win for me amongst my form mates, and a win for me from our chemistry teacher.

So…

The point of all this is you go out into the world after school, and girls are no aliens, you know about them, you aren’t shy or anything, the big thing is you utterly lack the 5 or 6 years of absorbing their shit that you get in mixed schools.

Public (UK public, US private) school girls have said the same thing to me, mixed school guys are such effeminate wimps, or troglodytes… like Nigel above.

When you cater to boys and girls simultaneously, it damages both.

The Hermit is therefore someone who does not habitually socialise and acclimatise with whatever it is they are being a hermit from.

It’s the same sort of gap you get between someone who has never been in the services, and someone who has, they always know each other apart… almost always… ex services guys always think ex boarding school guys are all ex services, even though many of them are not, and are ex cons instead..lol

MGTOW is Hermit life.

Abstaining from female company, especially if you are also able to do so in the work environment, makes you much less socialised and acclimatised and attuned to da wimminz.

In my entire adult life, I have co-habited with females for perhaps 10 years.

Of those ten years, perhaps only 2 were actually sharing a double bed, I’d say another 2 years of twin beds, and the remaining 6 years as separate beds and bedrooms.

For the other 20+ years, I have lived alone. Bachelor Boy.

Hermit Boy.

The “culture shock” for me to move into, for example, some skank’s house who has two daughters, and be the new man of the house and play happy families, is probably as great as the culture shock stinky faced all those years ago.

And, crucially, by the time you do adapt, and socialise, and acclimatise, you will no longer be the same person.

You will no longer be the Hermit.

I am at an age now when many factors conspire against me, there are logarithmically less *young* wimminz interested in someone who is mid fifties, as opposed to mid forties, it’s not a big step in age, but it is for many a step too far.

Kids are another thing, I may be biologically capable, but temperament wise I’m getting too old for all that shit, I’ve seen the film before, and it wasn’t what it was cracked up to be, more re-runs don’t interest me.

Wimminz aren’t blind to this shit either, they just see an old dog who can’t be made to learn new tricks, and there ends their interest… huge, vast, unimaginable difference for a wimminz between a “bachelor” and a “confirmed bachelor”

“Confirmed bachelor” is just as alluring and attractive to wimminz as “Hermit”

Which brings me, finally, to the point of this post.

I see lots of younger MGTOW types, and they are trying to have their cake and eat it, and they will cite George Clooney as indicative of something about wimminz here.

They want to be the socially aware and attuned and acceptable Hermit, who gets offers all the time from 7′s and 8′s and 9′s, but who still does their own thang.

It don’t work like that guys.

I did not end up spending most of my life, and in all probability the rest of my life, living as a Hermit because I chose to live in a cave, and chose to not get involved with Julie and Jackie and Jane.

I ended up in a cave because I became a Hermit, and no fucker wants to live in a cave, least of all with me.

And THAT is what you have to make peace with bro.

You can either be your own Hermit, and accept that no wimminz wants to live in a cave, least of all with you, or you can quit being a Hermit, and allow yourself to be made over into something else entirely, a different person entirely.

Self and isolation, or the death of self and companionship, that is the choice.

Make it well, because by the time you get to my age, which will happen faster than you think, the die will be cast and you won’t get a say in it no more.

 

April 12, 2014

The Personal Computer – part four.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 12:06 am

Before I dig too far into this, some personal anecdotes.

Back in the day, I decided to experiment with liquid cooled computing. Y’all know the score, much talk about Cray and Flourinert, and a couple of hobby things with water cooling closed circuit style.

Lots of talk, lots of speculation, but no real meat and potatoes.

So, I had a socket 754 Intel lying around having just upgraded, time to play.01748_DSCF0003

After much research I found that “mineral oil” was the thing to go for, for the home hobbyist / experimenter, so where to get it? Eventually I found a place to buy “liquid paraffin”, which is the same thing by a different name, it’s a horse laxative, and you can buy it in gallon cans for not a lot of money.

This stuff is good because it is reasonably viscous, clear, not very hygroscopic, and quite hard to ignite.

So I proceeded to find an old (glass, not acrylic, for thermal transfer and dissipation) fish tank, and set about cutting bits of acrylic to carry everything, and also stripped EVERYTHING down to bare bones, PSU the lot.

I decided to be really clever, and use a pair of WD Raptors (these were fucking expensive back in the day) striped for speed, and cooled by the oil, but out of contact with it, by way of sitting them in some ziplok bags, and yes, I tested the bags for 72 hours first to see if they would degrade.

Now, no well done experiment is a failure, because they all lead to valid and useful data, and such was the case here.

What really killed this experiment was the oil wicking up the insides of the SATA cables, osmosis style, out of the oil and back down again to the SATA connectors in the HD’s and thence to the inside of the HD’s, which of course killed em, stone fucking dead.

It took 10 days to wick in, but it got there in the end.

However, there were quite a few other interesting “discoveries”

1/ It was genuinely, truly, totally fucking silent.

2/ It did not necessarily cool the PC better, but it cooled it more evenly, eg the range of temperatures across the mainboard were all within a degree or so of each other.

3/ It weighs a lot more than you think.

4/ Note the 120mm fan, yes, fans do work in oil, just slower, and pure convection alone wasn’t nearly as optimal as sticking a fan in there to stir it up.

5/ note also the fans on CPU and northbridge, same story.

6/ In an air cooled PC the coolant “leaks” everywhere, but since it is air it don’t matter, in this one the coolant leaked everywhere too, hence the containment vessel of the fish tank… the big difference is the thermal mass of the contained coolant, this thing would take 30 minutes of gaming to even nudge the overall coolant temp.. I experimented first with 4 x 150 watt aquarium heaters BTW.

7/ You really, really, really need a fixed and stable build, hardware wise, it’s hard to describe the mess when you try to pull one component or add some RAM etc…. once it is lagged in oil you DARE not put any power on it after you pull it, and thin layer of oil is a great insulator.

8/ Add some LED’s, and one word, “Aurac” from Blakes 7, woot…

Prior to this you ended up running air cooled, and if you ran rack mount kit, particularly 1U kit, that meant lots of noisy little 40 mm fans running in harmonic like bombers engines, this shit on the right was in the hallway, and you could hear it all over the house.

But ultimately, this back-story is just that, it is a back-story to highlight what it means to indulge in Personal Computing.

Nowadays world and dog can go out and buy a Raspberry Pi, , its the modern equivalent of those 100 electronic experiments peg board toys you used to get, which were 10 different ways to wire up a bell, 10 different ways to wire up a light, and … no… no op amp, 555 timer, or anything else, so everyone who bought the fucking thing is going to do the same “experiments”

I know, I’ll go and buy a 3d extrusion printer, and download the same skull file everyone else does, the same iphone cover everyone else does, the same naked woman everyone else does.

It’s not PERSONAL.

The big problem with this is that unless you get to play with something, you don’t get to learn… I made a living for a year or two in the sweet spot between discovering that 99% of laptop batteries contained 18650 li-on cells, and all you needed was them and a charge regulating circuit and the “fuse” chip, all of which I could get from china cheap and fresh, and after-market batteries becoming a mainstream business… an option that was only possible because I could play, which is something you can only do with YOUR property.

YOU never own an iphone or ipad, it is “sold” to you under licence.

Now we are even going away from that, cloud compute is all about using some remote CPU power, so your device doesn’t need any, some remote storage, so your device doesn’t etc… and you really can’t play with something that is 75 millisecond ping away somewhere, who knows where…

This part has been delayed a week, because I have ummed and aahed about this next bit.

Amongst the other junk I have in my workshop are a couple of ex UK MOD EHT sources, they came out of the back of big radar sets, 12 VDC current limited to an amp or two in and a nice fat spark at the rate of 5 to 7 a second out that will jump a 5 mm air gap with ease, so we are probably looking at around 10 KV minimum.

I got these and a dozen big 3 farad 350 V caps for an experiment.

A couple of years ago a guy I know is around, we start playing, we discuss this, I say yes, the voltages are *similar* to a piezo kitchen gas igniter, but if it goes to your finger while the gas igniter will make you yelp and then it will pass, with these babies it will really fucking hurt, and it will still hurt 24 hours later too, much more current (I have had this argument before too, coil or electronic ignition vs a magneto) so don’t ask me why but we got to zapping some various old bits of electronics, and it turning into junk.

He decides he wants a EHT generator.

I tell him plasma globes have the same sort of thing, (but much less powerful) just break it apart, throw away the globe and the base, you’ll get a tiny PCB and the EHT wand and a 12 V supply jack.

Couple of days later he has made this thing up, he shows it to me, 8 x AA cells and a bunch of self amalgamating tape and an old marigold glove and he has a portable zapper.

I have no idea why, maybe it is just me, but it never occurred to me to question WHY he wanted this, and it was only later that I recalled saying “oh yes, won’t make a difference” and proceeded to demonstrate that applying the EHT to the end of a CAT5 cable, with the other end 10 metres away plugged into some crappy old D link 4 port home switch, was still instant death to the D link.

Only later being after (I can talk about this now) I heard that the ISP he worked at lost a whole rack of switches and routers, basically half their infrastructure.

No obvious reason why either, the whole lot just didn’t do what it should, some boxes power cycled endlessly, some powered up but did nothing, some didn’t power up, none of them worked, and of course the server room was sealed, and he didn’t have a key, but he did have access to the other end of the CAT5 that went into one port one ONE of these switches….

This is not an isolated incident, I know, but can’t prove, of at least a dozen other incidents of this scale, all different people and places, it’s the dirty little secret, JEDEC vramp and uramp, silicon chips and proms and fpga etc are all hideously susceptible to high voltages, and if you limit the current there are no visual clues whatsoever.

I only discovered this by accidentally meeting a guy called Tom, I needed an electronics whizz for a project, I found Tom, Tom made a steady living potting two female RS232 sockets in a short piece of poly pipe, of course inside the poly pipe and potting was an opto-isolator.

So periodically someone new stumbles across this dirty little secret, and decides to have some mischief, or revenge, or just plain I wonder what will happen if,,, oh shit…  and because almost nobody experiments any more, nobody but the likes of me has any inkling what is going on when a bit of expensive electronics suddenly stops working or starts acting very strangely.

Now I personally know of at least two people who have used this method to circumvent what we can call “reluctant” “cough” Seagate “cough” warranty departments, who would accept a DOA return, but not something with an intermittent fault, or which worked, but nowhere near where it was supposed to.

It is anecdotal and a rumour, but I was told of one northern uk police department where an orifice accidentally discharged his taser getting into the car, the barbs went into the wiring loom under the dash / footwell, and took out *everything* not just the onboard computers and digital video, but the vehicle electronics as well.

The point that I am trying to address here, is that the lack of Personal Computing removes the opportunity from everyone to learn anything of any depth greater than what icon to hit with what gesture to open an app, and this includes those who end up designing, building, maintaining and working with this kit.

Everything has a switch mode PSU now, which is a *very* flexible piece of kit, gone are the days (in countries with a 220 VAC mains supply) of causing much hilarity and issuance of magic smoke by turning off a co-workers PC at the wall, putting the switch on the back of the PSU to 110, and sitting back and waiting.

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But the flexibility of the switch mode PSU and its ability to “eat” almost anything has also led to the creation of a whole new breed of UPS’s and inverters that put out modified sine wave, where modified means it looks like a set of escher stairs, it’s got fuck all to do with sine waves.

Because I love you guys, and I am a generally fluffy and cool guy, I just went out back, pulled a brand new DC power supply from a brand new in the box 500 quid cisco router with 12 VDC in, and look what you see.

(Yes, I know it looks like AC, but it is really just the ripple on DC)

0.2 V per div, and three pics taken about a second apart, not only is there AC ripple, it is quite significant, and variable, ranging from around 0.6 V to 1.0 V, there is also a significant amount of higher order transient noise, you can SEE where the DC rectification is being done badly by cheap components, that themselves rely on some sort of capacitance and tolerance in the input stage of the device being powered.

Yes, it’s a shitty old single trace 40 MHz Hitachi, but it still works, and it is light years ahead of “no scope and relying on the label on the device in question”

Now I’m not an electronics guy, but to me, if I was telling an electronics guy to build me a 12 VDC PSU for a 500 quid router, and he produced that, the cunt would be looking for a new job.

I’d expect 12 VDC plus or minus 0.12 V, which is only 1% tolerance, and I’d expect fuck all ripple, which is only a couple of 50 cent caps in the PSU output stage… which would also prevent start up spike and shit.

Now, with all of the above, I am not suggesting that ordinary commercial kit should be able to withstand the direct application of 10 KV, but I am suggesting that only a fucking lunatic would interconnect a rack containing upwards of 100k worth of kit with CAT5, which is an ELECTRICAL conductor first and foremost, and not say to themselves, hmmm, this means that anything that hits anything in this rack is going to hit everything in this rack, I might wanna take some precautions here…

220 or 110 volts AC would have done as good a job as the EHT, it would just have left evidence, magic smoke and burnt tracks and tripped breakers. Hell I can remember seeing articles about in in dead tree magazines, cat 5 and RJ 11 and coax all wired to mains sockets and called variations of “modem buster” etc.

Personal Computing is then the difference between knowing various bits and pieces of biology and medicine and first aid, and having an app on your iphone to take your pulse.

Personal computing is the difference between owning and maintaining and driving your own car, or calling the cab company, and not actually knowing if you are being taken on the quickest and most direct route… you see, there are always follow on bits of ignorance that lead from initial bits of ignorance… give up the role of driver, you give up the role of navigator too…

Computing has become such a fundamental and intricate part of every day life, that a lack of personal computing of necessity means being ignorant of much of every day life.

It simply is not possible for you to grasp or understand most of it.

High Frequency Trading, you have no hope of understanding what it REALLY is, unless you have prior knowledge of the old racket where the mob used to get the horse race results from a town 500 miles away before the bookies did… hell there was even a good film about a guy who did it in Australia, can’t remember what it is called now.

If you, reading this, could see all those pictures and knew what they depicted without the need for captions, and if you could follow everything discussed here without the need to google it, then you are blessed my son, and I’ll wager, you are someone who has direct experience of Personal Computing.

If you had difficulty, then I will wager you have no direct experience of Personal Computing, just Computing, with your sealed for life, non customisable, as it comes from the factory, tamper proof, sold under licence only, computing device.

And as computing is inherent to modern life, that should scare you… lots.

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In closing, EHT is no fucking joke, any spark is an arc, and any arc is a conductor, if you happen to create a current path via an arc to some powerful source, eg 440 VAC, the consequences could be not merely painful or expensive but fatal.

If you want to play with EHT, at the very least always keep your feet insulated from ground, and one hand in your pocket, preferably your favourite hand.

If you want to zap things with EHT, see the first point above, disconnect them from ALL power sources first, and all further electrical connections and interconnects.

April 11, 2014

Letters to the Ephesians.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 2:52 pm

I went to one of “those” schools, expensive, so you had 11 year old boys running around calling each other cretins instead of shitbag.

Every sunday one unfortunate inmates H^H^H^ pupils would be selected to go up on the altar and read the gospel, you were told a few days beforehand both that it was your turn, and what gospel you were expected to read, so you could practice.

Mine was supposed to the the letter to the ephesians, whoever the fuck they were, but on the morning in question I was told no, that one isn’t being done now, it’s going to be teh letter to teh cretans….. so I got dared to stand up and say the letter to teh cretins… no fucking way I said, I’m already in enough trouble and second in the all time school league table of corporal punishments in one term.

But, the human brain is a funny old thing, and so there I was, desperately telling myself to say cretans, not cretins, and so the words pop out of my mouth, St Paul (or whoever it was) letter to the cretins… much tittering from the assembled, except for the warders H^H^H^ teechers… oh shit…

For some reason today I was taken back to that time, I said the thing I was telling myself not to say under any circumstances.

It was about morals, and ethics, and standards.

These fuckers running stuff, they have none, so any that we have a merely a hindrance.

“What’s worse, one child being raped or one thousand children dying?”

Obviously it’s the thousand dying, it doesn’t require any thought or computation at all, in fact the only time the answer is any different is if the one in question is my own flesh and blood, and the thousand are in some far off land.

I dunno, maybe it is a function of increasing age, but all the sacred moral and ethical cows are dying like plump piglets in a biafran village…. and fuck you and everyone else who rode in on the horse that tries to gaslight that question above into me being pro-paedo.

I’m just not anti it so much…

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2014-04-10/paul-craig-roberts-dilemma-world-war-or-end-dollar

You know, we all have bigger fucking fish to fry, and bigger cunts to hang from trees on the village green.

If I hadn’t been separated on pain of imprisonment from my own children, I am 100% confident in my ability to protect them from any hordes of wandering paedos…. protecting them from our glorious leaders, not so fucking much.

Of course if your kids are dead in shallow graves from the socio-economic collapse and world war three, they have nothing to fear from paedos, it just seems a little extreme to me as a countermeasure.

Come a global collapse, say a friend asked me to care for and raise her daughters, as in hers, no ours, none of my DNA in there, what’s in it for me? If I don’t get to fuck them?

I’m not asking this question from a paedo perspective, I’m asking it from a purely mercenary perspective.

The *reason* I am asking it from a purely mercenary perspective is to highlight the hypocrisy, our western (which decreasingly means US foreign policy) attitude to the Ukraine is after all a purely mercenary one, as was our attitude to Syria, Iran, Iraq, Libya, etc etc etc.

And if it is all hypocrisy, then surely hypocrisy on a grand scale involving tens or hundreds of thousands is worse than hypocrisy one small child at a time.

Which is the greater evil?

And then ask yourself, what policy at home allows our glorious leaders to continue that, with our tacit blessing, while also rendering us unable to compete, as the man armed with morals and ethics will surely lose to the mercenary.

I was already given the choice of sacrificing myself futilely, or simply walking away, either way my kids are taken from me by force by the state.

You think any other child on the planet is worth more to me?

They are not worth anything to our glorious mercenary leaders, so it is you, dear reader, with your morals and your ethics and your standards, who is out of fucking touch.

April 8, 2014

Dreams are what it means

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 9:02 pm

So you’re having a dream, and next thing you know you’re riding in a vehicle that you know is scrapped, rapping with a guy you know is dead, discussing some shit that happened yesterday, and then you’re flying, it’s all crazy impossible shit, but it’s just a dream hey….

… so then some fuckwit will talk about interpreting dreams, how they are the mind’s way of sorting shit, analysing shit, filing shit… it’s all bollocks.

It’s all bollocks because dreams are just the ripples on the surface of the mind, of course in a dream, nothing that breaks the dream is permitted, because after all, this isn’t a scenario being run in the whole mind, you may well have 16 gigs of ram in there, but that shit is asleep, and the dream is just an 8 kilobyte demo being run in the on board cache, it just doesn’t have the processing power to run a proper simulation, so not only are corners cut and reality suspended for the duration, but the very fact that corners have been cut and reality has been suspended is itself prohibited from being seen… there just ain’t the system resources.

Back in the day I played with dogs and acid, I was on the acid, the dogs weren’t, but I got an insight into small brain size, intellect wise, you can process shit in great detail, but only one thing at a time, easy to get distracted, or surprised, and the last thing you were doing is just forgotten man.

So I’m chatting to one of my fellow employees today over a coffee or three after yet another pointless job, we’re shooting the shit, and it gets to HQ staff, which includes some of the wimminz, who are as much use as tits on a bull… and we discuss the latest piece of insanity from a skank ho I used to pump and dump before she got too crazy for me to put up with.

So he says to me “Do you think all wimminz are crazy then?

So I look at him and think for a moment, and say “It is interesting, the way you phrase that question, you have a default assumption that all wimminz are not crazy, and I must argue that they are…. What if that is not the case, why start from an assumption that being crazy is not the default state for wimminz?

Which gets us into a potentially difficult discussion about what is the definition of crazy, before we can say crazy is a default yes or no assumption for all wimminz.

Except it isn’t, to me, all that difficult, if you listen to the words people actually use, eventually they are telling you all about themselves, not what they SAY, or CLAIM, but the words they actually use, for example wimminz will talk about another chapter, like their life is a fucking book, eg a fucking fictional novel…. hello… did you listen?

And the best / easiest layman’s description that I can come up with that answers the question, WHAT THE FUCK, when some insane act or deed or words come out of a wimminz, is this.

It’s all a fucking dream.

Corners are cut and reality is suspended for the duration, and the 9 million ton elephant in the corner is the fact that corners are cut and reality is suspended for the duration.

What’s the phrase you hear an old man use time and time and time again when talking to a young man who is cunt struck from hanging around wimminz all the time.

Fucking wake up boy.

Listen to the words.

The yanks (used to) say “airhead”, but it means the same thing, the bitch’s skull is full of dreams, and not dreams like men mean, dreams about being a racing driver or shit, but DREAMS, dreams that embody cut corners and suspended reality, ludicrous, preposterous, stupid shit that no conscious waking intellect could maintain.

Cartoons.

So, lets do some empirical analysis.

You wish to achieve a change from state A to state B in a wimminz.

You have two options, which one is a logical conscious male brain likely to select as the strategy most likely to work, and what will an experienced red pill mother-fucker tell you will actually work?

1/ I’m the man you’ve always dreamed of, and you’re my bitch.

2/ I’m a reliable and practical man with a trade and many skills, you’ll never have to worry about your car breaking down or the washing machine door refusing to open, I have a good job, the family is healthy so genetically our kids would be good…. yadda yadda yadda.

We have already stipulated the the REASON corners are cut and reality is suspended in dreams is simply because the tiny piece of the brain doing the dreaming simply does not have the processing capacity for anything that complex.

How the fuck do you expect option #2 in blue above to fit into said 1k input buffer without destroying the whole dream state?

Wake the fuck up boy.

Here is a FUCKING FACT for your waking and conscious intellect to process.

You KNOW, either first or second hand, of a whole fucking raft of cases where a wimminz wakes up, having dreamt that her boyfriend cheated on her, and proceeds to give him a fucking hard time for what the dream him did to the dream her, and when he, quite logically, says WTF bitch, you’re giving me shit for something YOU dreamt about in YOUR fucking head, she gets even more irate on his ass….

You KNOW that shit actually fucking happens in the real world.

Is there any way you can explain this shit away in a rational conscious intellect?

Or is it the sort of thing that can only fly in dreamland when you’re riding with a dead guy in a car tat got crushed ten years ago, discussing something that happened to you yesterday, when the car suddenly starts flying….

So why not start with a default assumption that being crazy is the natural state for wimminz, and the definition of crazy in this context meaning to live in a fucking dreamworld.

I mean, really, you take the high all bitches are sane road, and I’ll take the low all bitches are crazy road, and I’ll be in poontang land afore ye…

April 6, 2014

The Personal Computer – part three

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 5:18 pm

So, going on from the last part, and the two guys sat 400 yards away from each other on opposite sides of a river, in scenario 1 with two mobile phones, and the network is down so they can’t talk to each other, and in scenario 2 with two walkie talkies, so they can.

In scenario 2 you have a PERSONAL comms device, using the word personal in the same way that personal was used in personal computer originally.

Since it is 2014 and we are all on about the cloud and virtualised services, chromeboxes, chromebooks, Valve Steam, MMORGs, Dropbox, Office 365, Gmail, Hotmail, web hosting, and just about everything else you can think of, it is all excluded from the definition of “personal”.

It is for this reason that I have always been a proponent of the NAS box, and keeping either an old Cobalt RAQ lying around, or an old laptop that you could run AMP on or go the whole hog and go LAMP (Linux Apache MySQL PHP) and then whack in all the services required to make it an email and web server and mebbe DNS and DHCP too.

If you can cut the network connection and it either stops working, OR, degrades in any way, it ain’t personal buddy.

Sadly, what we are looking at is an across the board marketing drive to make as many things as possible not personal.

This is compounded by users, a blog I follow now and again is The slog, and as we can see from that linked article, despite many years of battling the technology, the author is still immensely frustrated with computing in general.

The *reason* he is frustrated is quite simple, and ironic, given the stuff he talks about in his blog, not just a failure to adapt and learn, but a refusal to do so.

Guess what, he has bought a crappy little Acer laptop and is whining about the end of XP and why the new browser choice thing in his new laptop is there and why IE doesn’t play nicely with Gmail.

I have precisely zero sympathy.

Same way I had zero sympathy with Bill and others claiming that running a website / blog / forums is so hard and so difficult and so time consuming and so expensive.

You’re fucking doing it wrong, cunts.

You are demanding all the control that you get with PERSONAL computing, and also demanding all the lack of intervention or maintenance or customisation or responsibility that you get with NON-PERSONAL computing.

You can’t have it both ways… a market that Apple exists to exploit, neither fish nor fowl yet claiming to be better than both.

I’m an engineer by trade, been playing with computers since the dawn of personal computing, and my day job is making the network work for business of all sizes up to and including fortune 50. I have designed bespoke computer hardware, and I am not talking about building a custom PC from off the shelf components here. I have access to the very top levels of the backbone itself where the infamous GCHQ / NSA black boxes reside.

*I* am the fucker you want to listen to, if you want an honest and impartial opinion on things like apple build quality or WindowsXP or cloud computing etc.

Not because I am a smart ass know it all who is always right, but because at least I can offer a PROFESSIONAL opinion worthy of consideration.

But, like the comments section in the slog in that article, people who do not work professionally with all this stuff are giving opinions, it’s like going to a murder trial and asking a coroner how likely it is that this death by poisoning was not deliberate, or the DNA lab guy to tell you how unlikely it is that this positive match could occur if the guy in question is actually innocent.

These questions get asked, and opinions get given, but Carl Sagan was no more of an expert than me in wood framing, so why should his opinion even be listened to? If you want to know about the Centauri binary system, ask Sagan, if you want to get to the moon, ask Von Braun…. not Sagan.

The point that I hope you will understand here is that the PERSONAL in personal computing did not JUST mean you had all those resources locally under your control, it also meant you had all those resources locally under your control…lol.. eg, it is not anyone else’s problem to maintain that shit, or manage it, or anything else.

If you were incapable or unwilling to exert that control, then personal computing is not for you.

Do you want central heating and a thermostat that is set once when the system is installed and then you close the cover and never ever look at the system again?

Or do you want a gas or electric or coal fire in each room, you turn it on, you turn it up or down, you turn if off, or forget to, or forget to turn it on so you have no hot water, yadda yadda yadda.

“OH FUCK!” is well known to those who embraced personal computing when it was new, because you had so much control and so little automation that it was a fairly regular occurrence to lose everything you had spent all morning working on, until you learned the lessons, lessons that still serve me to this day in my day job, and make others look at me and say that guy knows his onions, not because I do, but because I don’t take anything on trust and document everything and my first priority is always to be able, at worst, to roll back to the situation when I walked in the door.

And that little word I used up there is the key, automation, it is the flip-side of personal, in this context.

John Ward at the Slog is complaining about IT tech because he isn’t interested in learning how to control stuff so it can be personal and work reliably, and he is also unhappy with the lack of control that comes when things are automated.

There are only two items on the menu, you take full control and responsibility and make it personal, or you opt for the convenience of automation and make it non-personal.

Both options have serious drawbacks, this, essentially, is life.

For whatever reasons, and it is well outside the scope of this series of posts to delve into those reasons, the facts are that the options being presented to Joe Public are trending to ever greater extremes of non-personalised central and automated control, and very small amounts of personalised individual and bespoke tailoring.

It is also outside the scope of this series of posts to delve into what the fuck we are all doing with the vast amounts of personal time liberated by giving up personal control, shades of the modern housewife with the washing machine, tumble dryer, dishwasher, microwave, refrigerator, freezer, mixer, juicer, electric can opener, toaster, hoover, spray cans of everything, disposable nappies and everything, and yet they have no time now to keep a house in order…

But, we can observe, since the personal is disappearing from computing, what are the future likely trends.

Well, if you were in the so called “Arab Spring” riots when the state turned off the mobile networks and internet access, having a copy of serval mesh on your android phone and a Cheshire Catalyst packet radio install / set up on your PC, you are either a dangerous subversive, or a go to guy, depending who has you in their sights.

The Serval Project ***IS*** PERSONAL, in the same sense of the word that personal computers were personal.

We can see right away, sadly, that the likes of John Ward at the Slog would be analogous to the classic 4 auto dealers at the crossroads….

Which, in closing part three of this series, gives us something else to think about, before part four.

As I and many others have discussed, in what I describe as Men vs Wimminz and Niggerz, men seek to understand and control and change the environment, wimminz and niggerz seek the easy way out, the short cut, the instant gratification.

Indeed, personal computing has always had this “criticism” levelled at it, it was not all inclusive, it wasn’t cuddly, it wasn’t easy, it didn’t come in pink… and then comes all the shaming language, it is sad, lonely, creepy, living in the basement.

Before I close, I want to take a diversion, into something that at first seems quite irrelevant.

I’m just about to get a new company car, as the lease has expired on the old one.

The new one has automatic lights, automatic wipers, parking sensors (it could have auto park and auto not hit things in front, for extra money) it could but doesn’t have an auto box, it even has an electronic handbrake, with auto hold, stop at the lights and it automatically applies and holds the brakes, until and unless I put it in gear and raise the clutch and depress the accelerator to move off.

This, make no mistake, is a COMPUTER CONTROLLED CAR, but, NOT a personal computer controlled car, I cannot change anything, I can’t change the engine mapping, the auto hold thresholds, the wiper thresholds, nothing.

None of you who have grown up since the computer revolution are really aware of how far these things have penetrated, and why the whole concept of personal computing is so fundamental and important.

Not everything is best done digitally in microseconds, a relaxing coffee, a leisurely shit, a good hard fuck, none of these things would be improved… and yet… when I was a lad, there was no choice, you flicked your zippo open a certain way, you smoked a certain cigarette, you had a way of walking, talking, dressing, the beat goes on, so in some sense I have sympathy for all these wimminz, which is all of them, on dating sites and suchlike demanding that men make an effort and not just the same old lines, but when all the expressions of individuality that we have are removed, and all we have is sterile text, what choice is there?

Even if a wimminz is not on a dating site, a fucking site, whatever, you still end up communicating via SMS, fuckbook update, email, whatsapp.

And also, back when I was a boy and before, you maybe had a “choice” of 50 eligible girls, as in that was the entire pool, now in the digital age, I can click through that many profiles on OKC in one minute.

Yes, this is all yet another aspect of The Personal Computer, or rather what happens when you have computing power that is NOT personal.

And so we move forward into an age they are calling “the internet of things” where everything from refrigerators to lightbulbs are going to be given processing power, and linked together, and yet again, none of it is PERSONAL.

*IF* you find any true personal computing done today in 2014, I guarantee it will be amongst that small sub-set of humanity that is the independent Man going his own way, not the wimminz, not the niggerz, not the corporations, not the states, not the religions or belief systems, not the communities.

It is a revolution AT LEAST as fundamental and significant to humanity as electricity and internal combustion combined, and yet it is a revolution that the majority of humanity want no personal involvement or effort or responsibility for, preferring instead the non-personalised, centralised and automated.

…to be continued in part four….

 

April 5, 2014

Menus for Men

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 4:27 pm

First, take two Hitachi 40 mm carburettors.

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Then, following the other pics, carefully dis-assemble them, strip all the jets and other components, give them a quick clean.

Get a nice clean stainless crock pot, add 150 ml of biological washing powder, and add warm water while stirring to 3/4 full.

Place the ingredients in the crock pot and fill remaining space with warm water.

Place on the gas ring and bring to the boil, then turn the gas down to minimum and simmer gently for 20 minutes.

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Turn the gas off and allow to stand, cool, and marinade overnight.

Make proper man coffee

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In the morning flush with **copious** quantities of warm water, and clean with a toothbrush, preferably one of the ex’s, then fire up compressor and dry, ready to serve.

Serves one vee twin motorsickle

The Personal Computer – part two

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 11:57 am

(before I get stuck in too far, it is already obvious from comments and messages that not everyone agrees with my take, that’s fine, everything I say is always of necessity and personal viewpoint, but that does not necessarily make it invalid, just because it is not your viewpoint, just because it differs from yours… these things are / were true at the time, both to me, and those who I met)

So, in part one we hopefully got the point across that the PC as we know it today, and the OS, is really an iterative function that survived 25+ years of marketing and sales, rather than an iterative function that evolved through 25+ years of refinement and development and natural selection.00717_0015

If you watched The Pirates of Silicon Valley (itself a retelling rather than a fly on the wall CCTV compilation) hopefully you came away with the idea that Gates and Microsoft won simply because Gates and Microsoft excelled at “business”.

Don’t forget you could just go out and buy a personal computer in 1975, the Altair 8800, this was already out there in the environment that Woz and Jobs and Gates et al found themselves in.

But stories like these are incomplete, in ways that you won’t understand without also having watched things like James Burke’s “Connections” series from the seventies.

You also have to follow stories like BBC Horizon “Now the Chips are Down” from 1977, talking about the “Fairchildren” and Intel and so on, and stories about the development of spinning rust, hard disk technology. And none of the above are sufficient unless you also watched the 8 part series BBS, The Documentary, from 2001, particularly part 8, compression, the true story of PKZip… so many shades of Q-DOS and Microsoft.

And out of this frothing sea of pre-biotic stew, life crept and crawled ashore.

I’m in my fifties, and that is as young as you can be and remember the introduction of consumer devices featuring the electronic transistor in the commercial marketplace…. so in many ways it is also as young as you can be and also remember the silicon chip, and computing, and then personal computing, all coming in for the first time.

So, hell, I have a dial up modem ring-tone on my Samsung Note2, you’d be amazed how few actually know what that noise is….

It’s a bit like meeting some chick in her late thirties, you only have her word on how many cocks she has ridden, how many three/ four / moresomes, how many porn flicks, whereas I grew up with her, I know ALL that shit.

You get some more data points, for example you watch all those films I mention above, which will take you 10 or 12 hours, and now you think you know everything, you don’t, you are just more informed and less ignorant.

You will never get the perspective I have, unless you also went to school, and they taught you about ASCII 5 hole punched tape and matrices, because this was the shit you were going to need to know, in this new world of computers… probably barely 6 years after those schoolroom lessons I had my own 8 bit personal computer, and you typed shit into it on an alphanumeric keyboard to make it work…. to this day I have never either actually PERSONALLY used a punched tape or matrix to program or input data into a computer.

And don’t get me started on hacker vs cracker, in fact, nobody puts it much better than dick osband… http://cheshirecatalyst.com/identity.html

SO, we are talking about Personal Computers, and in many ways this Socket 2011 i7 X79 SSD Win7 job I am typing this on is doing EXACTLY the same job as my first 8 bit monstrosity and acoustic coupler giving me 300 cps and 4/500 quid a month phone bills into various BBS’s etc.

It is allowing and facilitating me communicating with other individuals, too dispersed around the planet to simply walk out my door and 10 minutes down the road to meet.

As Personal Computers advanced, again, my early ones did remarkably similar things, I played games, I played with editing graphics, I played with music, I played with I/O… in many ways it was the same device you’d find at work, was that a work computer or a personal computer, good question.

Because although “personal computer” has one meaning, which is a computer in your home that is not your work computer on your desk at work that your employer owns, it is your personal car, not your company car, it originally had another meaning entirely.

The original meaning of “personal computer” meant “not a thin client or dumb terminal“, eg processing etc was done locally, not remotely on the mainframe.

My mobile phone works this way, it is just a thin client / dumb terminal for the telco “mainframe” network of towers and switching and routing centres etc.

If we are stood 400 yards away from each other on the opposite sides of a river, and the telco “mainframe” goes down, what we now call “no signal”, then we cannot talk to each other or send SMS to each other, these are not “personal” voice and SMS communication devices in the way that two walkie talkies would be.

This is a vital point that you really need to think about and absorb, before we can move on to part 3.

The modern analogy to the personal computing revolution that my generation lived through, is if you could go out and buy a mobile phone, no sim, no telco contract, no nothing, and talk DIRECTLY to any other person on the planet.

DIRECTLY in this case means the call goes directly to them, it doesn’t depend on or route through the telco system at all.

IN THEORY mesh networking could ultimately do this.

In practice the middle ground is no voice calling of any kind, nor 2g, or 3g, or anything else, just wireless network data comms and VOIP, as far as the network is concerned your VOIP call is routed the same way your email is, over the same circuits, with possibly some QOS to differentiate the two, but that is about it.

Once you can grasp this, the universal personal communications device that requires no sim and no telco and no contract and no usage billing or allowances, and nobody else’s permission to use, but makes direct calls to whoever you wish, wherever they are, then you are ready for part three.

…. to be continued….

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