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December 29, 2012

The rise of the internet.

I was an early adopter, fidonet / bbs’s and all that good shit.

Back then we knew the MSM (main stream media) was all “push” bullshit, and we thought we were at the cutting edge of the revolution and the new way forward.

Then all the “me too” AOL‘ers came online and fucked everything up for everyone, and what followed was useful evils like google and pernicious evils like facebook and linkedin, the dream was dead.

And then… well… then a funny thing happened, the sheer mass of people online exceeded the ability of the corporates to steer and control it.

It is a literal truth to state that certain news items come to my attention via discussions on swinging sites long before I ever encounter them on a MSM news site.

Then, as stated here, (http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2012-12-28/what-america-really-thinks) there is the growing awareness that it doesn’t really matter who “they” are, “we” the great unwashed public, just don’t believe anything “they” say, or try to tell us, or try to inform us of, or try to educate us about, or try to sell us etc.

It’s not how we early adopters predicted things would turn out, not by any means, but this mass jaded apathy and cynicism is no bad thing.

“They” can no longer run any kind of article about divorce or the family courts or domestic violence and have a comment section that is not over-run with men saying it is all bollocks.

In typical bolting the stable door weeks after the horse has bolted fashion, the powers that be are trying to impose curbs and filters and controls on the bits of this new network that so far remain in their control, to whit, the internet connection from your house to the backbone and back.

But they watch what happened in north Africa and shit themselves, nearly three years ago now I bought a Samsung Galaxy S1 smartphone, I didn’t need no stinking internet, I didn’t even need no stinking 2/3g connection.

I didn’t need those things because I was carrying around a device the size of a packet of cigarettes with Star Trek capabilities, that would charge from any USB source, that would on demand operate as its own wifi hotspot and share files between similar devices, no need for swapping SD cards or bluetooth transfers, any fucking thing with wifi.

Three years later I have the third iteration of that device.

What I have, basically, is what we used to call sneakernet.

It was an old saying, never under estimate the bandwidth of a holdall full of backup tapes, and in actual fact it is as true today as it was in the dawn of the digital age.

Never under estimate the bandwidth of millions of people walking around with hand held devices that can exchange files trivially between themselves once they are within a few metres of each other…. sure, the latency and ping times are a bastard, but latency and ping times don’t mean a fucking thing when it comes to text based discussion and information sharing.

We knew that back in the fidonet / BBS days.

I was reminded of this by something my mother said a couple of days ago, my bro is literally on the other side of the planet, so he sends me an SMS message, and it gets to me in a couple of minutes.

When I was a lad a letter used to take two weeks to do that journey, par avion, (fuck it, it used to take three days to fly from London to Singapore, and we thought that was fast… it took 28 days by fast liner) and if that wasn’t good enough you could send a very similar message to an SMS, but it was called a telegram, and it cost a lot of money, and it still often took a day or two, or sometimes even more…. I was in Africa when a family member died, it was this time of year, by the time I got the telegram the family member had already been buried.

The last big fuckup we had in Europe was Yugoslavia, but as recent as it was, it was before the smartphone revolution, before Windows95, before “the internet” as the AOL’ers knew it.

Fast forwards to Egypt and Libya and even those populations with minimal smartphone market penetration and the revolution is utterly transformed by the ability of these devices to form ad hoc mesh sneakernet networks…

The gap between Yugoslavia and Libya is far far far smaller, technologically, than the gap between Libya and your average western school-yard today.

The genie is well and truly out of the bottle, you could literally pull the plug on ALL internet and 3G systems in the UK and while it would cause uproar, data would still flow, and while ping and latency would be atrocious, I’d say 8 hours tops for anything meme-worthy to transit from one end of the country to the other.

You can’t un-ring a bell, and you can’t put this technology away again once Pandora opens her box.

Samsung, for example, may have intended “bump to share” as a fun little feature to drive sales by allowing people at a social event to take and share pictures etc on the spot, but then again the internet was intended to route around damage in traditional switched networks in the event of a nuclear war, and we see how that turned out.

September 11, 2012

Panhandling motherfuckers

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:44 am

It appears that Bill has the fucking begging bowl out again, less than 24 hours after the site crashed for 18 hours, and this is the niggerz who talks about the manosphere “growing up”… my hairy ass.

Contrast Bill with Plenty of Fish, also as it happens a website with one employee and owner.

But PoF gets >30 million hits PER DAY, 500,000 registered users logging in PER DAY, and it achieves this with just TWO web servers, THREE database servers, and the usual CD/akamai back-end for images etc.

It’s also free, like the spearhead.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I have been on the internet since long before there was a fucking internet, it was BBS‘s and fucking Fidonet, and amongst things back in the day I was a host, back when any individual could be, before it got corporate and crap and a race to the bottom offering unlimited everything for 2.99 a month.

I used to cater to all the special interest groups, initially at least, the warez groups, the hacking groups, the anti-spammer groups, you fucking name it, and I very soon learned my lesson.

For every believer who walked the walk and talked the talk in each group, there were a thousand wannabe mother-fuckers who just wanted to monetise and exploit it.

And so I drifted into web hosting when the WWW came of age, a very small pile of Cobalt RAQ2‘s that cost an appreciable portion of the value of the house they sat in, and a 2 mbit leased line that cost more than the fucking mortgage payments, and a UPS that weighed as much as a forklift that produced a staggering kilowatt (enough for all the raqs and my PC / laptop but not the big sony monitor) and ran off surplus deep cycle traction cells, and which cost as much as a small car.

And guess what, same old shit, a handful of believers who walked the walk, and for every one of them a thousand motherfuckers who just wanted to monetise everything some how, so they didn’t have to work for a fucking living.

Websites either sold something, goods or services, that paid for their upkeep, or they were “hobby” sites that were simply paid for by the owners, in the way that people pay for a monthly club membership.

The RAQ2 would in theory handle 200 domains/websites per box, all on 32 meg of EDO RAM and a 64 bit MIPS CPU with no heatsink, and a single soggy EIDE HD, this was JUST http calling static htm/html files, with the odd bit of cgi if you were leet… php/mysql didn’t exist.

In reality much past 100 domains/websites per box and things started to slow down.

And so it was, that one day I found that I had migrated all the wannabe panhandling motherfuckers to boxes #2, #3, #4 and #5, and all the “genuine” customers were on box#1

I talked later that day (no names and no pack drill, but if you were around back then you ABSOLUTELY knew this guy) to a guy who had been where I was with the BBS’s, and he said yeah, been there, done that, same shit, one hard core of real people, the rest a bunch of panhandling motherfuckers.

Box#1 had websites entirely coded in notepad, or later in Netscape/mosaic editor, and what they all had in common was while those domains might have http hyperlinks out;

  1. NONE of them contained, called or embedded anything not stored locally within that domain on the box
  2. NONE of them used frames
  3. NONE of them had any kind of advertising whatsoever, for anything not intrinsic to the domain itself.

By contrast, everything on the other 4 boxes started calling banner ads, animated gifs, external links, embedding external content, bloated http code, bloated images, then frames, interstitials, you name it, all of which didn’t just hit the boxes hard, it hit the router and backbone connection hard too… all panhandling motherfuckers trying to make money by nickel and diming world & dog & me.

Literally within a week I shut down 4 boxes, there wasn’t an ebay so I ended up keeping them, and selling them on privately to new ISPs etc, and returned to 1 box of genuine users.

Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth, but my workload went from 18 hours a day to an hour or less a day, and bandwidth went from saturating the 2mbit line to fitting within 128k, and nothing of value was lost to the internet.

You wanna run a website, shut the fuck up and open your wallet, or sell some product or service on the website and shut the fuck up and open your wallet.

Do ANYTHING else, and I will suspect you of being a panhandling motherfucker, and chances are I am right, and for all his talk about the manosphere growing up and men’s this and men’s that, I gotta tell ya;

  1. a MAN can’t be a panhandling motherfucker
  2. a MAN doesn’t put the begging bowl out
  3. a MAN doesn’t act like a whiny little bitch and plead poverty
  4. a MAN doesn’t expect to be paid to do something he wanted to do

Asking for money to run a poxy website (eg server / hosting / domain package) that you REPEATEDLY prove you can’t keep up…. BOGUS motherfucker, totally bogus.

Tank of motherfucking gas a year.

Asking for money so you can sit on your ass and fucking WRITE, nothing less fucking manly on the planet… if it’s in you, write to get it out, if you the one in a billion that is the next Plato you’ll get some respect in the afterlife, but you still need a fucking day job.

Telling it like it is with injustices is something a man does, always at a personal cost, it ain’t a fucking JOB or source of revenue.


August 23, 2012

Main screen turn on

So there I was, walking out of the motor factors with two 1 litre bottles of ATF, I open the bonnet/hood of my motor and pop the filler cap off the rocker box and start pouring one of the bottles of ATF in.

This main dealer mechanic comes charging out, “Stop, what do you think you’re doing!!!

I look at him, smile, pop the top off the other litre of ATF, walk around to the fuel filler cap, open it and tip the ATF in.

The main dealer mechanic is staring at me, jaw hanging down, shaking his head in disbelief.

I close the filler cap, pop the cap back on the rocker box, close the bonnet / hood and look at him and say “Maybe you don’t know half as much about oils and diesel engines as you think you do.

Get in the car, light my cigar, notice I have some ATF on my fingers which has smeared on the outside of the cigar, boy, this one is gonna have some REAL flavour, and start grinning insanely at the mechanic, who is still stood there, totally lost for words.

For those of you who don’t know, ATF (automatic transmission fluid) is basically hydraulic oil, e.g. very thin lube oil, with a red colourant and LOTS of detergent.

Putting a litre in the lube oil 500 miles before an oil change leaves the inside of the engine shiny new, and putting a litre in the fuel tank cleans out the injection pump and injectors a treat, all of the above totally safely.

Shades of the dog on the right, maybe he has his reasons for barking at mexicans, maybe he isn’t as stupid as his human thinks….

This is the sort of thing you can find in all areas of human endeavour, and that of course included fucking and sex.

Let’s take yesterday, AM a chick messages me on PoF saying she digs my profile, we chat back and forth and agree to meet that evening for a coffee, by which time she is already admitting that her panties are soaking wet, so we meet at the cafe, have a coffee, and retire to her place for some pump and dump.

Thing is, ___I___ knew it would be pump and dump, partially because she is one of those who claims that all men have always lied to her (projection) and partially because she is saying she wants a relationship (yeah, with a well hung 21 year old billionaire) partially because she ain’t worth more than one fuck, and partially because I could read her nature like a child’s book.

She, however, did not come to the conclusion that it would be pump and dump until the end of the evening, and she did not have to sand to tell me until this morning.

You see the parallels here, maybe if she knew half as much about men / wimminz / ralationshits as she thought she did…

That failing did not just mean that she got the picture 24 hours after I did, it didn’t even just mean she got the picture after the pump and dump, it meant she made the choice to fuck me BEFORE she got the picture.

I fuck mexicans…. sez the dog… woof woof….

July 29, 2012

49.9 shades of WTF!!!


Well, I really don’t like to fling the shit, I don’t mind telling it like it is, but flinging the shit is altogether more childish, so it is with some disquiet that I find myself in a place where what I am doing is only just over the border between flinging shit and telling it like it is.

So here we are, Bill over at the Spearhead has finally jumped the fucking shark with a review of 50 shades… I mean WTF, this is the sort of shit I’d expect from boyboobz clickfarm….

Fact is, if you wanted to do ANY sort of serious treatment of the books on an MRA site all you could do is cite the various legal punishments that would be meted out to the main character in the real fucking world of police and family courts for using his evil financial advantage, raping virgins and inflicting them with filthy perverted torture and abuse…

But even that schtick would be old hat for a mature MRA site like the spearhead, it may stretch as far as a 12 pane cartoon, but that’s about it.

Now we get to the bit that is perilously close to flinging shit;

I am not exactly a stranger to IT, I can tell you for a fact that 50/75 bucks a year will buy you all the web hosting and bandwidth you need, 10 gigs of server disk space, 500 gigs a month of Tier-1 backbone connectivity, just throw some Open Source code at it, say wordpress which Bill is using now, and that there is your total annual fucking cost.

There are no other fucking bills to hold your hand out for, unless you want to be a bitch and get paid for writing, in which case you’d better be turning out stuff a million times better than anything I could produce, or reviews of 50 fucking shades.

You think I write this shit, a survival guide for men, for fucking MONEY??? I do it cos like Muddy Waters said, I got it in me and it gots to get out…. some day if you meet me in real life buy me a fucking coffee or a beer if you like it enough.

I couldn’t bring myself to take your money, because then I’d be your bitch, and this site would make me its bitch too, having to produce x words per week… fuck that…

I have yet to see my first exception when a site owner starts holding out the tin, it always signifies the beginning of the end of what was once there… so far Bill isn’t doing anything to make the spearhead look like an exception.

So, that’s it for me, its gone from the links and I have it routed to in the firewall hosts file… so long and thanks for all the fish Bill.


April 12, 2012

Fucking listen

Filed under: Android — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:28 am

When I talk, it is never bullshit, sometimes I might be slightly wrong, but never completely off target.

Here is a fucking classic example, click for full size. Of course in the actual ad each thumbnail is a link to a full sized pic.

A profile with 6 photos of the bitch, all blurred / soft focus / ‘shopped so you can’t actually see what she fucking looks like, no wrinkles to hide there then bitch, and a 7th photo of something she actually gives a shit that you see, her ever so trendy fucking car.

WHEN are you guys going to get the message, ALL of these bitches are walking around with RECENT smartphones with megapixel autofocus cameras (http://reviews.cnet.com/2300-6452_7-10009623-7.html?s=0&o=10009623) it just isn’t possible to GET these blurred / soft focus / messed up gamma photos any other way than by DELIBERATELY FUCKING SHOPPING THEM.

The one pic this bitch wants to impress you with FACT, the cool and trendy car she owns, as opposed the FICTION, the way she actually fucking looks now vs the impression she is trying to give, is a picture in clear and perfect autofocus / autoexposure / autoshutter and it is a very reasonable and representative picture, and look how she gets ALL the car in…..

Wake the fuck up with these dating pics.

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