To digital artists / CGI types, it is a known fact that we can accept a simple cartoon drawing like popeye and see a human face, then you start to add details and reality and 3d, and then just at the point where you start to actually get close to the real thing, on paper at least, in reality the human mind does a sudden about face, and finds these faces LESS realistic and acceptable than the less detailed ones you might find in a video game.
It occurs to me that taking the red pill, properly, as part of your daily breakfast, and as a sweetener in every beverage, does the same thing for wimminz and what they use as personalities.
You take more and more red pill daily, and think you see wimminz and niggerz more and more clearly, and then, just short of the point where you are approaching “realityTM” suddenly it all flips around, no, you are fucking ALIEN… you’re not human at all.
Similar to the feeling I get in my day job, with increasing virtualisation of everything and cloudiness, not that such things (guns) are legal to own here in ingerland, but I find myself increasingly being the only one to see how alien the idea of putting everything into a box that can be taken out with a single .44 mag slug…. eg the blast radius of this shit when the hardware borks, or the power to it goes, or more topically when the flood waters rise, and it all shuts down… it’s no longer a case of oh, the main email server has gone down, so shit is going to be slow while the backup handles the load… it becomes a vanishing trick, now you see it, now you don’t, where “it” is actually IT, your *entire* IT system.
Can’t say too much about today’s job, big player and all that, but thank fuck the in house it guy was cut from the same tree as me, different branch though, after 3.5 hours of fucking about and the telco saying it would all be ok, he looked at me and asked me what I thought.
“Do YOU trust this box?” I asked him, he said no, I said don’t deploy it then, especially not on a live production system that is up.
An option you have with discrete hardware…
yahbut, the virtual guys will say, ya don’t got no hardware issues on a virtual system…. reaches for non-existent .44 mag…
I mean, fuck me, I got burnt on this shit in the 70’s when I bought a “Music centre”, which was a combined LP record player, tuner, cassette deck and amp, all in one, and then the fucking record deck died…. the principle is identical.
This is exactly why wimminz and niggerz be like aliens on the other side of the uncanny valley to me, you know, I’m a lazy cunt and not very pro-active about my life and lifestyle, BUT, and it is a huge motherfucking BUT, if there was something about my life or lifestyle that was a real burden, and which I could change fairly readily, changeroonie time here we come.
Not da wimminz and niggerz, no fucking sir, we’re back to that uncanny valley moment, hair doesn’t *move* like that, normal rational human beings don’t *act* like that…
So you say to the cunts..
“You know, you are your own worst fucking enemy.”
and they look at you and say..
“I know….”
what the fuck…
I wanna come over all jake and elwood, since you are such a fuck up anyway and poison to be around, your children, I want to buy them, how much for the little girl?
Those momentary pauses in life, when you think to yourself, I only thought that didn’t I, I didn’t say it out loud did I, no, they didn’t react, OK, have to watch that.
The IT guy who asked me what I thought before venturing his own opinion, are you gay? you are? well that’s a relief, I’m partial to a bit of cock myself…
Time was, not so long ago, it would have been the other way around, you are NOT putting that box anywhere near my systems, the mere fact it was delivered here in that state tells me all I need to know, now git orf moi land…
I used to keep my mouth shut, mainly because I adhered to the policy better to seem a fool that prove it, always someone more techie and smarter around, and I know I am good enough at lots of different tech things, not very good at any of them, and yet….
… and yet, I find myself looking around and asking where all these guys are, because I’m just not fucking meeting them, despite their apparent job titles / skill sets / salaries…
Sometimes I’ll come across something, and think now there is something I do not know, and should, I know, I’ll ask Fred, he’s shit hot at this stuff, and Fred gives me a wimminz type answer, you know, the sort of answer that means they listened to your question, rewrote it, handed it back to you, and then sent you a link to some obscure documentation, which, when you go and read it, doesn’t even mention the specific fucking question you asked…
And they assume you are a dumbass for asking, to make sure, because you know that exact same command exists in an entirely separate code/OS, and worrying it either does something quite similar, or quite different, and the quite similar ones are the ones to worry about, quite ain’t good enough, and then you realise they didn’t know this…
Cisco certified up the fucking ass whizz kid, ask him, so what’s the ios equivalent to top on a linux box?
Blank stare.
Uncanny valley.
I mean fuck me, I’m not a coder, I am as far from a fucking coder as you can get, though I can puzzle through some shit if it is a fairly high level english looking language, eg BASIC, but even I have a passing familiarity with bits and pieces here and there.
How can you be a coder and know less than me about code snippets and basic commands on other platforms?
You know?
I like to cover my ass, keep records of everything, and sometimes you’re asked to plug your laptop in and do various tests, can you ping google dns for example..
so there is one of these techie fucking coder types there, so I press the windows key and the R key and type cmd and press enter, and he smiles at me with approval because I don’t need a fucking mouse or touchpad and start menu to get a command line window up.
so it comes up
C:\users\hugecock>
and I type the following and press return
ping 8.8.8.8 >> command.txt
and of course nothing happens, and so he frowns and says nothing is happening, ping not working…. I just look at the cunt, start menu, click on the user name, and there amongst my music my pictures my documents is a file, command.txt
open it and what does it say
Pinging 8.8.8.8 with 32 bytes of data: Reply from 8.8.8.8: bytes=32 time=53ms TTL=45 Reply from 8.8.8.8: bytes=32 time=53ms TTL=45 Reply from 8.8.8.8: bytes=32 time=51ms TTL=45 Reply from 8.8.8.8: bytes=32 time=53ms TTL=45 Ping statistics for 8.8.8.8: Packets: Sent = 4, Received = 4, Lost = 0 (0% loss), Approximate round trip times in milli-seconds: Minimum = 51ms, Maximum = 53ms, Average = 52ms
There you go, there is my cover my ass record that I did the test required..
(btw >> means append, a single > means overwrite)
how the fuck did you do that, says the expression on their face…
Uncanny valley
fucking alien….
Should´ve blown his mind completely and used type. 😉
Seriously, he didn´t know pipes?!
Doesn´t anybody just read up on this shit for fun anymore, during a lazy sunday?
Guess if it isn´t in a fucking test it´s useless.
Comment by hans — February 15, 2014 @ 10:41 am
exactly, if it isn’t in a test, it doesn’t exist
Comment by wimminz — February 15, 2014 @ 10:48 am
You make an interesting distinction between wimminz/whipped men and guys on the fence, like your house IT guy. The former are hopeless, but the latter still have some miniscule faith in their own judgement and faculties.
I have sympathy for these guys. They can still see and think and figure stuff out, it is just that they have been getting way more electric shocks than treats for using their brains and calling things as they see them, so, as in your apt metaphor, they are like fags from the fifties, having to use all sorts of strategems and code words to hint at their true natures, because when has any good ever come out of that?
Common sense is a deviant culture that dare not speak its name. ha ha. sob.
Comment by josh — February 15, 2014 @ 8:39 pm