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June 15, 2014

How much for the little girls?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 1:39 pm

It wasn’t exactly *common* knowledge back then, but it was known, you could take a 1980 car with a totally flat battery, on a piece of flat road / track so there was no possibility of bump starting, whaddaya do?

A pair of humble PP6 lantern batteries,  and you got power for the points and coil ignition, not for long, but for long enough to get it started, if you only connect it when ready to start.

But what do you do, crank handles went out with the thirties, and it’s flat..and you’re alone… piece of piss, your vehicle is fitted with a differential, so you just put it in 4th and jack up one side, and turn the wheel on that side by hand, which will turn the engine, which will start it.

It was the same with being “stuck” in sand, let all the air out of all the tyres, you’ll move again, and even a bicycle pump *will* inflate a car or light truck tyre, eventually.

Try it with a 2010 vehicle and you’re shit out of luck, that first “stall speed” step I talk about is much higher, thanks to the technology under the hood, even if you mate turns up with a brand new fully charged battery, a lot of cars will insist on going back to the dealership for the on-board computers to be reset before they will allow any ignition process to initiate…. and how are you got to hot-wire the sealed boxes of an ECU and electronic fuel injectors and hall effect ignition triggers? All of which want input from sensors measuring oxygen and temperature and pressure and throttle position and only start in neutral sensors before even beginning the ignition initialisation process?

“Black box” engineering is great, ***if*** you have a ready supply to hand at an affordable price of the appropriate black boxes.

I talked yesterday about my NAS box, and how I have a shit ton of drivers, every version of windows, every version of office, several Linux distros, yadda yadda yadda, walk into my workshop and the shelves are groaning with all sorts of cables and adapters, that’s about six different sorts of mini USB to start with.

You now need the equivalent for cars, the merc diagnostic suite, the ford diagnostic suite, the Renault diagnostic suits, the firmware for every version of every ECU, including the “chipped” varieties, all the different O2/lambda sensors, temp sensors, yadda yadda yadda.

And it is all fucking proprietary, of course, even though underneath it is as standard Bosch as the manufacturers can get it, to cut the bottom line…

HP, an engineering company killed by a woman, who can no longer compete in x86 hardware, not even the proliants, is now trying to talk about an entirely new set of PC architecture, cos, you know, if we can’t compete in this game, how about we just invent our own proprietary game, that way we can assure world dominance in that new game.CS-CISCO1941-_2fK9-NFO_4_13_08_26_12_13_08_b

Cisco, frankly, the same, everyone else is eating their lunch… and it is no wonder, take a look at the 1941, it’s a thousand pounds, near as dammit, by the time you actually have a *useful* IOS bundle/licence installed on it, and it is pretty much the minimum spec you can go with if you have a 10 mbit fibre or EFM connection coming into the building.

Look at it.. one non hot plug PSU, which is bad enough, but horror of horrors, that fucking PROTRUDING on/off rocker switch, one that is *very* light, it only takes a couple of ounces of force to operate it.

And this is a grand before you buy any of the EHWIC add in cards.

For 600 quid the Draytek 3900 eats it’s fucking lunch, 4 WAN ports AND a fibre SFP in as standard, load balancing and fail-over as standard, 2 LAN ports as standard, firewall and QOS as standard, and yeah, it’ll handle 1 Gb on the WAN side too, and when I say as standard I mean lifetime licensing and software to do all the above built in as standard, this is how Toyota won years back, headrests, radio, all the shit everyone else charged extra for they did as standard.

I spend my life swapping out dead Cisco kit, and sure, the installed user base is a lot bigger than Draytek, but you wanna know how many dead Drayteks I have come across? … one…

Their IP-PBX and IP phones also blow away anything Cisco can do, for much less money… two level fail-over built in as standard, Main WAN > backup DSL > USB 3G, shit designed by *engineers* who sit there and wonder what happens if this goes wrong, OK, we better do this..  not shit designed by marketers and accountants… nickel and dime, bait and switch, ongoing licensing, up-sell, it’s bullshit.

I mean, what do you fucking do? The one good thing about the Cisco’s is the configuration is basically a human readable text file, you’d think this would be used to it’s fullest, so each ISP would have a default basic minimum template config file that does everything that ISP might need to do, you’d fucking think so, but you don’t wanna know the number of times I have got on site with a pre-configured router, or a blank one and a config, rack it up and lo and behold, the ISP can’t log in, because they screwed up the config sections that are supposed to get them remote access…

! is the equivalent to REM (not that I am a coder) and you’d think the cunts would use it because it would make like easy, you’d also think “sh int desc” would be used to full effect, and you’d get “GE 0/1 WAN primary EFM circuit number 123456” but oh no, if you’re fucking lucky you get “WAN“, and bear in mind you could have two currently active WAN’s on site, plus the two new ones because the site is migrating from one ISP or circuit to another, and no, none of them have labels or asset tags, or, if they do, one item will be referred to by two separate codes, eg a Bosch lamp fitted to a merc, Bosch have one part number, merc have another, same physical item, but whaddaya know.. you’d like to maybe guess, and take the entire site hard down, or worse, the central radius server for the whole enterprise?

Not on my pittance fucking wages mate, I’m paid just enough to cover my own ass, that’s it.

Now and again you hit lucky, you get on-site and find someone of a similar age as the in house tech, and you share jokes about MS and Cisco gold partnership and prince and seven sigma, MCSE = Must Consult Someone Else, and yeah, I may not be certified up the ass and I may not be an expert at this, but at least I have an actual functioning brain… and you don’t wanna know how often that and that alone is what stands between a job being a success and a total fuckup… just one underpaid uncertified old fuck on site with an actual functioning fucking brain.

Usually it’s people who don’t understand anything about the technology you are using, and they know they don’t understand anything about it, but they do know the whole ongoing process is symptomatic of gross institutionalised incompetence, and they are fucking right.

Finding a good enough wimminz to be with is much like finding a good enough ISP, and no, it don’t matter if you are a humble domestic client looking for cable/dsl, or a business looking for a 100 mbit fibre primary and 10 mbit EFM secondary circuit, mucho dinero, it’s going to the burger bar, lots of fixed choices, none of them you actually want, no bespoke service allowed.

Speedtest.net (which, frankly speaking, ain’t all that reliable) tells me my current home cable connection is 18 ms ping, 62.3 mbit down, 3.01 mbit up, (checks ebanking to see what it costs me) £31 p.c.m. so call it a quid a day, this is basically the cheapest broadband only package they do… allegedly the products are 50/100/150 mbit, they are all the same product in reality, the 50 and 100 just have rate caps, depending on overall network utilisation, so I can pay more money and have the rate cap lifted, and get not one iota more speed, because the network itself or the link to the site I want or that server itself is the limiting factor.

The 100 mbit dedicated fibre from the ISP for business is the same product, but a/ it isn’t contended / shared at the street box with 128 other customers, and b/ it is symmetrical not async, and c/ I can actually buy a fixed IP, a la phone number, instead of having an IP that is assigned dynamically, but happens to be pretty much fixed as long as the DSLAM/router doesn’t go down…

Incidentally you know you have a deep and thorough understanding of this if you were thinking so called high class (eg expensive) whore v the $10 whore, it’s the same fucking product, you just, allegedly, don’t have to share it with 128 other subscribers in your area.

In that scenario, I’m not the pimp or the fixer of the clap clinic doctor, I’m the guy who rolls the pig in flour and then puts some lipstick on it so you find it acceptable to continue to fuck, and therefore pay for.

The black boxes in the network operations centres are intercepting all your traffic at will anyway, no matter what type of customer you are, or how the pig/whore is being marketed to you.

If you think the “corporate persons” have any connection to real persons, eg any morality at all, you are sadly mistaken, if I came up with a true panopticon monitoring and interception system that actually did what it said on the tin, and told them my price was I want to fuck a lot of little girls, preferably aged five or less, the corporate persons would retire to the other side of the room to discuss the various merits of an orphanage or a clinic for young girls, to which I should be given the directorship, kid yourself not about this.

Mistaking the whore who allows you to empty your balls into her in exchange for some remuneration, with wife/girlfriend 1.0, is possibly fatal, the whore really doesn’t give a fuck if you just lost your kids / job / house, it’s play to pay and who gives a fuck about the product.

And getting back to the start, this is how the stall speed step gets ever higher with time.

It is NOT because the technology is evolving.

Every 12 and 14 mm spark plug on the planet is the same, physically, mechanically, with the exception of reach, and there are only three varieties of that, and temperature, and there are only a few varieties of that… and most importantly, ANY spark-plug can be connected to ANY ignition system.

Indirect fuel injectors could *easily* be the same, ditto lambda sensors, and all the rest of the shit.

There is no excuse whatsoever for making an ECU that does not have a physical switch (or more than one, like jumpers) that invoke default settings for each function that will work with anything, or indeed ignore or bypass anything.

Making an ECU that you can plug *any* timing system for *any* engine into, after all, physically, there are only so many possibilities, and crank the engine, and the ECU says hmmm, this looks like a hall effect trigger system for an in-line 4 cylinder engine with 180 degree crank primary balance, ok, we will start with a default setting of  0 degree advance at 50 RPM ramping up to 25 degrees of advance at 2,500 RPM, please select Y/N

If you select N it allows you to enter parameters, or just point it at a a file.

This is literally a far simpler problem to solve than plugging a random PCI card into a computer, or USB device…

Then if you like you can proceed with fuel injectors, lambda sensors, anything else you like, and it should work, to do otherwise is to make a PC motherboard that will not even boot, unless PCI slot 1 is populated with a specific sound card, PCI slot 2 is populated with a specific video capture card, PCI slot 2 is populated with a specific RAID card, and so on.

And yet, look at what we have.

You *really* think routers and the internet are any fucking different.

Let’s take BT, British Telecom, if you are a xDSL customer in the UK, you have two choices, buy from BT, or buy from someone who is reselling a BT product.

I have talked before about carrier detect etc

https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/is-my-ass-supposed-to-hurt-this-much/

Here is something you probably don’t know, and bear in mind, all DSL in the UK is basically a BT product, either bought direct, or from a reseller.

xDSL modems use a CHAP user-name and password combination to log you on to the network….

bt_test_user@startup_domain is a test BT CHAP user-name, no password needed, doesn’t give you internet access, just proves that there is no problem with either your DSL line or your physical router. This isn’t a secret bit of info, it’s public domain, but not even BT include it as a default “test” feature in their own broadband routers, which they order, custom built, by the tens of thousands.

So everyone who has a problem, cannot just press the test button, and either include or eliminate the DSL circuit and the physical router hardware from the problem, instead you get put on hold to Mumbai, and maybe a week later someone will mail you a new router, which may make the problem go away for a while.

Only those who are working at the coal face of technology even see this, the ever increasing hight of that stall speed first step, not just in one area but across the board.

It is not ***just*** the case that this makes whole systems more fragile and harder to fix when they do go wrong.

It is the case that when you do this across the board, sooner or later you add the straw that breaks the camel’s back, you do not *need* any failure events to appear, the system *itself* is no longer able to function.

And CTRL-Z undo that last one thing you did, no, that won’t bring the system back up, because *that* point in the overall system’s inherent stability and ability to recover is so far back in the rear view mirror it is now invisible….

I dunno where that point was, but for sure the 1980’s car analogy that we started with is far enough back that I can say with absolute certainty, at this point, the system could recover itself without any insurmountable difficulty or mega scale disruption.

Which is like saying in the 1980’s, Michael Jackson was alive, only a matter of time until he releases another record.

June 14, 2014

NAS-ty

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , — wimminz @ 9:46 pm

As I have mentioned before, my main NAS box is one of these…

14 x 25 x 23 cm, and it is light and compact and uses fuck all power.

This + laptop + small inverter + 12 volt DC lead acid battery = computing power and information retrieval anywhere.

Nobody *gets* this, because statistically speaking nobody uses them, it’s chicken and egg, so, some explanations…nastwo

This is a screen cap from my actual  *main* (as in, hot and online 24/7)  NAS, as you can see, 4 identical 2TB WD greens with duplication turned on (every file exists at least twice, and no two copies of the same file are on the same physical hard disk.

7.2 TB total usable space and 3 TB currently free, 2 TB shared folders, 2 TB of duplication, 200 GB of backups and 25 GB for the system itself.

In this second pic we can see the root of my shared folder, this appears via network mapping as the Z: drive on all my PC’s and laptops.

In here we can see I have some sort of directory structure

BACKUPS is not the 202 gig of automatic windows backups mentioned above, this is backups of other and older shit, going back to 1999 on this NAS box, eg old emails and crapola.nasone

DISK IMAGES is exactly what it says, Macrium Reflect disk images, which thanks to it being on a NAS, and thanks to the way Macrium works, means I can if I choose just mount them the same way as virtual clone drive.

DRIVERS, exactly what is says, copies of all the drivers and driver CD’s for all the hardware I have ever had, currently run, and then some, absolutely fucking invaluable.

ECR Originally I meant to call this ER, like the hospitals, as it was where I was keeping all the files and shit that other people might call workspace, workbench or work in progress, but by the time I noticed the typo I’d already mapped it and just never bothered, so all the project stuff goes in here, so if I shoot some stuff on the 1080p video camera the raw files go in here, as do the project files (videostudiopro 17 / handbrake / vegas etc) but not the actual finished products, this means I can revisit older projects and change them etc

GAMES what it says, all the pirate games as well as a dupe of the stream directory on my main PC

GED FILES, one of my little hobbies, genealogy, lots of genealogy software uses files with the .ged extension.

GUEST, what it says, the one directory that a guest on the LAN has read and write, but not edit or delete, permissions to.

LIBRARY, this has everything, monster selection of pdf manuals, bike stuff, computer stuff, engineering stuff, hobby stuff, mil-tech stuff, science stuff, there are around 6,000 manuals in here, plus the library also contains technical videos, all my website archives, teleport pro copies of other websites that I grabbed before they disappeared into the ether…

MOBILES, all my android mobile devices sync daily, via the excellent SyncMe app, their entire contents, both internal memory and add in micro SD card contents, fucking everything.

MP3 Jukebox, what it says, at last count some 50k files all sorted and indexed, so A-B directory, Black Sabbath directory, Paranoid 1970 directory…. magic

PHOTOS, again, what it says, but I know that I will never lose another photo, and I can easily find any photo

SOFTWARE, again what it says, categorised by iso’s and flat files, anything and everything, together with serials, every windows OS from Chicago 95a to present, and a bunch of other besides, multiple versions of office, and paint shop pro, and acrobat, and bryce, and partition magic, and so on, because you never know when you need a version that is 3 iterations old etc.

VIDEOS, my own little digital blockbuster store, bliss… this is of course the shit worth keeping, so not godzilla or spider man 2 or prometheus etc etc etc

VIDEOS – MINE, videos I have made, things I have converted over the years from old family cine, all my own work, none of it is commercial of course, just irreplaceable

Z-PRIVE – my donkey and midget porn collection..lol.. actually this is just a useful second string of “are you sure”, call a directory private and put all the shit in there that you really do want to think once, twice, thrice, before you share it or attach it to an email or some such, eg scans of passprts and driving licences, ebanking records, scans of vehicle ownership papers, rent agreements, invoices and receipts, insurance documents, all that good stuff, all in one place.

I can sit at any computer in my place, and all that stuff is the Z drive, whoch of course also means that I can have three different computers all working on the same word document, and thanks to versioning etc there is just the one copy they are all working on, you don’t get nests of New Folder inside New Folder and so on.

You don’t get “accidental” duplication of data either, that 2TB of data, it was once 4.5 TB, there was so many large files or sets of files that were duplicated more than once, which isn’t just a waste, it makes shit real hard to find.

Copernic does a full text index of the whole thing, so I can find anything.

Another incredibly useful thing, I can sit down at the laptop in the kitchen and compose an email, and just attach a picture I took on one mobile that morning and an email attachment sent to the other mobile that lunchtime, it is all just *there*

I can sit on any device anywhere in the house an access any file, I don’t have to get up or use another pc or anything, but, some jobs are nice to break up that way, for this bit of the job I need the high resolution and a 46″ screen and a hot i7 CPU, for this bit of the job I can sit there with the stinkpad on my lap and type away.

Pick up that box, and I know I have everything I need to start again, nothing lost.

With it all on gigabit LAN (except for the mobile android devices that use the wifi) everything is in reality just as fast as if it was on a spinning rust hard disk in the machine you are sat at.

Obviously, for security purposes ( and you should have a proper router, not the freebie shit the telco will give you) the NAS box is locked down hard, totally inaccessible from outside the LAN, and the LAN itself locked down pretty tight so even if someone plugs in a patch lead or manages to sniff the wifi keys, they find themselves on their own little vlan that doesn’t connect to anything.

It’s also physically secure, you can come here and look around every room, and you won’t see the NAS boxen, because they aren’t in any of the rooms, or under the floors, or in the attic… you don’t need to physically touch them from month to month, so you don’t need them on show in the front room.

In the old car I also had an auto sneakernet, there were three sites that the computer in the car would log into via wifi and vpn, this being one of them, and each site had the same directory in the tree, and the car would auto sync every one, and itself…  who needs the fucking cloud or dropbox….

I got that idea after building the same thing for a digital photographer, PC built in the car, with a multi card reader, all the DSLR’s synced to that, and an office PC at one location, and his SOHO PC at home, and he never had to physically do anything except maybe wait 20 minutes and drink a coffee and smoke a fag while the systems synced up automagically, those high res RAW images were big, he’d easy shoot a few gig at a time..

A pukka home NAS setup is, in short, absolutely everything that is advertised about being fantastic about my butt, that shit is all just *there*, with none of the drawbacks, nobody else has access to it, nobody can cut your access to it, it doesn’t need an internet / WAN connection, it doesn’t have any months fees, it is on an ethernet connection that not even fairly large commercial concerns could afford as a WAN connection, speed wise, and best of all, SHTF, you can pick it up as easy as a gallon of petrol, and walk away….

PC Medic


I’ve been asked time and again to do something about computers and internet connections, I’ve always refused because you can’t possibly cover everything, there are always outliers and exceptions, and of necessity any how to for dummies is going to be pedantically incorrect for those in the know, and there is another whole avenue of criticism opened up.

So this is more a guerilla guide, quick and dirty.

Malware and shit.

Windows PC, Start > run > type “msconfig” press return, (windows key + r key will also open the run dialogue) “Startup” tab, click disable all, services tab, check hide all microsoft services, click disable all, click ok, computer will want to restart, let it.

Download and run COMBOFIX as administrator by right clicking on the downloaded file, let it run, then ditto for MALWAREBYTES ANTI MALWARE and !AVAST (free) ANTI VIRUS.

Apart from this it is mainly command line stuff, windows key + r, type “cmd” press return..

eventvwr.exe – starts the event viewer, which records issues and suchlike with your windows machine or server

compmgmt.msc – computer management from the control panel

devmgmt.msc –  device manager from the control panel

services.msc – services from the computer management panel

ipconfig /all – what all your network adapters are currently doing or set to

getmac – gets the mac address of any connected / used network connections on your computer, eh what’s my mac address

whoami – what it says, currently logged in domain / user

systeminfo – what it says, system hardware info

tracert – traceroute, google DNS is 8.8.8.8 so a handy one to trace to

nslookup google.com –  gives the ip address(es) of nameservers for the specified domain, in this case google.com

wmic os get lastbootuptime – does what it says

ncpa.cpl === Network Connections panel from control panel

arp -a ===  IP address and Ethernet address for hosts your machine knows of on the network, emphasis on that your machine knows about, if your machine does not know about your router or printer or whatever you are having issues with

pathping === traceroute that collects detailed packet loss statistics. 275 seconds, ping will test connectivity, pathping gives much more info, for example basic windows machines do not handle encapsulation as used by cisco and other “pukka” kit, so you can connect to a cisco box and *know* that everything should work, but you can’t ping the cisco, this command will tell you a lot more than “shrugs, nobody answered man” which maybe what you need to convince whoever runs the cisco box the problem is their end, not yours.

putting > results.txt (>ping 8.8.8.8 > results.txt) will pipe the output of the ping (or any other) command to a new document/file called “results.txt” (or any other name you choose) which will be located in the root of the user name folder for the user you are currently logged in as, in C:\users

putting >> results.txt will APPEND the output to that file, not overwrite it with a new one, single > vs double >>

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Quick and dirty shit but the three windows apps at the top really comprise enough for people with a malware infected pc, to get it back to the point where they can start a proper cleaning and backup process, ok, it gets you to a starting point, it isn’t a solution, in 99% of cases I don’t wanna know, you or your kids or whatever are the cunts that downloaded and installed all the crapware, now you can go and solve it… this is the equivalent of “give a hungry man a fishing rod and tell them to fuck off” as opposed to giving them fish all the time.

The windows command line commands, they are the only ones I use, 99.9% of the time, I look at these lists of essential commands on various websites and never agree with them, they always seem to list useless ones, and omit useful ones, the commend line commands to bring up things like the services dialogue will work even when trying it with the mouse and pointer will NOT work, some malware deliberately blocks access to this stuff via mouse and pointer, the others are all about getting that PC to talk to something else over a network connection, so you are either diagnosing the pc itself, or the LAN, or even identifying that the issue does / does not lie with the router itself.

If you have two devices on a network, it really does not matter what they are, device A and device B, just because you can ping device B *from* device A, does *not* mean you can ping device A *from* device B, so if you only test from one device, you can sit there and scream why doesn’t it fucking work, I can *see* the other device from here, the answer is it takes two to tango, and just cos you can see it, doesn’t mean it can see you… and as you can see from the encapsulation thing above, if it cannot see you, that may not be its fault, it may be yours, eg you have your firewall turned on, and it is set to block that thing you are trying to do.

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What this is all about is that the SYMPTOM and the CAUSE are two different things, “help my email is not working” is a symptom, there are various possible causes, indeed there may be more than one, and the console commands above are, in my own personal experience, enough of a swiss army knife to get you started on identifying the causes.

If you learn those 14, or carry them around on a scrap of paper in your wallet, and you STILL cannot identify the problem, then quite frankly speaking, you’re not good enough to understand the information that the system is presenting you with, so some extensive googling on another working machine, or talking to someone who does know, is in order….. poke and hope is likely to break more than it fixes.

del, rd, mountvol, diskpart, syskey and many other windows console commands can *thoroughly* destroy a system, for example “Mountvol c: / d” where the d is a typo, windows will continue to work on the surface, giving no indication whatsoever of the destruction that is taking place right beneath your nose… I actually know of one cunt who was told that this command was used to fix windows sounds / volume issues, oops…

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When in doubt, provided you are already ahead of the curve and have your important data readily backed up, provided you are ahead of the curve and have all your hardware drivers handy, provided you are ahead of the curve and have a PC with a proper BIOS or a ***full*** UEFI BIOS that you know for a fact will do an win7 install in legacy mode without needing to slipstream USB3 drivers, fuck it, do a fresh install and tell the installer to delete all partitions on the root disk and start again.

It will fix *****all***** your computer problems, unless they are hardware related.

June 13, 2014

The watcher

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 8:08 pm

People have asked me in the past, many times, how come I see shit.. the answer is simple, I open my eyes and watch.

You can learn all sorts of things by watching, without ever having to even be aware of the existence of the things that drive what you are watching… eg you don’t need to know dick about chemistry of combustion or anything else to learn what will burn readily, what needs help, what won’t.

You don’t even need to be right all the time to learn by watching, some times you can be wrong, and the crocs will ignore the antelope crossing the river, but provided you aren’t wrong too often, and the cost for being wrong isn’t too high, no biggie.

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I got a friend, she is a self-confessed fuckup. She fucks up all the time.

I know that fuckups are like sins, you have to atone for them to purge and cleanse yourself of the stain, if you don’t, sooner or later nature or karma or whatever you want to call it, will come calling for its pound of flesh.

You could have fasted and given up that pound of flesh in a manageable way, karma will just rip your fucking face off, or maybe your sexual organs, maybe a hand… but you don’t get away from paying the piper for your tunes and your fuckups.

What’s more, until you cleanse yourself of the stain, everyone around you pays the price, karma is a vengeful God, more than willing to visit the sins of the father on the sons for seven generations hence.

This isn’t Zen, or mystical bullshit, or deep philosophy or spirituality… if it is, so is watching a shoe with an untied lace fall off a foot.

Philosophy is when you put these observations into practice in your own life, yeah, I got shit on by that cunt, and it hurts, and it makes me angry, but right there, you need to cleanse yourself of that stain, let it flow away from you, chances are, you yourself pulled some shit at other times in your life and walked away scot free, when by rights you should have paid.

Don’t let me give you the impression this makes me all meek and mild and ghandi, and you can use my ass to relieve yourself any time you take the fancy, the philosophical approach cuts both ways, it’s a fucking shame you have to die at my hands, right now.. shrugs.. another thing for me to cleanse myself of as time passes…

Some people say I am a wonderful and warm and compassionate and humble man, some people say I am an evil mother-fucker, none of them are watchers, the watchers know that you cannot have the capacity to be *very* anything, without being able to be both very good, and very bad, depending on circumstances.

One man, who is no longer with us, who knew me long before I knew myself, said “He’ll give his last breath to protect those who are dear to him, -laughs- it’ll just be after he makes sure everyone else concerned has given up their last breath in the same cause too” … you watch yourself boy, because you have the capacity to be “very”, so tread carefully, or you’ll find yourself on the very bad path.

Now and again, for my sins, in my life I have come across those who took the very bad path, it’s one thing to chill and watch Michael Douglas “Falling Down” but it is quite another in real life to meet someone who has said to someone else “I am going to kill you, but only after I kill all these people in front of you, who you love, so you know when you die, real soon now, that you will be the last of your breed to leave this earth, and the last to get to hell, so they can all prepare a welcoming party for your ass, for eternity…

It comes out like “I’m sorry Mr Vedev, you and your entire family have received fatal doses of radiation, there is nothing we can do.

And there’s the thing, but for circumstances, that same person could be the guy who pulled all your asses from the sinking ship, or whatever… the capacity to be *very*

So my friend who is the fuckup, she has had two pretty major “knocks” so far this year, so she will soon start talking about an annus horriblis and thank fuck all that misery and shit is now done and in the past….

.. and the watcher…

… he sees the train of incoming shells, queued up over the coming months and years, eager to grind you and those around you into the smeared and caked shit at the very bottom of the gutter, and they all have a radar lock on the stains that you have not made any attempt to cleanse yourself of, and they will take the flesh from you, one screaming pound at a time, until your life is no more, and then they will step up the targeting priority on those who were around you, who you taught by your actions that living with stains on your soul was no big deal.

And he shrugs, not my fucking problem, you had your chance, but you preferred living the illusion that the piper would never come calling for his fee… so he can watch the doctor say “y’all got polonium coming out of your asses, your shit’s all fucked up bro, and y’all are gonna die” and be unmoved.

Many years ago, the man no longer with us, he had a girl, and he was engaged to her, so one day some of the boys (allegedly) from SWAPO came calling, trashed her house, took her shit, beat her up some, and took turns raping her.

This was real rape BTW, the sort that statistically speaking almost never happens, wartime or peacetime, the sort that is not a sexual act, there is no desire, just violence and brutality, and the woman involved really does have no choices or options to minimise it or avert it or avoid it.

Of course she lived through it, she had to, that was the point, it was a “political” act, a message, a taunt.

The man who is no longer with us turned his back on her, would no longer speak to her or of her, she was dead to him.

At the time, I, and just about 99% of everyone else, thought he was the most peculiar and strange excuse for a man we had ever seen, how could a man turn his back on the love of his life like that, when she needed him most.

With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight and a lot more years on duty as a watcher, I dunno, I know he was a *very* too, maybe he could see that no matter what he did it would still all end in tears, and absented himself from that train wreck, or maybe he just came to a fork in the *very* road and picked one that looked like it had better long term karma and prospects for him personally, or maybe something else, either way, the “thing” event that triggered it all, it was none of his doing, and having known that man I now strongly suspect he also tried to warn the victim in question about cleansing herself from stain and avoiding incoming shells, but she wouldn’t listen…

If you can work out what he was thinking and feeling, you’re a better man than me gunga din… and I knew him, you didn’t.

And so the wheel turns and Angelina Jolie and Senator Kerry and a whole retinue of politicians is attending a glamorous conference to end rape (of wimminz only) during war.

Those nice SWAPO boys could hack your kids limbs off and kill your wife and burn your home and run off your cattle and burn your crops and poison your well, but what we have to concern ourselves with here is none of the above, just about the only problem here is that after they did all that they raped the maid…

The fiat economies are going to shit, Ukraine is going to shit, Persia is going to shit, everything is going to shit, but these people, they can think of NOTHING more important to campaign for and to occupy their time and media focus, than the plight of a handful of wimminz who get raped during wartime.

Fuck you all, very much indeed, I purge my soul of the stain of thinking of any of you as fellow human beings, for I have no wish to be anywhere near any of you when the piper comes calling.

June 12, 2014

I’ve talked before…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 3:20 pm

…and I wanna talk some more… about energy.

I have previously on here mentioned the young lad who hops on a Honda C90 and rides to as far away places as the arctic circle and the middle east.

85cc, 8 bhp, 50 mph top speed, 4 litre fuel capacity giving 90 odd miles range, 90 kilos with fluids topped off.

A top pro cyclist can output 400 watts, few can aspire to that, a labourer is usually outputting 75 watts for his 8 hour day.

The measly Honda C90 puts out a measly 8 bhp PEAK, 8 x 746 =5,968 watts, it’s putting out about 3,000 watts at 30 mph, the equivalent of 7.5 top pro cyclists, or 40 labourers, and the labourer is the better benchmark because the little Honda will do that all day every day for as long as you like.

It takes a man who could walk maybe 40 miles a day, Roman legionnaire style, if the roads were good enough, and allows him to travel over a significant proportion of the globe, and do at least 400 miles a day, and carrying his own body weight again in gear.

DMJ in his post apocalyptic novel missed a trick, the survivors on mechanical transport will be running Honda C90’s, and nothing else… except maybe the odd wood gasifier 4 wheel job, or a cow/pig/chicken shit methane eater, but they will be rare.

I will freely admit, my modern socket 2011 i7 PC sips power compared to the 300 MHz Pentium 2, and delivers *vastly* more computing power, I will also freely admit that my Samsung SGS3, Note2 and Note 10.1 all sip power, all wonderfully efficient things. LED lighting, wonderfully efficient… Even my Giant 46″ Samsung LED TV uses less power than an old 14″ green phosphor monitor.

But there it ends.

Back in the day, Lister made a 6 horsepower single cylinder diesel engine, unlike the little honda that displaces 85 cc, the Lister was nearly 1.5 litres, and everything else weighed accordingly, 300 lbs of flywheels etc, nobody cared, it wasn’t a mobile engine, it was a stationary engine, and massive construction = long life, low stress, minimal vibration, very smooth.

They coupled this engine, via twin vee belts, to a 4 pole 240 volt AC generator, capable of outputting 2.5 kW peak/continuous, it was the same thing to the old Lister.

What made this a trick, was they added a DC circuit to the alternator, eg added a dynamo, that and a few relays, you ran the DC through the mains circuit, when the user closed a switch to turn on the electrically powered item, this closed a rely on the lister, that took DC from the batteries to use the now DC motor in the alternator to spin the big diesel lump up, and when up to speed the DC was taken out of the mains circuit and 220 VAC was put in… and when the customer turned the switch off on the electrically powered item, this prompted “no load” on the alternator, and after a few seconds of this  relay shut the rack down on the injector pump on the lister, and when it span back down, back to DC sensing on the mains circuit.

This then, was called the Start-o-matic, and it was hugely popular, but it didn’t sell to houses much, it sold to farms, farms in every country in the world, and the electric light it brought to those farms was incidental, it brought mains power for everything else, well pumps, refrigeration, shearing machines, power tools in the workshop, you name it.

2,500 watts.

Eventually they replaced the 6/1 engine on the startomatic with the 8/1, and the alternator on that would output 3,500 watts, heady days.

If I bought a car in my youth, chances are it would be producing 40 to 50 bhp, BMC A & B series engines and so forth, get medieval and buy a 3.5 litre Rover V8 based on the Buick block and an awesome 155 bhp was on tap.

Harley big twins were still 74 cubes, and plenty people arguing that 74 cubes was too much, not as nice as the 60 cube motors, same shit was being said of Triumph when they put the twins from 650 to 750, and the fucking Norton 850’s shook everything off every 50 miles, hell there were even jokes, as Triumph had gone to 750cc and unit construction and BSA A10 were still 650 and pre-unit, and a *lot* smoother, about Triumph riders being turned away from the blood donor rooms because their blood was too frothy.

Then the Harley’s went to 80 cubes, and the only good thing about that was the promo (put another six inches between your legs) and now from the factory they are 100 inches…. Not to be outdone the japs are now making 1,900cc vee twins, and the cunts riding them are more limp wristed than we were as youths, when frankly a 1 litre motorcycle engine was all but pointless…

Meanwhile things like the Suzuki 650 single Savage, a frankly lovely little bike, are seen as “a girl’s bike”…. WTF????

In short, what we TODAY take for granted as a “normal” personal energy budget, whether it be the electricity supply to our homes, how many horsepower our vehicles have, etc etc, is, even when compared to what was “normal” 30 years ago when I was a young man, completely fucking outrageous…. as indeed was *my* energy budget as a young man, compared to my dad, when he was my age, jack the lad he was, with his 500 cc ohv single Rudge, the only person more jack the lad was his mate Bob, but Bob’s family was loaded, so Bob had a Vinnie black prince… dad bought his own bike.

For a short while I toyed with a home build Z1000 bored to 1200 and with a turbo with eeeek boost fitted, I can tell you for a fact those old Z bottom ends would handle 200+ bhp / 25 mpg no sweat, I can also tell you after shredding a ducati04082701brand new rear tyre in one 120 mile journey of normal ish riding, I sold it, to a guy who ran Ford cortina square section car tyres on the rear end, cornering was even worse, but at least he had some rubber left on the tyre and not just the road… I went from that back to a “mere” 74 bhp / 60 mpg from this lump.

Meanwhile, boiling 2 pints of water in an electric kettle uses exactly the same energy as it did when my parents got one for a wedding present just after the war.

A 1 kW bar electric fire uses exactly the same energy as it did in 1950, and a 60 watt incandescent bulb ditto.

But the essential difference even back then as a callow yoof was the same as it is today, travel astride something exposed to the elements, or carry your own armchair, heater, air con, stereo and weatherproof box everywhere so you can travel in the same comfort and attire as sitting here on my sofa typing this, the latter vastly increases the energy requirement.

Nothing else has changed.

But it *could* have….

In my workshop I have a 1.5 kW one “bar” quartz tube heater, one of the pukka ones, most of the output is infra red, I still find myself reluctant to use the fucker, because it is hard to relate the heat output to the energy consumption, it looks sorta like a 1 bar electric fire, but the heat output is prodigious, 10 feet away from a bar fire I can barely feel anything on my skin, I can sense it with my face, but there is no actual warmth, 10 feet away from this thing it is like sunbathing in summer on the beach… waaaaarrrrmmmth… ten minutes later you start to sweat…. it is efficient because it heats ME, not the air around me.

Same with cars, ALL the energy expended in making them move is shed by converting it to heat, and the 50 bhp car of my yoof that is now 100 bhp, well yes, there is more safety shit to drag around, but also, the bulk of that extra goes on performance

The A60 austin cambridge I used to drive as a boy had 60 bhp, 24 seconds 0-60, the car outside (same engine capacity) now does 0-60 in under 11 seconds…. there isn’t actually any NEED for double the acceleration of the old A60, sure, I *use* it, tyres and diesel cost me nothing, but I don’t *need* it…. and if I was paying for tyres and diesel I wouldn’t be using it.

That was the old lesson from the blown zed thou, beyond a certain sedate point, fuel energy is used to chew up tyres and brakes, I really can’t remember the numbers or anything else except the conversation itself now, but one of my customer back in the day was a 747 pilot, before that he used to fly English Electric Lightnings, RAF interceptor squadron, I do remember him telling me that could drink fuel far faster than a jumbo, and I don’t remember the numbers, but when he said far faster he meant a LOT.

As an aside this guy was telling me that when BAE was testing the Concorde in the early 80’s, they offered it to various air forces as a test target, so the yanks brought F14/15/16 and Starfighters to the party, the French turned up with Mirages, but one of the lightnings from his squadron was the only plane able to make an intercept, but then they would do runway to 39,000 feet in 3 minutes.. >;*)

So, from the time when my dad was a boy, to when I was a boy (for variations of boy that mean under 20 but old enough to drive) it went from only the very very few having a 50 bhp motorcycle, to anyone who wanted one having a 50/60/70/80/90 bhp motorcycle.

And from when I was a boy, when only pub landlords and police had a 155 bhp car, to anyone who wants one having 150/200/250 on up bhp cars, I know a guy who just bought a used VW phaeton v10, chipped, a 400 bhp diesel car FFS.. he paid ten grand for it.

Even the fucking VW up, a one litre three cylinder jobbie, chucks out 60 bhp, and that’s not even “a girls car” it is a motorised shopping trolley.

Nobody, but nobody, but nobody, gives a fuck about efficiency.

Profligacy is the name of the game.

95% of what we call our current, normal, western standard of living is in fact nothing more than profligate personal energy expenditure on a scale that would have been simply unimaginable when I was a boy.

I have said this time and time and time again, the per capita energy budget of a nation denotes the technological progress and status of that nation, nothing else counts.

sure, we could *probably” maintain today’s standard of living and achieve and 30-40% cut in this current per capita energy budget (a 30-40% cut with no gains in efficiency would take us back to 1980, no internet, no personal computing, no mobile phones, no digital equipment) by going balls out for efficiency anywhere and everywhere we could…

the *average* standard car factory alternator is rated at 70 amperes… 70 x 12 = 840 watts, over a bloody horsepower, just to charge the 12 volt system…and run all those incandescent or xenon lights, and that 200 watt stereo, and move the windows up and down, and run the video game console instruments…

30 second 0-60 times are good enough.

regenerative braking could be done today, and do away with the engine powered alternator altogether as a by product.

every single vehicle could be factory speed limited to 50 mph

all lighting could be LED

There is just no will, and no awareness of what could be done, today, with today’s technology, not tomorrow’s unfeasible magical unicorn solutions.

 

June 11, 2014

It is a curious thing.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 11:11 pm

We often take the piss out of wimminz and niggerz, because of their complete disconnect from reality, they think things that are not merely improbable, but that have no actual basis in reality whatsoever.

The revival of the electric car thread reminds me of something far, far, far worse.

The complete and utter ignorance of the physical world, physical laws, physical constraints.

If I wave a magic wand at you and go la-la-la-la-your-cancer-is-now-cured I’ll get hauled in front of a judge.

If I say something equally physically impossible about electric cars or renewable energy or paying off the national debt… nobody questions the physically impossible aspects, the only things up for debate will be what colour the electric cars are, what type of renewable energy, and how many weeks will the payments be over.

Back in the day, one horsepower was defined as 550 foot pounds per second, and it was foot pounds, not pounds feet, or pounds feet of force, or any other such shit, foot pounds.

It basically says that raising 550 lbs 1 foot in 1 second is the same amount of WORK as raising 1 pound 550 feet in one second.

Taking a 56lb sack of potatoes and carrying it up a hill from 10 feet above sea level to 110 feet above sea level may take different amounts of energy per sack of potatoes, depending on the transport method used, a cableway will use a lot less than dragging it across the ground, no friction with the ground, but the POTENTIAL ENERGY in each 56 lb sack has been raised by EXACTLY the same amount for EVERY sack.

56 lb x 100 feet = 5,600 ft/lb

5,600 / 550 = 10.18, so assuming no friction one horsepower will take 10.18 seconds to raise that 56 lb sack of spuds 100 ft.

If we have 100 sacks it will take 1,018 seconds, or nearly 17 minutes.

Need to do it in 5 minutes, OK you need 17 / 5 = 3.4 horsepower

This is the beauty of physical laws, they are not THEORIES, like the theory of relativity, they are LAWS, like the law of gravity.

There is no way to take a 56 lb sack of spuds and raise it 100 feet, and do anything other than increase its potential energy by 5,600 ft/lbs, and by expending (losses to friction etc aside) 5,600 ft/lbs of work.

Horsepower is therefore a RATE of work, by definitions, 550 foot pounds per SECOND.

A daily commute along a given route this has a variable but broadly similar rate of work, the hills climbed and descended are pretty much the same, the overall distance travelled pretty much the same, the rolling resistance and kerb weight of the vehicle we are in is pretty much the same, and the time it takes to make the journey is pretty much the same.

If we say the journey takes 600 kWh of fuel to do, eg 60 litres, and 8 hours to drive, then we can work back, 60/8 = 7.5 litres an hour, or 75 kWh an hour, which is a rate of energy consumption of 75 kW, or 75,000 Watts, and since 746 watts = 550 foot pounds per second we can say 75,000 / 746 = 100 and a bit horsepower.

Actual numbers for a 460 mile journey I did a few days ago.

An actual quite new 4 door german car doing 85 mph is asking the engine to produce 100 hp

100 hp will take me, and that car, 1.4 miles every minute.

this is 71 and a bit hp per me-and-my-german-car-per-mile… at that speed

but, if I go at 60 mph, then 50 hp will take me one mile a minute.

In other words it takes nearly 50% more hp, or work, to drive the car a given mile at 85 mph instead of 60 mph, only a fool would doubt the lion’s share of this is wind resistance, but it is there nonetheless.

A man walking produces about 65 watts, that is less than a tenth of a horsepower, sure, it will take me a quarter of an hour to walk that same mile, at 4 mph, but.

Me, alone, walking, 4 mph, 1 mile in 15 minutes, rate of work 0.1 hp

Me, in car driving, 85 mph, 1 mile in 42 and a bit seconds, rate of work, 100 hp

15 mins / 42 seconds = 21.4

100 hp / 0.1 hp = 1,000

It takes 1,000 times the rate of work, or energy consumption, to drive that mile at 85 as it does to walk it at 4 mph, and for the 1,000 fold increase in energy consumption rate we get a paltry 21.4 reduction in time ratio.

Yeah yeah, I can’t walk or run at 85… not the fucking point, leave the car in tickover in 1st gear it will do 3 and a bit mph, and it will be consuming energy at the rate of 10/15 hp, 10 hp is a shit load less than 100 hp, but compared to my walking 0.1 hp…. it is still a HUNDRED times greater… and this is basically eliminating all the wind resistance from the car, all the acceleration and braking, a lot of the tyre deformation rolling resistance, etc, at this point we have basic road and transmission friction and losses, and dragging all that weight around, 1,400 or so kilos of it.

THIS, coming now, IS THE FUCKING POINT.

*All* engineers *get* this point, to others, it needs to be pointed out, to everyone else, it doesn’t exist, wishful thinking and magic pink unicorns rule the day.

If you have less than 10 hp, then you are not in the car, not even at 4 mph with a top speed of 5 mph, it won’t go up any hills, not even in 1st, yeah you can add another gearbox and make it a sixteen speed two shift job, and all the weight of that kit, and at that point it will be overtaken uphill by tortoises and frogs.

It’s like stall speed in an aircraft, drop even 0.0001 mph below it and you are no longer flying, you are falling, then you crash and die…. you can’t make a jumbo fly at 90 mph.

All things in engineering have an equivalent, not a stall speed per se, but the same concept, like a step, you are either on this high step, or that low step, there is no slope anywhere in between, one or the other, those are the only options possible.

Modern motor car AS WE KNOW IT, run it on unicorn ejaculate if you like, but, when you convert back to good old 550 foot pounds per second horsepower, it better have at least 75 equivalent cheval ponies, available on tap, for a continuous duration of at least 6 hours… until the magic unicorn testes finally run dry.

Applies to everything else too, solar energy, wind energy, hydro, yadda yadda yadda, if it doesn’t produce “high step” energy, on demand, for as long as you want, then it is low step energy, and it is bollocks (its actually a lot worse than bollocks, but there we go, story for another day maybe), because “low step” energy simply does not do the SAME job.

low step energy is walking.

wind turbines and solar are low step.

electric cars, as they are made today, from the gwiz to the tesla, are all low step

the internet in the UK, and I’m not talking about your pc or my pc or Amazons cloud or google data-centres, I am talking *just* the fucking network itself, uses about 2 gigawatt’s, the phone system can use up to about 4 gigawatt’s if everyone picks up the phone, eg 9/11, eg the fucking phone system can absorb 10% of daily electricity consumption (diurnal cycles, 25 GW at night, 45/55 daytimes)

you wanna plug that into yer fucking windmills and solar PV?

Your laptop is running off it’s battery, Amazon’s data centre is running off the diesel backups, so provided there is enough wind between the two of you, and it is daytime and reasonably sunny, you can log on to Amazon and buy a book on saving the fucking planet…

About another 10% goes on moving potable water and sewerage around the country…. yeah, you can flush the toilet Tuesdays and Thursdays and alternate Saturdays.

Oh, and all these things will break down a LOT more frequently when you start running them in rolling brownout and blackout schedules, shit that had 36 months of 24/7 service life left in it pops a fucking bollock 72 hours into your brownout cycle.

The modern auto-mobile, the modern truck, the modern bus / train, as we know them, are all “high step”, the thing that makes them “high step” isn’t what they run on or how many polar bears are suffocated per mile driven or how much the seas rise, what makes them “high step” is the rate at which they can expend energy, and the fact they can do so for at least 6 hours without refuelling.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy_density

Fossil fuel is 46 megajoules per kilogramme, and 36 megajoules per litre.

li-on batteries are 0.4 megajoules per kilogramme, and 1.2 megajoules per litre

Fossil fuel has 100 times the energy per kilo, and 30 times the energy per litre.

Talking about “science” one day closing this fucking gap is like talking about “science” one day making a jumbo jet fly at 5 mph… it is fucking retarded and impossible… physically fucking impossible.

In fact, if we exclude everything that is basically “burning” something with hydrogen or hydrogen and carbon it it, the ONLY things that beat fossil fuels are, wait for it, fucking NUCLEAR.

Hello, this is basic 3rd form chemistry and physics for fucks sake, shit that used to be hammered into boys of 13, along with french and latin and chaucer.

Fucking COAL offers 30 times the energy per weight of li-on batteries, and 30 times the energy per volume.

If, in some fucking mystical narnia world of fucking unicorns and magicians and malleable physical laws, li-on batteries doubled in charge density every five fucking years, then by AD 20 mother-fucking 40 li-on batteries will be on a par with fucking COAL for fucks sake… oh hang on, the new coal powered Boeing unicorndreamliner just flew overhead…. escorted by a flock of Canada pigs flying south for the fucking summer…

So in 2040 AD, 1910 AD can call and ask for their fucking cars back

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Motor_Carriage_Company

I’ve quoted Sagan too often on here..

The point of this post is high step / low step, it applies everywhere to everything, physically and in engineering and technology, if you’re teetering on the edge of the high step, and suffer a 1% loss, it’s a loooong fucking way down to the low step, and suddenly literally nothing is the same as it was on the high step.

That last bit in red is the point.

June 10, 2014

Electric cars – again….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 7:43 pm

Here we go…

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2014/06/10/citroen_c_zero_electric_car_review/?page=1

“The first thing is the saving in petrol. Since the vast majority of the cost of petrol is tax, it’s expensive stuff.”

Someone who doesn’t get it.

Petrol / gasoline / benzine is currently, as I type £1.37 a litre.

There is approximately 9.7 kWh of energy in a litre of petrol (10.7 for diesel)

£1.37 / 9.7 = 14.1 p per kWh

The average price for electricity is currently 16.6 p per kWh http://blog.comparemysolar.co.uk/electricity-price-per-kwh-2013-comparison-of-e-on-edf-npower-british-gas-scottish-and-sse/

So, broadly speaking, electric car vs petrol car, similar kerb weight, rolling resistance, wind resistance, etc etc etc, so it is going to take a broadly similar amount of ENERGY to move either car any fixed distance or comparable route.

As I have said time and time and time again, it is no coincidence that the cost of ENERGY per kWh is broadly similar, NO MATTER WHAT FORM YOU BUY THAT ENERGY IN.

If;

1/ it doesn’t matter what form you buy your energy in, the price per kWh is broadly similar

2/ the energy consumption of broadly similar vehicles is broadly similar, irrespective of how they are powered.

Where is the incentive to buy the electric car, at a fucking premium?

If, and ONLY IF

1/ the rolling resistance of electric cars was dramatically reduced, super skinny tyres etc, no mechanical drivetrain, etc

2/ the air resistance of electric cars was dramatically reduced, teardrop shape and maximum speed of around 50 mph

3/ minimal energy was converted to heat, eg 100% regenerative braking, eg no drivetrain, just 4 in hub stepper motors carrying tyres.

Then the electric car can beat the petrol/diesel car in energy consumption, and items 1 and 2 can be done in a petrol or diesel car…

A gasoline/ diesel car can be “charged” from empty in 5 minutes tops.

The energy density of petrol / diesel in kHw per cubic metre kicks all batteries asses, but that by itself isn’t a dealbreaker…. there are plenty of high end motorcycles with barely 150 mile range.

A petrol / diesel fuel TANK costs a few dollars to make, an electric fuel “tank” costs thousands.

These are presently insurmountable obstacles, for the automobile “as we know it” to change to electric.

Item #1 in red above will, never, change, such is the nature of markets.

This means electric car adoption will never happen because electric is a CHEAPER source of fuel, it never will be.

Which leaves two options.

1/ electric is available, petrol / diesel isn’t

2/ electric is legal, petrol / diesel isn’t

and one more small problem, each 30,000 litre fuel tanker represents 300,000 kWh, for a 30 ampere 220 VAC mains supply (30 x 220 = 6,600 Kw) that means it takes 10/6.6 = 1.5 hours to transfer the energy equivalent of 1 litre of fuel, assuming 100% charging efficiency of course, which is beyond pie in the sky, so a theoretical maximum of 16 litres of fuel per 24 hours, nearer 10 with charging efficiencies, and nothing else in the house running, and of course you can’t *use* a car that is plugged in at home charging (which you can only do anyway if you have a driveway) so half that for 12 hours charging a day, maximum of 8 litres equivalent of fuel per day… that’s not much range

So the electrical distribution grid itself also becomes an issue.

Tell me again how electric cars are, in *any* way, practical?

The only *practical* applications for electric vehicles (Smiths have been making them commercially for 70+ years) are, by definition, not anything that you could possibly categorise as a personal automobile. (think electric milk floats and electric vans and so on)

Suggesting electric cars as an “alternative” to petrol or diesel cars is like suggesting motorcycles as an alternative to petrol and diesel cars, the sort of alternative that means “completely bloody different” and not the sort that means “exactly the same, except for the vroom sounds” which is all anyone is talking about.

so, why not get an electric motorcycle?

http://www.zeromotorcycles.com/eu/

With 9kWh in its battery pack, nearly twice the capacity of the Toyota Prius, the 2012 Zero DS is the fastest, longest-range electric motorcycle to ever enter production. 84mph top speed, 112-mile range. Is that enough to make it practical, useful transportation? More importantly, can a bike that slow be fun to ride? For more about electric motorcycles, check out

 

same fucking issues….

Greetings earthlings…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:57 am

… take me to your larder.

So I looked at the bitch, and she looked at me, and I know that all she knows about me is what it says in the company files, which is fuck all, and I know she is judging me on looks and other things, and I know all the rest too, I’ve see all the episodes and all the re-runs a thousand times.

“Oh the gift that God would gi’ us, to see ourselves as others see us”

Well, if it is a gift I have it, and it may be a gift in the sense it was given, but of value, no, not a lot.

I know my age, I can remember like it was last week being 15 and thinking that being 40 was some unimaginable distance in the future, and now it is over a decade in the past… OK I my not look bad for my age, but I’m a long way past looking youthful.

I know this bitch is looking at me, in her 30’s, and she is seeing a skinny old man that don’t seem to amount to much, is junior to her, and on less money, maybe not washed up and on the beach, but, in woman’s parlance, there are no new chapters to be written.

And, I get where she is coming from, yeah, she can think all those things, it is not entirely unjustified, and yet…

… and yet she will never do 1% of what I have done, and yet her life(TM) has already pretty much passed her by, and yet despite having 20+ years on her, she is the one who is old before her time, not me.

I dunno if I am pissed or rueful or amused at her judgement of me, shall I say because her judgement is so wrong, or so wide of the mark, or so at odds with my own judgement of myself… that last one leaves me open to the exact same criticism I would level at her.

Hell, I walk into an office building and see 20 wimminz while I am there, and on the purely superficial physical level, there are two I would fuck, and this bitch is one of them.311821_orig

I was transported back in time, some snooty cunt and his snooty cunt wife, better than everyone else because they had money, sat on the aft deck of their 25 metre diesel yacht pissed because they are still tied up to the quay, although there is still posing, instead of being in a bay somewhere at anchor, because the holding tanks are fucked.

Ships, you see, have everything, they don’t just float and have motive power, they have power generation, ventilation, heating, A/C, potable water systems, and of course waste water and sewerage systems… and waste water and sewerage goes in to holding tanks, to be discharged at sea for free, or for a fee by a tanker on the quay.

Yours truly was called in to sort it, Mono progressive cavity pumps, wonderful fucking things, they’ll eat and pump almost anything if you don’t mind the wear and tear, and one of the signs you will always see on yachts is the one in the bogs that say do not put your fucking sanitary towels and tampons down the fucking toilet.

So the holier than thou rich cunt and his rich cunt wife object to everything about me, I have to walk past them to get to the machine rooms, I wear overalls, I work for a living, I am going to but my hands elbows deep into their shit and piss, so the same gift that allows me to see what the bitch today is thinking is at work there, but these cunts crossed the line, by ignoring me, who was stood there, and instructing the captain to ask me how much bloody longer this was going to take.

You can tell him and his wife, I tell the craptain, that it depends, see, my hourly rate just doubled, because I don’t like being treated like dirt, and you can either accept that, or tell him and his wife to get down there and fish around in their own piss and shit, and pull all the fucking sanitary towels that his wife flushed down the fucking toilet out of the Mono pump and pipework, assuming they are qualified, and have spares, or they can just sit here tied to the quay for the rest of the charter.

The bitch today, I’ll give her her due, judgement of me aside, was quite pleasant and sociable, so she didn’t get any of my attitude, which also means she didn’t get anything to cause her to re-evaluate me.. well, not much.

“So how about sacking me and re-employing me at a decent wage” I tell her… LRFH, big shit eating grin on my face.

God damn but I have said that or a variation to so many employers, got something for you, the boss says, I look all excited and say oh goody, what is it, a P45 (the form you get when you terminate employment somewhere) boss looks at you strangely.

Hey Houston, we have a problem, I don’t think this employee gives a shit.

See, all these employees in the corporate hive, like this bitch, they have adapted and evolved all these facial expressions in the social pecking order, and it is like watching monkeys in the zoo, one thing it ain’t is natural or free expression.

Me, I grin a lot, I chuckle a lot, I laugh quite a bit, cunts tell me they can’t read me, my face is so expressionless and closed and hard, I look in the mirror and think WHAT THE FUCK, I got one of the most open and expressive faces going, that’s one of these reasons there are still almost no lines on it in my mid fifties, the entire fucking thing is motile and used.

But then again, my expressions bubble up from within, they aren’t a mask in an artificial social language that signifies nothing.

…that’s why I was pissed at the bitch thinking I was the one who was washed up and past it, bitch I *still* got more fucking life(TM) in me than you, old way before her time, watching the shit that doesn’t count and long since ignored and pissed away the only stuff that did, it’s gone and she doesn’t even realise, because she never knew it was there.

Fuck it, I sit here typing this shit with a shit eating grin on my face, and I am talking literally, not figuratively.

But then what do you expect from an asshole who had a tee shirt at 15 that said.

I’D RATHER LAUGH WITH THE SINNERS
THAN CRY WITH THE SAINTS.

June 8, 2014

If you’re so smart, what are you doing in here?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 11:25 am

It was a familiar refrain in prison, and trotted out to anyone who claimed to be smart or good at anything.

Take a look at the current global economy, stock markets, currencies, debts, QE, are you so smart, you actually can see behind the veil?

Do you actually know what is going on?

Let’s take me, been waiting for the house price crash since 1995, and since 1995 houses around here that were 50k back then are now 150k, am I so smart? 19 years is a long time waiting for something that was “unsustainable” in my eyes back then to crash.

So how about this, what if the crash already happened, and all we are seeing now is everyone pretending it hasn’t, sure, we didn’t kill Bobby and eat his flesh, he has just nipped out for some smokes, he’ll be back any day now.

What if we use the OLD definition of inflation, an increase in the money supply, then the house going from 50k to 150k in 19 years is just a 300% inflation rate, one 2014 Pound will buy what 33p did in 1995, so, have your wages tripled since 1995?

It’s an old adage that those living through an age don’t realise it from the inside looking out, it is only in later years that other point at that period and say mmmm, this the era of the end of the thermionic valve.

It don’t matter what currency they used when my dad was a boy or how much he earned an hour or how much things cost, what matters is how far things went…. how many hours labour (a finite resource ever week) did it take to buy a meal that would keep you alive for a day?

There is no good asking how long it would have taken my dad as a young man to earn enough to buy a blu ray player…things like the price of copper and tin per ton used to mean something, but in the manipulated market everything is manipulated, rehypothecated and so on, so now there are apparently at least 100,000 tons of aluminium and copper that should be sat in warehouses in china, and it isn’t there, and no one is sure if it ever was, gold is the same, you wanna buy gold, hang on, are we talking PHYSICAL gold here? and even that is subject to fraud, at the highest levels, that gold? or tungsten wrapped in gold?

Hell I was old enough to watch man land on the moon, live on 405 line VHF monochrome teevee, and go to school and read and study, and be surrounded by records of anything you cared to shake a stick at, I could open a school text book and look at the price of coal per ton from 1800 to what was then the present day.

Nowadays, in the fucking computer age no less, I am fucking surrounded by cunts showing graphs with manipulated axes (eg not showing the full scale to highlight a difference, or making one scale out of scale with the other, etc) and all sort of shit, and all I hear all the time is that these fucking charts are based on data SINCE RECORDS BEGAN IN 1979

Cunt. I was around before 1979, I can assure you for a mother-fucking fact, records began a *lot* earlier than that bucko.

Think my 300% (as a fucking minimum) inflation in the past 19 years is shit?

In 1995 I could walk into the local main dealer for Yamaha, Honda, Suzuki and Kawasaki, a big bike shop, with £3,500 pounds, and ride out on the top of the range anything I chose, nowadays that number is closer to £12,000, and they should actually be CHEAPER, because while the cost of making a 4 cylinder block in energy terms is pretty much the same (irrespective of size too actually) a lot of the shit that used to have to be manufactured from metal is now cheapo solid state electronics, or plastics, or composites.

The rule of thumb for interest is divide 70 by the rate, and the number you get is the doubling period.

70 / 10% apr = 7, so 7 years is the doubling period.

1.07 (7%) exp 19 = 3.616 (361%) so we have a ball park, inflation has been running about 7% a year for the past 19 years.

1995 I was doing long distance motorway recovery work, 14 p a mile, and that meant including loading and unloading and all that shit I was doing an average of 65 mph (exempt unrestricted trucks) so 65 x 0.14 = £9.10 an hour.

I KNEW it was good money for the job back then, I knew it was more than say the guys driving the Tesco arctics were on, and on a par with the guys driving ADR tankers, hey, remember when being a truck driver was a good paying job…

£9.10 an hour time 361% inflation = £32.85 an hour.

Guys driving motorway breakdown trucks NOW should be on £32.85 an hour, or if they work 30 hours a week that’s coming on a grand (£1,000) a week… they are on a fucking third of that.

*sure* the price of a CD writer has plummeted in that time, we also now have giant flat screen telly’s an shit at affordable prices, but boys, we don’t buy that much of that shit, I’m still looking at the one I bought 7 years ago…. but everything else, food, fuel, housing, transport, energy….

The truly, truly, truly fucking stupid are the ones who have been using the house as an ATM in the interim, and spending the “profits” they were “earning” when the “value” of their house climbed inexorably from 50k to 150k.

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Last night I was texting this friend, she lives slap bang in the middle wales, she ain’t from there, she moved there a few years ago.

I told her a year ago, GET THE FUCK OUT, not just for you, for the kids, they have NO future there, nor do you… and some fell on stony ground.

Last night she is telling me she is becoming a local… I’m all meh

Bitch can’t see what is in front of her face, DESPITE the resent economic boom and euro money pouring in, there is shit on the fucking High street, garages that closed when Morris was a standalone brand, fucking thing went bust in the seventies.

Fucking wales was fucking full of shit you could buy for FUCK ALL in the early eighties, cos everyone got the fuck out in the late seventies, because there was nothing left, you could buy a  real nice small semi detached house in a devon village for 25k, or you could buy a farm and three outbuilding and 4 cottages sat in 75 acres in wales for the same money, or a whole street of former miners cottages up the valleys.

I’m not even going near the fact that things that even today the rest of the country take for granted, like you can go to the various supermarket websites and order shit online and get it delivered for free if your order is over £25, doesn’t exist there.

Tesco’s opened a store, so they deliver locally, apart from that there is Amazon, and apart from that if you want it, you fucking go get it yourself.

Hey, I lived in Cornwall in the seventies, cornwall and wales got a lot in common, economically, so this isn’t slagging the fucking welsh off, this is reality.

This is boom time at the top of the fucking bubble and the state handouts are still flowing in full force and the bitch is broke, sure she wastes money left right and centre with piss poor money management and weekly prudential door to door loans, but even without that, if she managed her money properly, it wouldn’t be a well paying gig… I left her place one morning last winter and it was -6 celcius, drove home to my place, about 100 miles directly south as the crow flies, +2 degrees and that 8 degrees difference make a huge difference to your heating bills, clothing, laundry, you name it, and that is just one factor.

WHEN the bubble bursts, eg when the crash that has already happened starts revealing more and more of itself, it is going to be fucking unsustainable, there is nothing but fucking and drinking and drugs, and drinking and drugs take money, which has to be taken from someone else, one way or another.

I don’t want to give y’all the impression that I care about her fate, or the fate of her children, bed, made, lie, I just cannot fucking fathom the mentality.

Despite her lack of resources, at this time she is still entitled to vast help from the state tit, and instead of grabbing it while the going is good and relocating to somewhere with greater opportunities, she sits there are talks about becoming a fucking local… does.. not.. compute..

How can you possibly not see the train of doom fucking rushing at ya?

How can you possibly consign your kids to a life of alcohol and drug abuse and petty prostitution?

DETROIT motherfuckers.

The fucking industrial heart of Amerika.

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2014-06-07/death-and-decay-detroit-real-time-seen-streets

Cunts are leaving in DROVES, same shit as happened in wales in the late seventies, when the work goes, there is nothing left to stay for, except the booze and drugs and prostitution.

Then you get that other thing, before the welsh in the late seventies, there was the Irish in the early seventies, economic migrants.

Fore-runners of the Polish, when they joined the EU and flocked to places like the UK.

No cunt welcomes economic migrants, trust me on this, y’all are seen as shit.

Knew people who took the ten quid to emigrate to oztralia deal, they told the same story, economic migrants are never fucking welcomed.

Why?

Because they are always the ones who refused to see the writing on the wall and left it too fucking late to get out, so when the left they took a whole fucking load of their problems with them.

I may not be smart.

But compared to some of the DUMB motherfuckers out there, just call me fucking einstein, failing that, call me one beer, and I’ll drink to your health, fnaar fnaar, a crappy old joke there for my german readers…. three beers later I’ll be a *real* fucking genius.

 

June 7, 2014

Deterrent or Motivation.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 12:25 pm

So there is this skank, 40 ish, has to be said, a damn good body for her age, she must have been fiiiine when she was 20, so so face, but the usual “the last guy I was with was a complete bastard” attitude.

For shits and giggles I play it for a bit, conversation wise, text back and forth, within 24 hours she is calling me sir and saying she wants me to dump cum in all her holes, within another 24 hours it has all gone horribly wrong, you see, I am apparently another one of those nasty pushy controlling men.

What went wrong was I was all OK bitch, let’s talk again on the phone and arrange a time when we are both free to meet and fuck, and she was all I can’t talk now because you see my sons are here, and I’m like I don’t give a fuck, one has nothing to do with the other, and it ended there see.

There is another one, not so much to look at but loves my ass and all that good stuff, in her case it is daughters and not sons, but it’s the same deal, they get in the way of mummy having any social or sexual life, and just to be clear here, I am talking kids between the ages of 16 and 25, not small children.

Now, to be clear, I’m not doing an about face on the thing that a mother should put raising her kids properly in a good home environment and lead by example first, I’m not talking about bringing home an endless series of randoms who the kids call uncle billy and so on.

But, just because you don’t bring random men home, does not mean you cannot have, from the kids perspective “a boyfriend” that they don’t see… it could be a string of random men and as far as the kids are concerned it could be just the one boyfriend.

If you can text me from home, you can fucking talk to me from home, the only people who CANNOT do this, are those who are hiding something, like a live in husband / boyfriend / lover / etc.

I understand that there are inappropriate times, you’re at work, you’re driving, you’re cooking dinner, but there are times when you are just relaxing and you can talk, or you should be able to, except, your physical location prevents it, you can’t talk at home, unless it is between 9am and 5 pm… eg you can only talk from your own home when nobody else is there.

You don’t mind talking to me, provided nobody else there overhears your conversation.

THAT is what should set alarm bells ringing.

Not so much because it is a sure sign you are a cheating lying cunt, it isn’t, not 100% sure, but it is a 100% sure sign that you are not the master of your own ship.

I am the master of my own ship, If I choose to answer the phone (and it automatically goes silent from 9pm until 8 am, unless you are one of the privileged few in my contacts list) then I can talk at any hour of the day or night, with anyone I choose, about any subject I choose.

In the case of the skank I didn’t get to fuck, she was expecting me to make concessions to her life style and choices and kids. No deal.

In the case of the one I still fuck very occasionally, she knows I won’t make concessions, so she is all sorry, I’ll get back to you in a few weeks when I can make some time, and if you feel like seeing me then, that would be good.

On the face of it the two sound very similar, in reality there is one huge and vastly important difference, one knows her lifestyle isn’t acceptable to me, and hopes that when she gets time off from her lifestyle I might be able to make time for her… she isn’t captain of her own ship, but she doesn’t have dick to say about how I run my own ship.

The other one, well, she isn’t captain of her own ship either, but she does want to have dick to say about how I run my own ship too.

It’s all modes of behaviour, neither one of these wimminz is going to make changes to their lives, because nothing is motivating them to, and the deterrents to prevent continuation of the same old same old do not exist.

There is this other skank, off a swinging / fucking site, she is all my weekends and daytimes are my time, so any playing is gonna be done weekday evenings or not at all, which I don’t have an issue with, clearly stated boundaries are not an issue, so I say to her “tempt me” and she comes back with “I’m a good cook” and I am all like baby, maybe you is, maybe you isn’t, but it ain’t relevant because I ain’t coming over to yours weekday evenings only to fucking eat, you gotta bait the hook…

She comes back with “I don’t wanna be seen as bait”, I tell her that is her prerogative, mine is to walk, because there is literally nothing being put on the table, by her own choice, to tempt me. She goes potty mouthed at me.

Guess which one of the two wimminz above she most resembles.

The skank with the kids who can’t talk at home, and the swinging skank with nothing on the hook both share something in common, they both seek to change my behaviour, but offer me neither motivation to do so, nor deterrent from continuing to be me… quite the contrary actually.

The skank who says her life is a mess, she’ll call me when she is free, and if I am free also, maybe we can hook up for a night, she isn’t asking me for much, and she is making an offer at the same time, knowing that at that time I may or may not feel like taking it, time will tell, no worries either way.

OK, so far this is a lot of waffle about a few skanky sluts who may or may net get a load of cum dumped in them, a lot of words about nothing, a lot of long winded shit.

But it is necessary to state it this way, because it is full and frank disclosure, and it lets you dear reader see, in all boring and mundane clarity, what goes on in a man’s mind when a wimminz pings on the radar.

It is necessary because this sort of mundane day to day background noise of the psyche sets the scene, now I can say something like I have heard every possible variation of every bullshit excuse and story any wimminz can ever tell me about anything, ever, and you can colour in the background yourself.

I have no motivation to listen to yet another rendition of the same old refrain, and frankly all that is left is a deterrent, I really do not want to sit through yet another one wimminz play about how the widdle unique snowflake pwincess was sooo unwucky and kets meeting all these nasty men who yadda yadda yadda.

It is necessary because now, perhaps, you can have an inkling of the instant resonance I get when I read the words another man wrote, “We didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.https://wimminz.wordpress.com/02-people-do-what-they-wanna-do/

It is necessary because just as these wimminz own chaotic home lives seep into limiting their freedoms of movement and expression and decision and interaction with men like me, all this shit always seeps across into other areas of one’s life and health and thoughts and attitudes.

WE don’t become one trick ponies, we aren’t all sad men solely fixated on not seeing our kids, or getting raped in divorce courts, or getting laid, however much it may suit the aims of those who wish to characterise us this way.

Once the scales fall away from your eyes, NOTHING looks the same.

We can talk computers or technology or cars or motorcycles or music or food or money or employment or accommodations or pensions or peace or war or investments or tools or politics or films or literally anything else you like, and I have discussed all these subjects and more in this blog alone, which is only a tiny subsection of my life as a whole, and we find that it has seeped into everything that we see, think and do.

Motivations and deterrents.

Where “you” is society, the state, the system, the media, et-fucking-cetera, then “you” have provided, across the fucking board, the best deterrents possible from me ever buying any of your shit ever again, EVEN IF IT FUCKING HAPPENS TO BE TRUE, I won’t be buying from you, and as for motivations, god damn but my life is a lot simpler and more relaxed and more stress free, since I started rejecting ALL “your” shit.

“WE didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.”

That resonates, through the very fibre of my being, “you” don’t get it, not even slightly.

“We” will watch *everything* burn, rather than intervene, because nothing can possibly motivate us to do anything to save any of “your” shit from the fire “you” started, because we have already endured so many deterrents at “your” hands where “you” threw “our” shit on the fire “you” started.

It’s not hate, we don’t hate you, it’s not personal, it’s not political, it’s not sexual, it’s not about power or money or anything else, it’s not greed or envy, it is in fact incredibly simple.

Deterrents and Motivations.

***ANY*** involvement with “you”, no matter how trivial and tiny, always, without exception, comes back to bite us on the ass.

We just learned the lesson “you” have been so busy trying to teach us, how do you like them apples.

Nota Bene, that text in bold purple, that includes trying to do you down, fuck you up, screw with your shit, hurt you, etc.

“you” don’t need me as an enemy, you are more than capable of fucking everything up beyond all recognition on your own, in fact, I dunno that I could do as good a job as y’all are already doing….

All three of the skanks mentioned in this story will reap their own rewards, at their own hands, and their own hands alone, I didn’t start any of those fires either, and I certainly ain’t going to change my lifestyle to don any craptain save a ho / fireman uniform… DON’T. WANNA. KNOW. OR. HAVE. ANY. FUCKING. PART. IN. IT.

One of them *might* however get some more nights with me, *if*, if *she* makes the effort to make the time to make it happen in her life, and that happens to coincide with a window in mine.

Said it before, saying it again.

Nero fiddled while Rome burned.

Doesn’t mean what they tried to tell you it meant in school.

Means he didn’t start the fire, so he didn’t become a fireman, he just pulled up a chair and some booze and sat back and watched the show.

No motivation to intercede, every deterrent going against getting involved.

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This isn’t a warning or a threat, y’all better start valuing us and treating us nice of we won’t play at firemen later on, the bell has been rung, the lessons have been learned, no going back.

This is just a y’all have a nice day now, none of my business.

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