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June 6, 2014

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Cardguy.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 9:30 pm

Yeah, it’s the height of bad taste to talk about actual individuals in the man-os-fear, but fuck it, I never claimed to have any taste, and this isn’t about him, per se, but about how he got run over by the bus when he was on the way to buy some smokes.

The internet is an interesting phenomenon, because nowadays it means literally anyone can become what we used to call “ops”, eg god in their own little fucking domain.

This hasn’t really been possible in the past, even if you were a crazed and powerful baron back in the day, you couldn’t control what one serf in your stables said to another.

Now, with the internet, you can.

Being an early, very early, adopter, I have seen all this shit from day one, and I was always left with the lasting impression that you could tell more about a site/domain/forum/etc and who ran it by looking at who got banned for life, than by anything else you could possibly look at.

This hasn’t changed, because of course human nature hasn’t changed in the last 25 or 35 years, shit that went down on dial up BBS’s in the 80’s is going down in the exact same way today on the www.

I wish I had a dollar for every time I have seen someone I didn’t necessarily agree with or admire, but who I would quite happily have a beer with and lend a 20 to, knowing I would get it back, get banned for life from someplace for some heinous crime that by any real metric was far less severe than what many others did routinely, and never even got a warning for, but of course, *those* posters were in the cabal.. TINC…lol

See, I *will* judge a man, or any other fucker, by how they treat the below minimum wage cunt slinging their burger, the person with no ability or authority whatsoever to do or say dick back to you.

“My network, my rules” is the claim lots of these cunts make, and while there is a certain grain of truth to that in some cases, these cases are never the ones that these cunts are claiming, it ain’t a fucking network, there ain’t a bunch of family or friends or employees depending on the smooth running of the resource, it is, like this shit right here, a purely personal thing.

Here, I will delete spam, because it is completely off topic, and I will delete comments from wimminz, because I have no interest in what some feminazi skank ho says, cunt can use her own website to spout off, and I will delete comments that are just abuse, because there is zero valid intellectual content.

Barring that, I won’t delete, you can take a 100% diametrically opposed on every level attitude, and I’ll leave it up, fact is I get almost none like that, but that is another story.

I started http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/index.php because I wondered if the time had yet come, it is still as quiet as a morgue while places that cater to the sheeple like roosh et al are rammed.

I started it because I was a participant in a now quite ancient experiment by Bruce Perens, doing the exact same thing, with the exact same results so far… but I wanted to differ from Bruce’s experiment in making it so I wasn’t the head honcho, splitting myself and my own innate personal human nature from the controls of the ship.

What happens? It is still quiet as a morgue, but there isn’t a single poster there that I wouldn’t sink a few beers with or lend a 20 to… I couldn’t quite say that about the posters on Bruce’s experiment, nearly, but not quite.

See, there is a lot of discussion and hot air and opinionating about various forms of government, there is democracy, representative democracy, parliamentary democracy, proportional representation, monarchy, autocracy, oligarchy.

Interestingly the one alternative that is never even mentioned, except in rare instances where it is invoked as the worst of all possible scenarios, and also I believe partly because nobody actually understands what it is, is what runs Men Going Their Own Way dot Net, and to a lesser extent this place.

Anarchy.

Just as there are various forms of democracy, there are various forms of Anarchy, MGTOW.net is a benevolent anarchy, this place is an autocratic anarchy, and the fundamental rules of both are the same.

Do what the fuck you please, and give others that same right.

Sure, the absolute numbers over at MGTOW.net right now are small, BUT, there have been over 800 posts, all of them made by fiercely independent and old school masculine men, and despite the lack of any apparent rules http://men-going-their-own-way.net/constitution.html not one single posting has been objectionable, and I don’t mean in a live and let live so the guy is entitled to his opinions, even if I do happen to think he is a cunt for saying that thing, I mean nobody is shooting their mouth off.

Cardguy wasn’t shooting his mouth off on Roosh’s doorstep, this is the fucking nature of the human psyche, you and dick and harry  wanna talk about the fucking world cup in Brazil, my mind does the whole word association football thing and I go hey, that reminds me of this Brasilian chick I was banging way back when, Solange was her name, and that ain’t hijacking shit, that’s called being human.

People are afraid of anarchy because they have been taught that is paedogeddon and every other nightmare you ever had wrapped up in one, if the power goes off and the lights go out, people say, it will be anarchy, bad anarchy, for their is no other type, mass rapings and lootings and murdeings.

And yet, when you give Anarchy a place, like MGTOW.net, the truth is the behaviour is *more* civilised than anywhere else.

Lots of historical events you can’t talk to anyone, the fuckers are all dead, long gone, but Bosnia is a recent one in Europe, and people will call it anarchy, but it wasn’t, in fact if you can find someone who gives examples of people spontaneously treating each other in a civilised manner, that is the anarchy, but it wasn’t allowed to flourish, because too many other people were playing power games.

Anarcho-syndicalist communes aren’t anarchy either, for true anarchy you can only have individuals, no groups, today we call them flashmobs, back in the day we called it woodstock, or the equivalent.

Anarchy is also called chaos, but nobody really understands what that means either, the way the rain hits the ground or waves break or breezes blow and certain molecules happen to get inhaled by you, while other nearby ones do not, these are all chaotic systems, and who would argue that standing in a field and breathing free air is in any way inferior to breathing through a pipe in the vacuum of space or underwater?

Sure, breathing though a pipe is more controlled, and you can adjust the gas mix, and not be aware of the smell from your mate who just farted, but is this superior?

Linux is anarchic, it is chaotic in many ways, does this make it inferior to MacOS or Windows?

Mathematics and Language are anarchic, or rather, they were, back when speech was free, if indeed it ever was outside of an anarchic enclave like MGTOW.net.

Human breeding was anarchic and chaotic, before we had rules about who could fuck who, and then more rules about who could see their kids, and then more rules about medication and health (not just medicine making those who would have died live long enough to breed, try letting a child die a natural death from a severe injury and see what happens to you) and rules about where you can go, what you can do, what you can look at, what you can say, and even what you can think.

I can say the Earth is flat, I can say that aliens live in volcano’s and we all need to channel our inner thetans, but if I say there was no Holocaust as described or if I say sex or marriage with a 12 year old should be legal, or if I say I will not give you the password to my own property, my encrypted files, then I will be taken off and thrown into prison.

Because, you see, otherwise we would have “Anarchy”

I do not, for one instant, claim that in a true anarchy everyone is an altruist, you will still get the odd psycho, we have them anyway, anarchy or not, so no difference there… the difference is the first person who chooses to do so can just kill them, then get on with whatever they were doing, and the differnce is the state could not kill and enslave the rest of us, in the name of protecting us from those who they do not protect is from, not even one iota, while taking all our freedoms.

Back  in the days before internet search engines there were web-rings, each site dealing with, for example, model trains, would have link back and forwards in the chain to the next model train site on the web ring.

One of the beauties of the internet back in those days was that you COULD NOT KNOW what was out there, you couldn’t “go and look”, you could just stumble across shit by accident.

You’d book mark pages that other people had put up, a collection of links to stuff that they had found that you thought was cool, and of course, dead links abounded, shit didn’t last, hosting was expensive and / or severely limited in capacity… you were rocking if you had a 14.4 k full duplex hayes modem and a hosting account with a whole megabyte of disk space, and no server scripting resources, static hard coded html buddy… of course as the years passed things got bigger.

just for shits and giggles I just looked at some of my archives from 2000, an entire hotel website, which wasn’t just cutting edge for the day, but which frankly is better than almost anything you can find live today, 3.7 megabytes, still works perfectly, total home page including graphics… 17 kilobytes…. an entire online holiday enquiry booking and reservation site, in the year 2000 mind you… 18.9 megabytes, that’s including all the php and cgi and talking to the bank computers directly code.

£1.50 a week will now buy you 10 gig of SSD disk space, 10 unique domains, 20 databases, 25 processes, 100 email accounts and 512 meg of dedicated ram, and 500 gig of monthly bandwidth…

Anybody can be a Roosh, a Bill, a Nacho, etc etc etc… or one of the sheeple that bleat in unison, safety in numbers, one of the herd, not one of the pack…. https://wimminz.wordpress.com/?s=pack+animals

In other words, for £1.50 a week anyone can be too fucking TIMID to stand on their own two feet as an individual, yeah kids, it’s always run what ya brung, for free, at big daddy’s drag strip, provided y’all ain’t packin more’n 100 cubic inches that is, and nothing lighter than 2,500 lbs, cos only big daddy can run the shitcan mustang with the 350 cid, and lightened by all the rust that falls out every run, cos big daddy is king of this heah dragstrip, ya hear…

I started this out by saying you could tell all you needed to know about a site by who they kicked out, and that is true, but the flipside is also, often, not always, but often true, the collective IQ of the place drops a couple of notches when that person leaves…

 

 

June 3, 2014

Condolini wants his hand back.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:41 am

I see a lot of memes getting “grip” lately, one of them is the I always knew I would survive that shit meme, and here I am, I was right.

So here’s a story, it might be true, it might be not, it might be true for me, it might be not, but it has certainly been true for many.

So, there we were, we few, young and immortal and immoral, and sure, everyone knows it is dangerous, but nobody actually believes they are going to be the one left over when the music stops, not really, cos you wouldn’t stay there… even the ones who are convinced they aren’t going to make it, they don’t really believe that, as in, today is the fucking day dude.

Years pass, and here I am, still here, so I can sit here and lay claim to that meme, I always knew I would survive that shit somehow.

But the very nature of the beast means that all those who shared that belief, which was the majority, and who are NOT fucking here today, and they are not here to say they were wrong.

It’s not democratic or proportional representation or statistically viable or even accurate, when the only people who get a say are the small minority who survived, to actually have a say.

Nowadays we are so assfucked and limp wristed that the one who walks away is most likely to wrap themselves in some shit labelled survivors guilt, oh why did I survive when all those other poor fuckers died, fuck that shit, you just did, end of, go down a cold one to celebrate, and if you don’t say much about it it ain’t survivors guilt, you’re just aware that none of them that died have a voice, so why should you speak, just cos there is nobody else to take the podium.

Why did I survive? I don’t got no answers for you, and the truth is, if I had answers, I wouldn’t be giving them away for free…. you dig?

When you work at a company that you know is hurting, and your fellow employees are hurting, I’m the cunt who doesn’t try to talk you out of jumping ship and seeking pastures new, the more of you jump ship the less chance there is of them throwing me overboard to meet the new downsized quota… fuck you very much.. >;*)

Level playing fields are for assholes, if the deck is stacked in my favour because I am a single man and I can survive on our measly salary better than the guy with the wife and the newborn kid… well… sucks to be him.

I’m not going to raise a single finger to fuck you up or make you look bad or stab you in the back, but, if the portions at the communal feeding trough are gonna be cut, I’ll survive on a smaller daily calorie intake than you.

I’m here because I am lucky, no doubt about it, I’m also here because I know when to be cautious, no doubt about it, I am also here because I have no problem stacking the deck in my favour without stabbing you in the back, no doubt about it.

If you need a hundred quid a week more than me to live because you have a wife and kid, that right there is a survival advantage to me… if the rope bridge is the only way out but there is no real pressing need to take it cos you can survive this side of the gorge, the fat cunt can go first and test it, if staying this side is dying then me, the skinny cunt, will go first, thangyewverrymuch, nice knowing ya.

If you’re going to listen to a survivor, don’t listen to one that spouts totally worthless bullshit that will get you killed FAR more often than not, like I always knew I would survive.

There is a similarish meme going round ZH at the moment, so, where is this any fucking day now crash we have been expecting since 2007?

Just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t, just because those asking that question have survived THUS FAR, doesn’t mean there is any expectation that they will continue to do so…

Yes, shit can continue for far longer than any one person would reasonably or rationally credit, but that still has little or no connection to the fact that sooner or later if you keep adding air the balloon is going to burst.

Genuine survivors of shit will tell you, along with everyone else knowing they were gonna survive it too, there were two other things that everyone else knew too.

1/ wow, thank fuck that’s over, well, that should be the worst of it.

2/ I have no fucking idea why I am actually still here.

Boom, it wasn’t over, and Fred is no longer still here.

It is both human and animal nature, if you can see imminent danger and have time to avoid it, you will.

All of the above I always knew I would survive memes are based upon the farcical idea that people faced a choice at such times, and therefore were able, in even the smallest way, to influence their chances of survival.

Bullshit.

What happens is you don’t realise it is imminent danger until it is too late to avoid it, sometimes there isn’t even time to realise, it’s over before it started for you.

You can call it luck or stacking the deck or caution or anything else you like, to survive you have to avoid the scenario where the imminent danger is revealed too late for you to avoid, and you can’t do that by looking for imminent danger, it ain’t there yet, and you can’t do that by looking at the background hum, too much noise drowning the signal, so all that’s left is stacking the deck.

Infantry are trained from boot camp to carry the rifle in their hands in the ready position, ready to return fire within a second. Slinging it and leaving both hands free will cost you an additional 4 to 5 seconds to return fire.. I never saw anyone killed by that *additional* 5 seconds, they already walked into a firezone, and stood there for 5 seconds as an ungainly biped that gave up the use of his 2 most important limbs, just so he could service his rifle. Free both his hands and he will use them, and move different, and use all his other senses different too.

Anathema to the OIC, but you never see a tracker or old asia hand or old africa hand, eg a fucking survivor,  with both fucking hands full.

I’ll tell you what is a true story about me, I have said to assholes to their face, “You are going to kill people.” and I have been 100% right

June 2, 2014

Some life lessons.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 12:00 pm

In no particular order or anything. It talks about business a lot, but 100% of it applies to life, you are yourself an independent business.

Small Business – if you’re starting one, you need to spend AT LEAST 30% of your planning time looking at everything that can go wrong, and what your response is in each situation, lots of allegedly (so far, touch wood) successful small business people will tell you this is bollocks, if you do this you will never actually do anything, I say what they do is not called “business”, it is called “gambling”, and they aren’t stacking the deck, or even folding every bad hand rather than playing…. every single failed small business, without exception, I have ever seen, did not do failure planning.

Borrowing to finance a business – I once vaguely knew a man who started a *major* offshore oil industry logistics business with US$25 of his own money, he already had millions, but his rule was why gamble with your own money if you can gamble with someone else’s, and rule 2 was if nobody else is prepared to gamble on your business with their money, then it just isn’t that good a proposition, get over it.

Projections are not reality – This sounds like it applies to a new small business, the business plan, projected turnover etc, but it applies to everything, even the employee considering a car loan from the bank. So your projection is you are going to earn $5k in August 2014, my projection is you are going to earn $0, my projection is every bit as valid as yours, knowledge will only come in September 2014.

Never ever ever touch money that is not “yours” – seen this so fucking often, guy gets handed a wad of cash, some of it is for parts, some of it consumables and expenses, some of it is labour, guy spends the labour portion + 250 bucks because the van insurance came up due and it needed two new tyres too, guy is now insolvent and cannot buy the parts (which the customer has already paid you in full for) needed to finish the job… it goes lots of ways from here, but it always ends badly and always eventually fucked company dot com.

Define a scope – I used to say to people, I’m a marine engineer mate, not a bank, I can fix all your shit, but I cannot finance ANY of that work….eg stick to what you do, if they want 30 day terms tell them the bank is that way, you work for cash.

You can’t frighten off a good customer – Provided your work is done to the agreed spec by the agreed time to the agreed standard, you can’t “lose a sale”, that “sale” didn’t exist in the first place, the “customer” was not a customer, just a chancer trying to get someone else to make their dreams come true at their expense.

You can’t make a profit from a bad customer – see gambling above, it’s only a question of time, and it doesn’t matter how bad your cash flow or how much you need the money, or “a” sale “of any kind”, bad customers and bad sales and bad deals always cost you dearly, just a matter or time.

Every business is a people business, every deal is a people deal – I don’t care what trade you are in, you make the sale because the customer gave you personally the job, and it is now your personal responsibility, and you and the customer both know that. What the job is is utterly immaterial.

Specify and Quote, never ever work any other way – Fixed and rigid scope of work, schedule of work, cost of work, and schedule of payment, every last fucking thing nailed down. Yes, there is lots of shit where you say you can’t do that, yes you fucking can, if you do not know what is wrong with the engine you do not quote to fix it, you issue a limited and defined quote, to investigate and report ONLY. Once you have that data, go back to the customer and give them a quote to fix it.

Mission creep – never, no matter how small or how trivial. A work specification and quote is like a window pane, you can’t break only part of it, the fucking thing is intact or broken. Never ever ever break it yourself, and if the customer breaks it down tools and invoke the game over, pay me for work to date and storage from this point on clause… you did put that clause in your T&C didn’t you….

Subcontracting – never subcontract to anyone who isn’t as good and as honourable as you, you will eat the cost, and subcontracting covers waaaaay more than you think it does, that courier delivering a widget to site, that is subcontracting, you are stood there with your thumb up your ass and the clock ticking until it arrives.

Customers, suppliers, contractors, bosses – none of these people are your friends, sure, it is best to be on friendly terms with them, but they are not, can not, and must not be friends.

Your business is an incredibly hot total slut with an IQ of 12 and a mental age of 9 – You are the only person on the planet with any motive at all to protect it. It can’t protect itself. Everyone else on the planet will take a freebie when your back is turned.

The sale you did not make is not the same as the sale you lost – If you are a bricks and mortar shop you can track how many people walked into your shop, and how many made a purchase, how many came back 24 hours later demanding a refund etc… the most important thing you could possible know is the one thing you can’t track, how many people did not walk into your fucking shop, and why they didn’t

Is it a business or a hobby – I see this all the fucking time, people buy a pub and treat it like their own front room and alienate everyone they don’t personally like… and wonder why business is bad and takings are down, I can fill a pub and keep all the staff working flat out from opening to closing and fill the till, and I will SECRETLY despise 99.99% of the customers who fill the till, and SECRETLY never want to be seen dead in such a bar, much less drink there, but, if it is a business, filling the till comes 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, you get the idea… “I wanna open a biker / gastro / wine / theme pub” you’re screwed before you start.. see above, the sale you didn’t make…

Opportunities don’t grow on trees – there are not always opportunities, for you as an individual, where you are, forget all the marketing bullshit, the reality for 99% of people for 99% of their adult lives is shit is NOT going to land in their lap… if opportunities come along they will always come with a price, and it is a price that will have to be paid IN FULL, not one fucking cent short and not one fucking second late, ever, now you got a choice, take the opportunity or have a social life, have a v8, have a Harley, have a live in girlfriend, have sex, have Friday nights out with the lads, it’s fucking either or time. Can’t have both, not even a little bit of one, all or nothing.

Everything changes – what was true for your business last week may not be true this week, I cannot even begin to list the things that I have done that made a profit, however small, back when they were done, and for which there is simply no possible way to make a profit doing them today, because stuff changed… If you can’t change or too much of your business relies on stuff not changing much, you’re doomed.

Be a realist – it doesn’t matter how much you want something to be so, most of the time it isn’t, and there is nothing you can do to make it so, you have to be a realist, and that means being callous in the extreme, OK, so you lost one kid down the mine, meh, you have 6 other kids and the wife is still fertile, no big deal.

As far as small business ownership goes, it’s a tough one, it’s probably like being an artist used to be, you ain’t in it for the money, because there ain’t much, you’re in it because you can’t be an employee… and that shit comes true too, prospective employers who know you have run your own business do NOT want to employ you, so you better be able to completely omit that shit from your employment history… oh yeah, I was an employee of the black sea bubble company, here’s my reference, written by you, as you were the only employee and founder, but you don’t mention that shit…

There is NOTHING in that shit above that does not apply to me today, as a single guy, MGTOW, and an employee #1,736 of acme corp

Feel free to add / critique / ridicule etc in the comments.

May 31, 2014

The system, part 2

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:35 am

Because people do not realise just how much how we have evolved to do things in day to day business affects our available options on an ongoing basis, I’m going to take another look at this.

Let’s start with a small example, unix/posix/epoch time, which is counted in seconds, and started 1st January 1970.

There are 31,556,925.9936 seconds in one year, that’s one real year, not a gregorian year, or a julian year, or a standard SI year… you see where this is going already.

If you use gregorian time, and you were born on the 31st May 1984 then today would be your 30th birthday, happy birthday to you… if we used unix time then depending on what time of day you were born, you would have been born about 454,878,843, and as I type this it is 1,401,524,787, and you would not have had any birthdays, because there aren’t any recurring periods like a date every year in an incremental numbering system like unix time.

Back when I was a boy, for money we had pounds, shillings and pence, 12 pennies to the shilling, 20 shillings (240 pence) to the pound, there was also the guinea, which was 21 shillings, expensive stuff like land was usually priced in guineas.

When decimalisation came in, we were told it was because it was easier for the mainframe computers of the day that were starting to be used, and of course I was too young to realise that computers worked in binary, and excel math rounding programming errors aside, it makes no fucking difference whatsoever to a computer what base you count stuff in, base 10 is as alien as the old base12/base20 monetary system.

Of course the real reason was to move the UK from one currency, that just happened to be called Pounds Sterling, a nice Roman currency, to a new currency, that just happened to be called Pounds Sterling, and which, on the face of it, had an approximately similar value on the days during which transition took place, but which behind the scenes allowed all sorts of new shenanigans to go on.

In the shops in the old system, the smallest monetary unit was the farthing, one fourth of a penny, now, you can’t have “rounding errors” in such a system, an apple was either three ha’pence, 1.5 D or old pennies, or three ha’pence and a farthing, 1.75 D

(LSD was libre, solidus and denare, from the old Roman, and a penny was literally a penny weight, and literally worth it’s weight in silver, 240 pennyweights of silver was a pound of silver, hence the pound sterling (silver))

Rounding errors are a function of applying math to numbers that can only be expressed in integers, or in the case of old pennies ha’pennies and farthings, quarter integers, divide 1 by 3 in decimal, you get errors, £1 = 100p /3 = 33.333 recurring pence, so you can take 33p or 33.5p or 34p

In the old money, incidentally, £1 / 3 = 240d / 3 = 80d = 6s 8d, exactly… the old system was a lot more user friendly when it came to what we can call real world maths, 240d is divisible exactly between 2 people, and 3 people, and 4 people, and 5 people, and 6 people, not quite by 7, as each would get 2s 10d and a farthing, with only one farthing, or one 960th of the whole left over, unless you used guineas, 21 s, easily divisible by 7, but back to the basic progression, and by 8 people,  by 9 is like by 7, and by 10, so you see the huge and practical flexibility, this is WHY these numbers and number bases came in to use in the first place, to get back to the point.

When you do math, you get rounding errors…. let’s look at 7.5%, which was the higher rate of VAT (value added tax) back in the day, which, oh, wait, yes, coincidentally came in less than a fucking year after decimalisation had finished… 7.5% of something on sale for 99p is 7.425p

But, when you have a numerical system that incorporates two separate number bases, 12 pence to the shilling, and 20 shillings to the pound, you can do the sums one way, and I can do the sums another way, and both ways are correct, but we get slightly different answers, which is even worse than having things like 7.425p, because you might get 0.495p as a remainder, and I might get 0.505p as a remainder, and so you round down and I round up, and suddenly your calculations on my books and my calculations on my books, come up with different answers…

And there is also the little issue of historical, as in going back a thousand years, associations to being backed by precious metal, in this case silver, literally the penny weight, so it’s not fiat is it.…

But no, the old system has to go because computers only like decimal, and it’s the computer age donchaknow, and besides, everyone else is decimal too innit.

Now we essentially have no non-decimal systems left in the world, the UK was the last to have a non decimal system, and that ended 43 years ago, so unless you are English and 60, you can’t remember working and being paid in Lsd, or over 50ish, you can’t remember using the old money or getting it for pocket money, so you have no practical knowledge of how good it was in many ways.

And so you have no idea how much the world changed for us, hell. even we didn’t fucking know, it took a long time for the system to manifest itself to any degree.. you put ten saints in a room and make it a rule that you cannot say anything less naughty than the least naughty thing any of the other nine have said, come back in three months and they’ll be discussing whether to barbecue or spit roast babies after they have been gang-banged to death.

Go back to unix time, no birthdays, no birthdays = no vote, no draft, no age of consent… it also means no annual taxation, no mortgages.

Much of western civilisation, or what we take for western civilisation, vanishes overnight, but how many of these things are actually necessary for LIFE, or even for TECHNOLOGY and SCIENCE?

Arguably unix time *is* scientific, so it illustrates clearly the differences between time-KEEPING and calendar accounting, after all, public time only came in so workers could keep the bosses happy by getting to work together “on time”, and Greenwich Mean Time only came about because Brunel’s Great Western Railway needed a standardised time-table, not one based on local times, which were different from London times, especially here in the west, by several minutes.

Indeed, unix time is still BEHIND most of our transactions, that are then translated into calendar time, for accounting purposes, classic…

Now, public arguments are being made, not for the first time, but seriously, by those in power, that we should do away with cash altogether, after all, most of us hardly use it for anything any more.

I’m not even saying that this is a BAD thing, but, if experience has taught me anything, it is that this is yet another expansion of the system, and it will have consequences that we cannot predict, some of them good, some of them bad, some of them trivial, some of them profound.

I could, were it legal, set up my own digital currency, in any number based system I liked, I could even make some pretence at backing it with computational cycles, or precious metals, or Btu / kwh, and only acceptance and exchange would differentiate it from other world digital currencies.

Whether it truly becomes a virtual currency is an interesting question, if we all carry electronic wallets that carry our actual digital cash, bonk to pay, then it is as good as cash, as long as your virtual wallet and mine are working, we can exchange monies, but, if we have electronic wallets that are no more than authentication, like todays debit card, then you and I need a middle man, and this is the essential difference that you need to keep you eye on.

You want a real world example? Imagine a world where only car dealers can buy or sell cars, if I want to buy your car, we have to go to a dealer to do the arbitrage…

May 30, 2014

Degrees of freedom.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , — wimminz @ 11:55 am

Look at yourself, pick an aspect of your life, give it a label, then examine it.

Ask two questions.

1/ What degrees of freedom do I actually / practically / realistically have within this label?

2/ What degrees of freedom do others outside this label perceive me as having?

Answer #1 is, 99.99% of the time, a subset of answer #2.

In business terms it is called a scope of works, broadly speaking it says what time I turn up on site, what kit, if any, I turn up with, what tool set I turn up with, who I must report my actions and findings to, what tasks I am supposed to attempt, what I am supposed to do if those attempts fail, and how long I am supposed to remain on site.

If your “problem” is “your internet connection has stopped working” then when you are told an engineer is going to turn up, you would be forgiven for thinking my scope of works is to “get your internet working again”… it is not…

True, sometimes my scope of works will include enough things that it happens to cover the problem, but sometimes it won’t, eg if I discover it is a line fault, in which case my scope of works is to narrow down the diagnosis of the fault and report it back to HQ, who will take steps to get the line itself looked at.. I’m not there to “get your internet working” and so I have not failed in my task when I leave you, and you still have no internet.

You won’t feel the same way, because of the differences in answers to questions 1 and 2 above.

The differences between the answers to questions 1 and 2 are not because we are different people, or because we work for different people, or because of customer and vendor relationships between different people.

The differences between the answers to questions 1 and 2 are 100% down to “how we do things today in the western world”, and by this I mean “standard business practices and procedures and methodologies”

To put it bluntly, every business in the modern western world utilises these methods and practices, in *exactly* the same way that you and I *can* do business if your internal systems use Base8 and mine use Base16, you can sell me a widget part number  3140134 and cost £23 in your Base8 system, which I will record as buying part number CC05C and cost £13 in my Base16 system, but it is easier for both of us to call it part number 835676 and unit cost £19 in good old decimal.

Yes it is a process that started with the standardisation of weights and measures, so it is an old process with vast momentum, and it is an ongoing process, but selling sugar in packets of 1 Kg weight is as arbitrary to the substance itself as it was selling it in packets weighing 2 lb.

It just isn’t *practical* to set up a business in the UK today that buys and sells sugar, and which uses pounds and hundredweights and tons, in shades of the old joke that you can still go down to the builder’s merchants and buy some two by four, and that’ll be a buck twenty a metre… this is business methods and practices at work…. the WAY we do business.

Whether it is a function of education or something else, or lots of something else’s, in much the same way that we will talk about having spoken to Fred or seen the Formula 1, not even mentioning the telephone or television without which we would have done neither, because it has gone so far in this direction that the default meaning of “Did you speak to Fred?” no longer means did you speak to Fred, for that meaning we now have to add a qualifier, “Did you speak to Fred in person?”

In effect, speaking to Fred has also been altered by the methodology and practices extant today…

So when the methodology and practices used become so ubiquitous that they themselves become invisible, then by definition, all the side effects and consequences of using those methodologies and practices also becomes invisible.

This is the way things are, this is the way we do things, this is how things work.

So, getting back to our beginning two questions;

1/ What degrees of freedom do I actually / practically / realistically have within this label?

2/ What degrees of freedom do others outside this label perceive me as having?

…these methodologies and practices are what severely limit the degrees of freedom in question 1, and yet, because these methodologies and practices have essentially become invisible, we cannot see that which is limiting us.

If you can’t see it, it is hard to grasp it’s scale or reach, so  you’ll tend to look through the glass window at the trinket on the other side, and say I want that, which is question 2.

To address this gap between questions 1 and 2, we have brought in a whole load of extra dross, Prince 2, agile practices, seven sigma, and of course none of it helps in any way to close the gap between questions 1 and 2, any more than putting lipstick on a pig.

The system is in fact RIGID, and FIXED, and INFLEXIBLE, a cup of coffee at the Costa machine always costs £1.85, no matter how much or how little I desire one at that particular time.

My desire for, and therefore appreciation of, that cup of coffee, even though being machine made the cup of coffee itself is not variable, is a variable function, first thing in the a.m. I want it a lot more than later in the day, so the buying decision isn’t based on my desire for the product, but rather the variable exchange rate that exists between my desire at that moment in time, and the current cost.

When your internet is working, your desire for it is fairly low, when it stops working, you want it real bad, but it is still just one engineer call out booked at x per hour.

Again, it has been with us so long, it has become invisible.

In the days of barter when I traded my eggs for your bacon, both the bacon and the eggs were continuously variable things.

In the days of gold backed or actual precious metal currencies, both the currency itself and the bacon and eggs you could buy and sell with it, were *all* continuously variable things.

In the days of fiat money, which, like modern business practices and methodologies, in fact, more alike and akin and intertwined than you realise, suddenly one thing is FIXED, RIGID, INFLEXIBLE, and we say that the value or cost of the bacon and eggs is going up or down, in dollars and cents.

Or not, because what it cost the farmers to raise the chickens and pigs is also measured in the same fixed and rigid and inflexible terms, it cost the farmer 20 cents to make an egg, so he isn’t going to sell for less than 25, or he makes a “loss”

The egg itself tastes just as good, has the same calorific and nutritional value, and from the energy or entropy point of view it is still a successful concentration of sunlight and chemical elements, it just ain’t profitable no more, now, raising stocks and bonds and shares in Apple and flipping condos, fuck chickens and pigs.

And once the telephone and television and standard business methodologies and practices become invisible, so does the actual true cost of maintaining and developing and sustaining them.

An hour of a banker or lawyer’s time becomes more “valuable” than an entire weeks worth of time of an engineer or farmer or fisherman.

The current crisis in which we find ourselves, or not, if you prefer the MSM delusions, is in fact one of systemic failure, a RIGID and INFLEXIBLE and FIXED system, in which all the players, even those at the top, actually have far far far fewer degrees of freedom of action, that everyone else perceives that they must have (see Q1 and Q2 again) but in actual fact, it’s the system, and by system I mean the REAL system, not the imagined illuminate bullshit, the REAL system, which is our now invisible and inflexible and rigid standard business methodologies and practices and strategies and approaches, that is in control, not that said control is any kind of conscious or directed act, it is just sheer overwhelming fucking momentum, it is the ultimate juggernaut.

*THIS* is why you should be scared.

There is nobody in control, nobody is going to save us, nobody has a master plan, nobody is at the wheel, nobody has enough degrees of freedom, and the juggernaut has gone well into the red zone in the only thing it knows, which is expand or die, and like the ultimate bursting force in a flywheel, sooner or later it isn’t expand or die, because expansion becomes death.

May 29, 2014

It’s not the drop that kills you…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:19 pm

…it’s the sudden stop at the end…

So, in the interests of science, art and not knowingly talking out of my ass, I have just, slowly, read every single headline on the main welcome page of the Daily Mail website, not because I think it is wonderful or my favourite or anything else, but because it is the self declared #1 most read newspaper website on the planet.

Stories about current goings on and killings and dyings in Ukraine?

Zip, zero, nada, zilch, none, fuck all. NOT ONE SINGLE MENTION.

Everything you read is a lie… even if it is just a lie by deliberate omission and misdirection, here is what you will “know”, here is what you will think about, here is what you will discuss, here is what you will think, here is what you will feel.

Why the fuck do you think the yanks always “accidentally” manage to bomb TV and newspaper stations every time they get involved somewhere.

Sorry, since I started typing, one small story near the bottom about ONE helicopter being shot down… but (find in this page) still not one mention of Putin, Russia, Gazprom, etc.

According to RIA / Latvian radio “According to our information, the Ukrainian army has the following losses and damages: 1,200-1,300 people were killed, eight helicopters, 15 armored transport vehicles, and three [artillery] weapons destroyed. They are suffering huge losses. I’m speaking only about Slaviansk,”

Sure, unconfirmed and all that shit, but they had space for unconfirmed alien sightings in the west midlands, some middle aged skank saw red and white lights in the sky…. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2642749/Mother-filmed-lights-home-says-shes-sure-spotted-UFO.html

Being brutally honest here, this sort of shit makes the North Korean press’s claims that they invented the hamburger seem rather mild and restrained, quite genteel in fact.

Dare I say it, I think there is a distinct probability of my psycho skank ho ex being more honest than the fucking western media, and this is a wimminz of whom I stated publicly, and not at all in jest, “If the bitch tells you the sky is blue, look up and check.”

Of course this shit filters down, the whole dating / fucking / swinging scene is about as buoyant and joyous as pork crackling roast night at Dachau, when things go to shit people generally and wimminz particularly do not get realistic, they double down on the insanity and delusion and get even more abrupt and rude and demanding, and I am seeing it everywhere…. it has even finally come to the fat bitches for whom the swinging scene was a last best hope of desirability, guys will say anything to empty their balls in you… but I’m telling you it’s fucking kristallnacht out there, and if it wasn’t for the fact, more by luck than any judgement I might add, that I tended to do the gradual fade which didn’t make waves when I’d had enough of a particular wimminz, which means they always have a bit of a what if soft spot for you, I wouldn’t be getting any cunt at all…. since I refuse to participate in real life alcohol selling places where wimminz hang out for pickups, too many niggerz, too much cctv, too expensive booze, too rigid drink drive laws…

Without discussing my day job, again, suffice it to say that it isn’t immune from the whole scene where nobody is happy with anything, and it must be admitted, in many cases their dissatisfaction is entirely justified…. things are going to shit all over.

I doubt two days go by now without me coming across some reference somewhere online about yet another couple that have split up, but who still co-habit, because neither of them can afford to move out, and thanks to negative equity, neither of them can afford to see the other one move out either…

On the fucking sites themselves, the once unthinkable is now, well, not exactly commonplace, but sightings are less rare as time passes, the advert from the wimminz who is having “problems” and needs “help” to pay the bills, fix the car, buy new batteries for the rabbit…  as are the posts from those who don’t want to think of themselves as whores, and do not (yet) want to fuck for 5 bucks, so some shit about I got offered 400 notes to do a porno….. yeah bitch, the people actually MAKING porno are paying chicks half your age and one third your weight around 250 for a porno shoot, so the chances of anyone offering you nearly double are pretty fucking slim, to say the least…

In fact, in every single instance that I can think of, every time I have had communication with an individual, it doesn’t matter where in the world that individual was, which being literal for the past six months, means mainly Europe or the cunt-ry formerly known as the united states, that individual has told me the same story, things are fucking crap, and the reality on the ground bears no relationship whatsoever to how it is being reported.

People are, as my old man used to say, sat on the bones of their ass, eg can’t afford a fucking cushion.

One of my more paranoid mates, which does not of course mean that the bastards are not out to get him, is convinced that Tinder, which is after all based in (in, rather than on) Fuckbook profiles is nothing more than a beta test of the next great eugenics experiments, why else would every MSM on the planet have been talking it up so much, thing about this guy is, I can’t quite work out something, some of the shit he talks about is 100% eminently sensible and logical and plausible, and some of it is out there man, and somewhere in between is the tinder eugenics programme, and I can’t quite work out if he is nuts and buys into all that shit, or if most of it is just camouflage for the shit he actually does buy into, protective colouring man, the guy’s a fruit.

It’s all funny until someone loses an aye…

May 28, 2014

Is my ass supposed to hurt this much?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 10:53 pm

No, you’ve just been reamed by something abnormally large…. and so it is with bitter irony that I note that literally right after a post stating that I am talking too much (for the health of my own job) about my day job, here I go, talking about my day job…

One of the scribes in The Register was talking today about how good things are in the present tech bubble, I’m all WTF, but of course it’s like the present housing bubble, if you’re in the city of London, it’s pedal to the metal boom time, eg it’s a geographically small fucking bubble… and if you’re inside it, you can’t see out.

Outside that tech bubble, there isn’t any good stuff going on, it is all what I like to call “churn”, eg company with crap IT systems decides to save money, and moves from ISP 1 to ISP 2, I do the actual moving, and ask myself why the fuck they are doing it, because it isn’t any cheaper or better or anything else, not in reality and at the end of the process, it is all bollocks.

When you are compulsive CYA notes taker, if you stay in the same job long enough you start to see shit, simply because you are in the same place long enough to have a perspective, and your CYA notes give you reference points based in fact…

So you go to a big brand high street restaurant, site is down, site depends on a single mid range router, 400 quid ish new, so you go through your notes because you recognise the place, and lo and behold you did the original install 18 months ago when the place was first shop-fitted out, and what’s this you see on your notes, oh yes, 18 months ago you were fitting the PRIMARY router, you were to come back at some later date and fit the BACKUP, everything else was in place including the dual xDSL lines, on-site networking, cabs, etc.

So in a bid to save a one off 400 quid on a router and 50 a month on activating the second xDSL line, a big name high street restaurant with minimum 200 covers goes hard down all weekend, cash only…  but then in a bid to save other monies they only have one English staff member, the manager/ess, all the other staff are fringe european who of course work longer hours for less money than the locals and all live together in rented accoms, but you sack one of them and the whole crew leaves, again shutting your site…

Of course it took several visits from our engineers to sort the problem, because our engineers fall into two categories, those who are on good money and aren’t actually worth it, and those who are on sweet fuck all, and even if they know it, they don’t give a fuck.

This is compounded by the fact that the engineers at the ISP that we have to liaise with are all Indian, as in not Indian genetically but with british accents and culture, as in Indian Indian, working here on minimum wage, living in shared accoms as a crew, and more interested in following an expert system script than doing anything useful, even if they knew how…

So it is pure luck that I have been to the site before, so, I can like, compare shit… http://winmerge.org/   …and also pure luck that the guy I happen to be speaking to at the ISP is a/ english b/ knows his shit c/ hasn’t yet had his day turned to crap, so he like me has looked at what everyone else involved to date has written down about the job, and note that it doesn’t make logical sense…

For example, lots of cisco routers have two specific LED’s amongst all the others, CD and PPP, carrier detect and point to point protocol.

xDSL is badexampleguy like FM radio, the data is carried on a frequency, or rather a set of them, call it the carrier frequency, so when you can detect the carrier frequency, you have a connection between the modem/router and the local exchange DSLAM… and the CD light comes on solid….

..from there the modem router in your shop talks via the DSLAM to the BRAS/RADIUS server at the ISP, and says hey, I’m Fred and I’m a paid up customer on this number, can I get on to teh intertubez plizz…. and if all that goes well, you get your solid PPP light / lock.

So when the fucking thing is sitting there with CD solid on, and PPP solid off, and previous engineers are blaming the LINE between the site and the exchange…. you know something ain’t logical like… because that line is providing the CD lock connectivity…

… plus the manageress was a nice chick, pleasant and smiley and “can I get you another coffee?” and all that good stuff.. so you’re more inclined than if they are a miserable asshole.

the cisco commands

debug ppp neg
debug ppp neg auth
u all (always u all when done, to stop debugging, or you’ll bog down and crash that shit)

would have told any of the previous engineers on site what was up, but what do I know, I’m not a cisco certified mother-fucker, and these guys were, so they have all forgotten more about IOS than I will ever know, apparently.

So they don’t need to read http://www.cisco.com/c/en/us/support/docs/wan/point-to-point-protocol-ppp/25440-debug-ppp-negotiation.html

So they couldn’t work out that either the CHAP username or password, as supplied by the ISP mind ewe, was wrong, and indeed different to what it was back 18 months ago when I did the original install.. winmerge is *magic* at finding differences in files….

I wish I could tell you that this sort of shit was rare, or typos in IP address ranges, or mistaken selections of xDSL annexe A/M, or conflicts between speeds being set fixed on one box and set on full duplex auto on another…..

Of course it (it being the configuration change that has made the router fail) is always blamed on power outages, the guy who just walked out the door, the phase of the moon, how many minutes elapsed since obama was last on the golf course.

Which is absolutely amazing, because when you actually find the smoking gun, as above in the restaurant, out of the entire ASCII character set that those randy little gremlins could have chosen to fuck with us all with, completely fucking randomly like, it’s always two characters of a password that are transposed, or the casing of the character swapped, or an entire word duplicated perfectly from the previous field / command… fucking amazing…

But, we are assured by the likes of our el Reg scribe, who, due to readership volume and so on and so forth, has a *vastly* greater voice than me, a voice loud enough *other* journos in other fields hear, and quote in their own regurgitated articles, that the tech industry is so BOOM that it is actually a bubble…..

Really? If it is a boom time bubble, and it bursts, what will happen to the likes of our Don Mangari ristorante next time their single internet connection goes down and leaves the site hard down and shut for everything except cash sales, at which you can’t redeem your vouchers or coupons or membership card discounts either bro….  given that this is boom time and they still don’t have a backup installed and it took 4 engineer visits and 3 lost working days to sort, in boom time…lol

May 25, 2014

All you blonde sluts are gonna get it.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 12:30 pm

I dunno, 20, loaded, beemer, fringes of the hollywood elite, and you still can’t get fucking laid??? Yeah, there are problems with wimminz and niggerz and society and blonde sluts, but come on man.

If you want to *not* get laid it is dead easy, don’t socialise, either in real life or virtual, if you don’t go to pubs and clubs in real life, and if you don’t go to dating sites in virtual life, not getting laid is about as difficult as not flying when jumping off a building.

The first para of Elliot Roger’s manifesto ends.

“… all because the females of the species were incapable of seeing the value in me.”

I suspect the ants in the driveway shared the same incapacity, but that didn’t bother young El, because young El didn’t give a fuck what the ants thought.

If your only metric of “X” is what other people think of you and see in you, then whatever “X” is, one thing it is not is any form of inherent internal value.

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So, you’re fuckbuddies with Tom and Dick and Harry, but you want to be my friend?

Bitch, it is not possible to list the multitude or depth of ways in which you are wrong, wrong, wrong…. if you are not draining my balls then I have zero utility for you.

Note also the use of the verb, a DOING word, not a talking about word or a promissory note or some teasing perhaps maybe offer.

I have been talking far too much about my work on here, unhealthy from a professional perspective, but on the other hand it is like going down to the river and actually measuring the water levels every day, it keeps it real.

It doesn’t matter if you are a wimminz or an employer or a private customer or a relative or social acquaintance, it is in my nature to rapidly tire of any shit being passed my way, and it is in my nature to know when the cusp is approaching, and it is in my nature that one day the particular ant farm in question is shut down, eliminated and thrown out.

It is a non-reversible process.

What I am talking about is my brain, the autonomous part not under conscious control, which is only the intellectual surface layer that writes these words, not the layer below that gives rise to the feelings and attitudes that these words are about, I can’t make myself love you, or like you, or have time for you, or want to fuck you…

Those ant farms may not have been there in the first place, but once they are gone, they are gone.

Once you say to me you want to friend-zone me you’re telling me what you think of me, and what you think of me is that no matter what your feelings and wishes on the subject, in practice you have made the decision to cut me off from that which was once available… it’s like a pub that says sure we’d love you to come in and hang out and buy drinks, we just ain’t ever going to sell you alcohol, or tolerate you drinking your own on the premises… you cease to exist on my radar.

Once you as an employer demonstrate that you do not actually value me as an individual employee, but see me in a completely mercenary way, what the flying fuck do you expect other than that I see you in exactly the fucking same mercenary way, you are a utility to me, no more.

You do NOT get to talk to me about my awareness of the company and it’s stated marketing and business goals and achievements, or my goals for personal advancement or achievement, and being strictly candid here buddy, when you start that shit with me now in 2014, I’m sat there thinking what the fuck do you think this is? 1991? Behind the fucking curve dudes.

You do NOT get to talk about it because you ain’t fucking interested in listening when I want to talk about what interests me, professionally speaking, which is take some money from the incompetent fucks in head office that make my job harder and make us all look like assholes to the end user, and give it to me, win-win for everyone.

Bosses telling me about career advancement options just sounds like some skank talking about the future possibility of being granted access to all three of her holes… yeah, maybe I will buy your used car for 100k, at some point in the future, if you’re nice to me in the meantime, and loan it to me, hey, the gas tank is empty, deal with that will ya…

Bosses telling me about other employees who have climbed the fucking ladder is like some skank telling me about other guys who have had or do currently have access to all three holes, I’m not saying I wouldn’t have some of that, but it really ain’t worth what you think it is worth, and it certainly ain’t worth any pay now mebbe get it later layaway shit.

If you want to deal with me, you have to put shit on the table NOW, otherwise we are all blowing smoke up each other’s asses.

I suppose to some I am an old has been over the hill mofo, but I don’t *feel* old, sure, I don’t delude myself that I haven’t changed since my late teens, but the changes aren’t really all that great, it’s all fairly linear so far, the accelerating slide off the precipice of old age hasn’t kicked in yet, but I get sooo easily bored.

If I never have to listen to another niggerz tell me about some other guy who was *intimidated* in a work situation by some other fucker it will be too soon.

inTIMIDated

do I strike you as timid motherfucker?

Just cos I’m some old skinny cunt, you think any cunt anywhere in a western world work situation is going to push me around? Hell, I don’t even have a fucking problem if the Elliots of this world turn up at work and go postal, because these people always shoot certain individuals and not others, FOR A FUCKING REASON, it’s targeted shit.

The Breivik’s of this world, who specifically target random people *purely* because of the impact, are rare, rare, rare, rare motherfuckers, and if I have to declare empathy for the Elliot’s or Breivik’s or the victims of this world, I’m afraid it’s going to have to be Breivik, at least there is evidence of intellect in the planning, if precious little of it in the risk/rewards department.

I don’t pretend to know either what Anders or Elliot had going on in their minds, but I have read both their manifestos, and if I am to judge them by that alone, and surely a self published and authored manifesto is the best metric of all, then both failed miserably at achieving any of the goals set out in their manifestos.

Both of these of course had manifesto’s, as do politicians and companies, and in effect people with fuckbook pages and bucket lists, and if there is any theme running through here it is that those with a manifesto wish to have their actions or themselves perceived in a certain way, and if observation is worth anything, this is a sure sign that they will be rather amateurish and ineffective in what they do.

Contrast them with Dr Shipman, who didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought, who in fact was quite happy for nobody to know anything, while he quietly and efficiently killed at least 150 THAT WE KNOW OF.

Office Space, the film, at least got that right…. Milton fucked the whole company, and sat on the beach drinking cocktails.

May 23, 2014

CO2 lasers

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , — wimminz @ 8:26 pm

That’s one of the things I like this blog, I’ll type something and sit back and think “Now *that* will generate several replies and at least 30 pm’s” and it gets sweet fuck all, and then I’ll make an aside or a throw away comment, and get inundated.

So.. I am not an expert….

CO2 lasers are invisible to the human eye, but, while air is transparent to the CO2 laser, almost nothing else that is visually clear to the human eye is… so glass / acrylic / water etc are all opaque to the CO2 laser… as for safety, white a 1 watt red/green/blue laser pointer is more than enough to almost instantly blind you if shone into your eye, as the lens in your eye focuses the beam on the light sensitive cells at the back of your eye that give you sight, take no comfort from the fact that the eyeball and the fluid in it is opaque to the CO2 laser beam, you get just as blind if the front of your eye gets cooked and cut.

This is an UNFOCUSED beam from a 50 watt CO2 laser aimed at bacon, it’s a 10 second clip, 2 seconds in the beam ignites, INSTANTLY generating copious quantities of superheated water vapour, 2 seconds later all the water vapour has been driven out, the meat is being turned to ash / charcoal, 1 second later the target area is glowing at several hundreds of degrees, approaching a thousand degrees C, and then the beam shuts off.

***FUCKING*** painful, even it it just hits your hand, and possibly crippling if there happens to be a nerve under the target area, if it hits your eye…

If your laser is less than 120/150 watts, chances are it is going to be a sealed tube, if you want to know the shelf life of that tube, take the rated operating hours and divide by some number between 1,000 and 2,000… yes, that’s right, a *top* of the range tube with 10,000 operating hours will have a shelf life of 5 years, bit like car warranties expressed as mileage and or age, doesn’t matter which comes up first, so even brand new unused old stock turns to crap same way as a cream cake goes off, and then it needs re-gassing, which in practice often means a service exchange tube.

Watts aren’t linear, if 50 watts can cut X mm thickness of a given material, 100 watts won’t cut 2X mm, in reality it will be about 75% of 2x at a reasonable speed and with a reasonable quality cut.

Watts aren’t equal either, watts consumed and generated by the tube itself, even if you actually believe that a cheap Chinese 40w job will generate the same overall beam POWER as say a German made 40w tube, not a bet I would care to make, as beam power is incredibly closely related to the quality and accuracy of the mirrors inside the tube, and the gas mixture inside the tube, and quality costs money, beam *power* and beam *quality* are two different things, if you can focus a high quality beam to an area half as wide and long, or a quarter of the area, as a low quality beam, then at 25% power the high quality tube is putting in as much energy per square mm of target per second as the low quality tube at 100% power.

There is a technical term the laser guys use for this, but basically unless you can get heat into something faster than that heat can escape via conduction/convection/radiation, the temperature will rise, get it to melting point or ignition point and the stuff will melt or ignite.

If you want to CUT, you need a gas assist, just like the oxy-acetylene torch, in that cases uses oxygen to CUT once the main flame has HEATED the metal to low white hot, no gas assist, no cut, just melt…. a magnifying glass on a hot summer day vs polysterene is the same deal, it will melt, but not cut.

Your CO2 laser will be powered by high voltage high frequency electricity, in FATAL quantities, running in the same fucking tube and millimetres away from WATER used to cool the tube, again, cheap Chinese glassware, hoses and clamps, vs higher quality German or other, and then there is the whole question of earthing the box and electronics… the laser beam will burn or blind you, the drive electronics will kill you, it happens, with regularity…. it’s not the kind of electrical shock that *might* kill you, or *could* kill you, it is the kind that will *probably* kill you or *almost certainly* kill you.

Maintenance is easy and cheap, make sure the tube is always drained if the ambient temps get near freezing, make sure everything is lubed and free from insects and dirt and contamination, clean the mirrors as often as required, eg every 1 to 4 weeks, that’s about it.

Running the laser is like running a printer or plotter, it’s the least of your fucking problems.

A 40 watt Epilog will vastly outperform a 100 watt chinese ebay special, not just in speed or accuracy, but in longevity and material maximum cut thicknesses… of course it is also vastly more expensive…. these are both extremes of the scale, avoid both and go for some middle ground.

In closing, in metal machining, you use feeds and speeds, and you can buy books of ready reckoner tables for these, if you are running a 4 flute 6mm diameter endmill at 2,000 RPM into aluminium the optimal chip load per tooth will give you your feeds and speeds, so for example if each flute could cut 0.05 mm of material off the work, 4 flutes x RPM gives you 0.05 x 4 x 2000 = 400 mm/min

Lasers work on power, usually as a percentage or total output, and speed, mm/min, but nobody will sell you tables of the ideal speed to cut 3mm acrylic on your laser, trial and error is your *only* option, and then note it down, irrespective of the claimed total tube power or claimed maximum speed, this will determine actual time for each job…. 10% power @ 100 mm/min is very very similar to 20% power @ 200 mm/min, and try and avoid more than 80% power for extended periods… so if it takes 75% power to cut at speed X, that’s your practical limit.

Before I forget, repeatable accuracy is another bitch, the laser head should be able to go all around the table and get back to a precise point with reasonable repeatable accuracy, this is probably of the order of 25% of the minimum size object that can be cut, so 0.25 mm repeatable accuracy will probably give you a 1.0 mm minimum circle / hole that can be cut…. and it won’t be a perfect circle.

You won’t get fantastic repeatable accuracy on a big machine, unless you blow big numbers with 5 or 6 zeroes behind at it.

That, I think, is about it.

 

Corporate bollocks

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:54 am

It’s a thing far too many employees do not get, no matter how friendly your line manager may be, or appear to be, or tries to appear to be, he is not your friend, he is your boss.

If he is a good boss he will value your service and contribution to the company, if he is a bad boss he will value his own position in the company.

So we’re going through that shit where you give a score to various things you have done at work recently, and then he gives a score, so I’m giving myself 100% for being “navy time is always ten minutes before time” (plus I am waaaay too smart to play that game where I give myself a score of 75% and invite criticism for why I am not pulling my weight… bitchez.. I ain’t yours) always prompt and on time for everything for my time management, and he is giving me 50% for not being a good little drone and using my free working time to bone up on the company and being a better little worker drone for the companee…

… and I’m thinking “I can read you like a book mate, and it is a short, not very well written book at that” and he, well, he just doesn’t get me at all, but he thinks he does.12045260229287727108

I wear a shirt and tie every day for work, for example, he thinks it is because I care about my appearance and how I represent the company, because it isn’t mandatory, open necked work shirts are quite acceptable, and he secretly thinks I only really wear a shirt and tie when someone is watching, but I do in fact wear one every minute I am on the clock.

I don’t do it for any reason other than my own benefit, particularly in this day and age where everything is casual, a man wearing a shirt and tie walking into your office or workplace does not get treated like just another worker drone, I park closer to the entrance and nobody says shit, I wander around at will, the chicks ask me if I’d like a coffee, and nobody knows exactly who or what I am, so they err on the side of caution, and treat me with respect, I get please and thank you and would you mind and could you, not you’ll have to do this and you can’t do that and I am very busy what do you want now?

I dunno if you have ever had cause to work in a place where you are an outsider, say a faith school or a law enforcement office or a military base, as a civvy contractor for a day or two.

If you have, you will know what I mean when I say that however polite they are to you, there is no mistaking the fact that you are not one of them, this is particularly the case is faith based places, because that is all about belief and mindset and attitude, rather than what you do.

This is exactly how bad management behaves.

It is important to spot bad management early, and give them EXACTLY what they want, which is basically a pretty sound and reliable employee, but one with flaws, not big flaws, but the sort the manager can look at and sigh, and feel superior.

So my manager tells HQ that I am just a grumpy sod, because all the fucking wimminz in the office are too stupid and too preoccupied with office politics to pay heed to the emails I send, explaining why job X that was a fuck-up is going to be an ever greater fuckup, because instead of passing on relevant information to those who need it they too are sighing at the lack of smiley faces and happy talk and personal greetings in my emails, and as for the content, well, that gets edited out in a series of chinese whispers, so when it eventually lands on the desk of those who need it, it is devoid of all relevant or useful data.

Eventually my manager says it is a good idea to cover my ass, I just look at him, and say for me, there was no other purpose in sending those emails.

I leave unsaid, but obvious to anyone with a brain, which excludes management, that I never for one instant hoped or believed that the totally avoidable and predictable fuckup was going to be in *any* way avoided or minimised or mitigated, the *sole* purpose of the emails was a written cover my ass get out of jail free card, because it was one of those jobs that could have gone very wrong, as opposed to just being a fuck up, and at that point, I would cease to be the only person in the entire company who was aware of the fact that site X is actually a several hundred years old and still going strong, you are either one of us or you are not, rather affluent and rather well connected institution, think masons, or scientologists, or stuff along those lines, people not afraid of siccing lawyers, high paid lawyers, on to you for breach of contract, as well as making phone calls to people who just happen to be members of the board of the same yacht club as the chairman of the bank that the company banks with.

Language, the corporate bollocks that sees time management translated from always being on time for every job and task, to some corporate bollocks speak about stuff that ain’t actually in my contract of employment motherfucker, says fuck all there about me improving my asset value to the company, not that the cunts will repay me with an adequate wage.

You know, my reports and emails in these circumstances are brief and succinct and to the point, a bullet point list that makes instant sense to anyone technically competent, but somehow offends all the wimminz in the office, maybe because, being so brief and to the point, and, dare I use the word, “businesslike”, there isn’t much meat on them bones for da wimminz to chew on and say it was all misogynistic and rapey, you know worrimean, so they just make a generalised and unspecified complaint about the way I write my emails… unspecified because you can’t actually find a fault, and when I open the email and show it to my manager and make him read it, because I forgot more about managing and manipulating people than he will ever know, and he reads through it, and I tell him I *want* him to tell me precisely what fault he can find with that email, or the wording thereof, and all he can do is make non-commital sounds, because he knows he can’t find a single fault, but neither can he be honest and say look mate, the wimminz in the office are fucking useless, so he tries to offend neither.

I however, picture every single email or corporate word that I write, being taken alone and entirely out of context, and being read out aloud, in scathing tones that bear no relation whatsoever to the way I was actually feeling or the sentiment if any I was trying to address, by a high priced lawyer in front on a court.

I am light years ahead of my own manager in this.

Shades of GM email policy, you can’t say jobs were a nightmare, or customers were challenging to deal with, because you see, once you have thusly advised your corporate managers of the actual situation, they can no longer pin the blame squarely on their fucking minions.

Indeed the complaint arose from one of the office wimminz who has absorbed all this corporate management speak and liability avoidance bullshit at college, and while she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, only having had college learning, never having actually seen it in blood, she was nonetheless clearly left with the impression that something was amiss.

What was amiss was that, while briefly and succinctly detailing the issues, and while studiously avoiding pointing any fingers or apportioning any blame, such technically written documents do not merely ***UTTERLY*** exonerate the writer, they also ***COMPLETELY*** destroy any possibility that the company was in ignorance of any of the salient facts.

When people who are senior to you, regularly and completely miss this, and other related things, all of which should positively scream to anyone with a brain, that whatever else we know about the writer, we know he has been swimming in these waters for a long time and has clearly learned a lot of lessons, this is an old hand at work here, of sure, he may not be mustard and chain lightning and the new best thing, but he is very clearly an old hand.

And nobody knows how to spot an old hand, whoooosh….

You know, I was talking to a guy a few months back while we were waiting onsite, actually there were several guys there, but this one set himself apart by laughing, he got the joke, he may not be an old hand but he can spot one when introduced, we’d all got talking and I had said I liked IBM, which I do, I have worked for them before and been quite happy to take their money,  they got the best corporate lawyers in the world, and anyone who does a deal with IBM and shakes hands you better count your fucking fingers right after, because you just got shafted.

The more convinced you are you just got a good deal, the harder you got shafted.

 

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