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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.

 

May 18, 2014

The man with the 80lb brain and an IQ of 75

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:18 pm

Picture him, if you will, some grotesque creature from a Star Wars spaceport saloon, all head with a tiny withered body, barely able to process enough food to support the brain, with nothing left over for locomotion and action.

Even if his IQ was 750, he has no locomotion, and withered limbs, he cannot build his own shelter, fix an engine, or climb.

He would be dependent entirely on an army of minions to turn his thoughts into acts, and feed him, carry away his wastes, move him from place to place.

The only time this ever worked in nature was not when intellect was invoked, but the exact opposite, breeding, the queen ant / bee / etc insect colony, and even there, the queen has to first produce her own correctly sexed workers before she can bloat into an eater and breeder.

Even then, for the individual queen concerned, we are talking a dead end street, there is no going back, getting out, starting over, none of that good stuff.

But, in our case, because the brain is so big and complex, it doesn’t actually achieve anything, there are innumerable engineering examples where a brutally simple feedback system (that often apes nature) vastly outperforms any computationally controlled alternative, and does it on almost no power, and with almost no mass, volume, complexity, or anything else… so our vast 80 lb brain spends much of it’s own time and energy just trying to keep itself organised and operational, and indeed communicating with itself across the relatively massive internal distances involved.

Few people today actually realise that the speed of light, or, more accurately the slightly slower speed of electricity in a conductor, is the limiting factor in silicon chips such as the CPU and GPU and RAM in your PC.

The speed is finite, and so the maximum time it takes for a signal to travel from one side of the chip to the other and back again becomes a hard limit for the clock frequency of the device.

A CPU 100,000 miles across would contain an almost unimaginable number of transistors etc, in theory it would be unimaginably powerful, but the laws of physics mean it would not be able to run much above 1 Hz, if it actually made it that high, s0 unless you can re-code a task such as going from off to a working windows desktop in 7 CPU cycles it just got hammered by my socket 2011 i7 CPU running at 3.5 GHz, and the fact is, my socket 2011 i7 PC gets hammered in boot up time by my auto-ranging multimeter, and yes, it is a fair comparison, it is an embedded digital device, just because it performs a different task does not mean the basic principles cannot be compared and contrasted.

A drooling idiot with an IQ of 25 can be quite effective in the physical world, but there is no brain to either direct intelligent action, or to take intelligent instruction.

Deviating slightly for a moment….

In my day job I’m reasonably well known for taking the GI approach to the job, the tools the company issue me are limited and mainly cheap crap, I have *far* better stuff myself at home, but I don’t use any of it for my day job.

Why?

GI. Government Issue. If the company wanted me to have more or better tools, they would have issued them to me, and the problem with taking your own tools is they increase your abilities, and that way lies mission creep, you going into areas that are outside the original scope of the work you have been assigned, and going off the reservation this way is never rewarded in the long run, sooner or later it will *always* bite you in the ass.

So I’m having a conversation last week with a project manager, one of the big ongoing contracts, he is ringing me to see how a particular site went and if I did this and that, it’s not rocket science, but apparently a lot of the guys are still screwing up.

So a comment was made that ll you had to do was use your brain, and I said to him, if the fucking company wanted me to have a brain, they should have issued one, or paid me for the one I have, as it is, I use my brain for CYA mode, and I cover my ass by not making obvious screw-ups, hell, it makes *my* life easier and more peaceful.

I got a nervous laugh from him, Mr corporate project manager didn’t have an answer for that one.

But, and here is the point, and no, I am NOT looking back with rose tinted glasses here, the younger guys working for the company, a *significant* proportion of them are fucking clueless, oh sure, like wimminz, they can complete tasks that allegedly display this thing called intellect or intelligence, they can study and pass tests, all sorts of good shit, but, they also regularly pull WTF stupid shit, and no, it ain’t a thing about age or experience… I can look at them and fucking SEE that they are NOT using their brain, they are instead grasping at straws, looking for a “solution” that apparently fits.

This is what the niggerz last week was doing, the one who was trying to get me to do something that would give him the solution he wanted, even though it would have been the wrong thing to do, quite apart from the fact it would not have rectified the problem that did exist.

See, here *is* a thing that comes with age and experience, and is not just a function of intellect, so pay attention at the back there, you are about to learn something important to your own life from an old(er) cunt who has seen and done it all, in fucking stereo man…

You know those people who can never admit that they are wrong, that they fucked up, and they are the one that caused this problem?  … and no, I don’t just mean wimminz here, this is niggerz too, like the cunt from last week.

Here is the thing, intelligence isn’t *just* about not fucking up, sure, it helps to minimise the frequency and extent, but you will still fuck up now and again, and sure, *here* is where age and experience helps, it minimises this shit, but that’s just a factor, you’ll still fuck up now and again, and intelligence is not just about spotting when you have fucked up PDQ after you have fucked up, and stopping you from digging a deeper hole for yourself, intelligence is really about ANALYSIS, ok, I clearly fucked up here, now, HOW, what did I miss, what did I do wrong, how do I make sure I can stop the problem getting any worse, how do I rectify it, does this require I get someone else in on it and brief them fully… all that good shit.

If you lack that intelligence, ergo, you lack the ability to say “hey, I fucked up, here is where I think I went wrong”… if you cannot compute the processes required to come to the self realisation that you were wrong, you cannot know you were wrong.

That leads to fear and insecurity, because if you cannot know you were wrong, then by simple logical neither can you *know* when you are right, so when something happens, instead of being OK, there is a problem here, but I know it has fuck all to do with me, so let’s have a look and see if we can sort it, your first reaction is OK, there is a problem here, I hope to fuck it wasn’t something I did, I better not do anything to attract any investigation into that, I know, I’ll just blame this other fucker.

So now we are back to the man with the 80lb brain, and yeah, I’m talking analogies and metaphors for modern society, it isn’t just that the brain itself is consuming a disproportionate amount of the body’s resources, and leaving a body too weak to be motive or effect or create or alter, it is that the brain itself is consuming too many of its *own* resources just keeping basic functions going that there is nothing left over for higher functions or intellect.

So when the skanky ho, who thinks she might just have a potential mark in me, sends me a communication, it is self evident that what she chose to say to me is the message she wants me to get (understand well the difference between the message person A wants person B to receive, and reality) is that she is off to secure her inheritance, but, having an INTELLECT, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to fall, and sure enough it does, the lawyer is asking for too much money, well what a motherfucking surprise bitch, so I text back saying that’s too bad, you’ll just have to find another method that you can afford, and….  crickets

So when the other skanky ho, who thinks she might have a potential mark in me, has given me the usual bollocks, and instead of the hoped for response I get back to her with OK babe, that’s all fine and shit, but what are you REALLY after on okcupid… crickets

So when the guy who thinks he has a potential fall guy in me, and instead of the hoped for response to his “I want you to write on the form that this stuff ain’t working” gets a “Not happening, that is NOT what that form is for” and he doubles down…  crickets, from me….  OK, fuck you he thinks, pull that shit out of the rack, if it ain’t installed nobody can find out where the problem is, and if it is my fuckup or not.

So when I bill my company for overtime to write up what happened, what I did etc, and they think I am just pulling a “I dunno what went wrong, but I hope it ain’t me, so I’ll write this shit to cover my ass and deflect any blame” and I get crickets back from them, it’s only cos they don’t realise that corporate email from me to them is my future potential get out of jail free card, and my who is “we” motherfucker, you got a mouse in your pocket? card, and my play with the sharpest knife in the fucking drawer you get cut, card.

But the bottom line here, take it from me, the brain, as in the intellect, is in many ways a muscle like any other, if you don’t exercise it, it atrophies.

It is also important to know the difference between animal cunning and intellect, animal cunning is good enough for 99% of life, but that other 1%, it is no substitute for intellect, and that other 1% comes into everyone’s life.

I can also tell you, for an observed fact, that that particular muscle is getting a *lot* less exercise in the population as a whole than it used to when I was a kid…

OK Cupid is fucking FULL of stupid motherfuckers who think the Earth is bigger than the Sun, a Kilometre is longer than a Mile, STALE is to STEAL as 89475 is to.. is a fucking MATHS question, and the evolution (vs creationism) has no place being taught in schools.

May 17, 2014

New Deal Used Cars

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 2:49 pm

If you haven’t seen it, it was a great 1980 film with Kurt Russell.

So, there is an article over at ZH at the mo about unsold car stocks.

http://www.vincelewis.net/unsoldcars.html is the original website they quote, but for those with their eyes open this is nothing new, sure, there is *more* of it now than there was several years ago, but it ain’t a new phenomenon.

Shades of the unsold cars being scrapped and going in to one end of the factory while new models come out the other end of the factory to take their place on the parking lot… von neumann machines gone mad.

But it isn’t just confined to cars, same shit applies to commercial property, and as ZH and the original website note, nobody is going to sell this shit at 10c on the $, as doing *that* will destroy the prices in the rest of the market.

Same deal going down with houses with underwater mortgages and loans that the banks are *not* foreclosing on.

The same sort of “it makes sense, in a crazy way” insanity is in everything else, razor thin margin and the need to generate sales and revenue *now*, no matter what the cost down the line, we are putting ever more crap and flaky cheap-ass shit in place, instead of half decent stuff that doesn’t require constant attention to keep it going.

The fucking cloud is the same (https://github.com/panicsteve/cloud-to-butt) and I’m not sorry to say fucking virtualisation is the same.

It is, as always, not that these things CANNOT be done properly from a technical point of view, it is that they are always done as cheap ass as possible, completely and utterly ignoring the fundamental principle that EVERYTHING breaks, sooner or later.

The video doing the rounds of the light aircraft in Australia that had an engine failure, and the pilot implemented a standard feature of that particular make of light aircraft, and deployed the fucking parachute, and the video is of it drifting softly and gently towards the ground…. awesome… now there was a product made by someone who knew that everything breaks, and didn’t try to build a plane as cheaply as possible…. I fucking guarantee the pilot in question and his passengers just got lifetime brand loyalty… http://cirrusaircraft.com/caps/

But, meanwhile, back at the ranch, we are still on the one hand nickel and dime-ing everything to death, while on the other hand artificially maintaining production quotas on shit that just isn’t selling, but doing it as quietly as possible, for no other purpose than to maintain the market price for the shit that is selling, so far, it’s not even true Wile E Coyote, because it is done on a budget, instead of going to Acme Corp for everything, the poor bastard has to rummage through the surplus stores and walmart.

Vast evil conspiracy? Not seeing any of that, what I am seeing, *everywhere*, is terminally incompetent motherfuckers scrabbling over a rotting corpse trying to get at the seed corn in it’s pockets so that they can eat it today.

Hunger tomorrow? fuck that shit.

I had a “bad” day at work last week, and for me to have a bad day it has to be bad, because I am a CYA mofo who can do the job stoned and chilled with one hand tied behind my back.

It was a bad day because the worthless cunt on site was a reseller, and his customer was the site itself, and he was doing the my cock is bigger than yours tech stories shit while I am setting up.

Then I set up, and everything *I* just set up works, fuck it, there are few things you can ask a guy like me to do that are simpler than racking a preconfigured Cisco with one “in” port and one “out” port below a 100 Mbit fibre connection and patching it in. Literally 4 fucking rack screws, 2 patch leads, console in, ISP remotes in, all good.

Cept it wasn’t for this worthless cunt, who started claiming the new shit didn’t work, because it didn’t work with his shit, because he couldn’t sort out the rather obvious routing issue, which should have been a piece of piss for someone with all the my huge cock tech stories he has ten fucking minutes ago… cunt.

Sure, there may well have been a rather minor technical issue, one that could have been fairly quickly resolved, that’s what normally happens in my day job, two or more tech guys from two or more companies comparing notes on why box A doesn’t seem to be playing nicely with box B, even though strictly speaking that isn’t in the scope of works, which was just to install box A and make sure it works (you can, for more money, have a separate scope of works, where we make sure boxes A and B play nicely) not because you *have* to, but because it is nice to and it makes everyone happy and you know you can walk off site and the job is done done, not just done.

But not with this cunt, he was only interested in blaming us, and maintaining his own omnipotent image, and so rather minor technical issues that could easily be resolved, turn into quite significant issues that offer no easy solutions, because you just acted like a prima donna and refused all the easy solutions.

More interested in being seen as being in the right, than in fixing the fucking problem, in fact so interested that if the fucking problem just got 50 times harder to fix, that’s fine by him, because he is right, innit.

Cunt acted like a fucking bitch, his only priority is that he himself was seen as being perfect, and powerful, and in control, and these other useless bastards (me/us) can just take that shit right out of the rack again.

Fine, it’s gone buddy. My only regret is I was there not as my own man with my self employed hat on, but as the representative of a very large ISP, so I couldn’t say or do shit, no matter how obvious it was I was pissed off.

That’s why it was a bad day, I had to take shit from a niggerz.

I go off site, sit in the car, got the A/C on and some Free kicking it through the speakers, fuck you buddy, I’ll take two hours to write up what an asshole you were for my line manager, and bill 2 hours overtime to do it, and guarantee that in the process your company gets double billed for the reinstall at a later date, not a freebie for a failed first effort, cos it didn’t fucking fail.

Then a mate calls me and asks me did I know H R Giger had snuffed it, no justice in the world when a guy like Giger dies and a niggerz like Ridley Scott is still alive, my mate gets all upset, the alien films were brilliant, yeah, if by “brilliant” you mean misandrist in almost every fucking way possible, go fuck yourself.

So my mate, who got invalided out of the military himself, is a bit red and blue pill when it comes to wimminz in the military, I’m all for it, you want equality bitch, put em in the fucking front lines and on ordinance disposal and all the other shit details going,  but let me ask you this, I say to him.

Here is another sci-fi / alien scenario, alien grabs 100 military types, 50 are wimminz, 50 are men, alien says there is this sealed compound you are in, and over there on stilts 3 foot off the ground is a box room.

The current capacity of the box room is 50, that will reduce by 1 every 30 seconds until the end scenario is met… which is nobody alive in the compound.

The box room will kill everyone in it, if there is any number of both men and wimminz in it.

This compound will kill everyone in it, except for those who are in the sanctuary of the box room, in 25 minutes.

What will happen, I ask him.

In my old regiment, he asks me?

I say yeh.

He says it depends if we are the first or second regiment to take the test.

I ask him what he means.

He says if we were the first, 20 of the 50 guys would be up for it, but the other 30 would white knight, and he doubted anyone would survive the scenario.

He says if they were the second, and saw the first, 5 minutes in there would be 50 dead wimminz and 15 dead men, and 35 survivors in the box room, smoking and waiting 20 minutes for the scenario to end.

He gets it, but he doesn’t, I guess the car makes and everyone else will have the same argument.

Me? I’ll be the alien with the broadcast rights please Jeremy.

May 15, 2014

Don’t wanna bump no more….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , — wimminz @ 9:23 pm

Some years ago I ran into this guy, he was older and wiser and more mellow, but in his youth he was very active in the whole Spanish civil war / Franco / politics, he did a lot of political writing, and although only the other older guys remembered much of it, back in the day he was a leading light.

I was reminded of him some years later when I first came across the Vonnegut quote (https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2012/09/23/messages-in-messages/) about people projecting their own views onto the canvas, because we had been discussing Marx, and apparently this old guy had first hand knowledge of this, he said what Marx actually wanted to say, and how it came out in his writings, and how those writing were seen by others, were three completely different things..

The old guy explained it to me as though he was trying to write a travel guide to Argentina, and while it didn’t come out as a travel guide to China, because he was a good writer, it did come out as a travel guide to Brazil, and people who read it thought it was a great travel guide to Mexico.

And this is the bit that was triggered when I first saw the Vonnegut quote.

He said, because of this, communication of what you actually MEAN is very very difficult, he said, people don’t actually WANT to communicate or exchange information, what they want is something where they can extract the data that they are looking for.

If you are a “good” writer, you give them this, and as few thorns as possible, to make their extracting of the meme they want from your writing as easy as possible.

If you are a “great” writer, you give this to a very wide audience, all seeing the same words, all pulling what they want out of it.

He was a “great” and influential political writer of the time, and that, he said, is why he quit, he got so frustrated, because the more popular his words were, the further away the meaning taken by the readership was from what he actually wanted to say…

… if he had said, or, as he said, even been clever and experienced enough to be able to, to have said in his words what he actually wanted to say, he would have been an unheard of writer.

He saw huge parallels between Twain and Marx, not because of who they were or what they wrote about, but as characters, they had that cynical WTF is the point any-more attitude later in life, when they became famous for their writings, as though they were also pissed off with the dichotomy between being popular for giving people what they wanted to read, or being unpopular for writing what they considered to be far more intelligent and valuable work.

(Actually if you have never done it, and I never had before this old guy suggested it, it is interesting to compare Twain and Marx)

I’ll leave the final word to Joe Tex…. yes, it is related…lol

 

May 11, 2014

The Cold War II – it’s like fucking an ex…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 1:36 pm

I’m not old enough to remember WWII, though I do remember the bomb damage, as late as the mid 1970’s there was still bombed out ruins in places like Plymouth in Devon, which is as much as testament to just how much bomb damage there was, as well as to how long it takes to rebuild from scratch…

I do remember the so called cold war though, in those days before the rise of the supermarket, even small rural villages had a sub post office, shop, bus stop and phone box, the sub post offices did not just do stamps and pensions and shit, they had a dedicated phone line and speaker box, and a hand cranked siren, and one of the duties of the sub-post-master was to check the speaker box worked every week, and every couple of months give the siren a quick test.

Yes, this was the cold war shit, in times of alert the speaker was to be monitored 24/7, and if the warning was given, go out and crank the fucking siren, there is your 4 minute warning folks… now kiss your ass goodbye.

At that time, it was a free-er world, you had a post office account book that held all your transactions, if your post office book said you had a thousand in the bank, you could draw against it anywhere, and the transaction was recorded in the book… no central computer.

If you’d been a naughty boy on the roads in one police district and had gotten a ban or something, just move 100 miles… no central computer.

There were central computers, the police had a mainframe, and to interrogate it they had to use the vehicle radio, speak to someone, who spoke to some one else, who was sat at a keyboard, tappety tap, and information was relayed, verbally and slow.

The police radios themselves, analogue, AM baby, I can still distinctly remember being at a party, booze and grass and lebanese and speed and acid doing the rounds, and a suspected po-po undercover drug squad type “Err, excuse me, I have reason to believe you can turn me on, errr, man…” and sure enough a raid had been set up, and as the po-po vehicles arrive outside and report this back to base on the AM radios, the signal is picked up by the moving coil in the record stylus pick-up, and amplified over the sound system, quite surreal, dubbed to Child in Time, lol, so a few minutes later po-po come storming in, to be greeted by a crowd of 150 people who are doing nothing illegal and who have nothing illegal in their possession, sure, there are baggies everywhere, down seats, in the chandeliers, out the windows, but nobody is holding… hey, no DNA in those days either, just fingerprints…. good cunster-noon aftables, how may we be of assistance… oh, and take your DS plant with you when you leave, in about 60 seconds.. lol

You know, this was WHY radio silence came in, practically anything could pick up an old AM signal, if it was strong enough, and if you were near the TX station, it was strong enough.

I’m not trying to shit you and say they were good times, the threat was certainly PERCEIVED as being real, lots and lots and lots of people took it quite seriously.

So now it is back, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2625378/MATTHEW-BARZUN-America-NOT-stand-idly-Putin-cronies-destroy-peace-Europe.html) and it is like fucking an ex, one you didn’t really dig at the time, that’s why she is an ex, but now, in the intervening years, the bitch has gotten all Borg-ed up, Google glass surgically implanted, 17,654 page electronic EULA that you consented to by breathing in her presence, 95% of the illegal shit you did back then last time you knew her is still illegal, but now your activity is recorded 24/7 on Oculus rift TV, with DNA samples taken hourly, and anyway, you know, it was only the illegal shit you did together that made it work back in the day when you first started fucking each other.

Plus, there is a raft of whole new shit that never used to be illegal, but it is now.

Not enough to pacify that boner?

Well, there is the never used to be illegal but is now shit that is retroactively illegal, Pull out the old copy of Scorpions / Virgin Killer on vinyl that you USED to fuck to, instant sex offender for life status… god help you if she says “Oh yes daddy/sir/master” while you’re fucking her.

Hell, there is a whole raft of people being convicted of historical rapes and imprisoned right now, Max Clifford is one… now let me tell you, I fucking loathe the guy and everything he stands for, always have, but….

How the fuck can you convict on an alleged historical rape or 100, that allegedly happened 10/20/30/40 fucking years ago…. I mean, how, within the context of a legal system that is SUPPOSED to be innocent until proven guilty, then it got changed from proven guilty to found guilty, preponderance of evidence got changed to preponderance of “belief”, said “belief” being based on the shenanigans of the legal teams…. I dunno, you prefer Game of Thrones or Walking Dead, cos that’s all it is now, you are selecting which performance you prefer, and on the basis of this, a man is sentenced to imprisonment.

Like I said, I loathe Max Clifford, and I’m still not happy about his trial or conviction, it tells me that the system of justice has been abandoned completely, it is now no more than a circus, in the original meaning of that word, and we aren’t talking barnum and bailey here….. hey, I knew this anyway, been through the secret family courts, remember… but this says that even in a high profile under the spotlight public and criminal case, it has been abandoned completely, the gloves are off, the pretence is gone, and making it a hanging offence to point out that the emperor is naked employs a lot more drones than dressing the emperor up.

The information and propaganda and dogma wars that we are now fighting frankly make any traditional schisms such as sunni/shia protestant/catholic black/white pale in comparison.

We are destroying the meaning of language and the value of information, you’ll live in a chaotic soup, the meaning and value of everything is both mutable and unknowable, hell, we’ll just follow the Dow Jones and the rest of the herd.

it’s a digital / data tower of babel baby

A time for dying, statistically speaking.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:12 am

“Nah mate, there is not one in a thousand chances of this going wrong” said Guillermo.

10 seconds later he was coming to terms with the transition from a theoretical 1 in 1,000 odds to a practical it done happened to you bud.. he died before the look of puzzlement left his face.

1 in 1,000 people dying from avian flu is good odds if you are a company that employs 1,000 people.

if you are a single individual, well, when shit happens to you that’s all there is, odds don’t matter, theory don’t matter, yesterday when all of this shit was impossible / improbable don’t matter.

I’ve said before, back in the day as an ex pat you always had a hidden real passport, and the one you used was your second passport, applied for when you “lost” your original one.

Thing is, the very first motherfucking sign, that was when you used it, an hour after that sign you were in the airport waiting for the next plane out, to anywhere.

You did it while you could, while you had the freedom to act, because ten seconds later after no longer being free to act, it was too fucking late.

Yes, you can bug out “too early”, but, you can’t bug out at all if it’s too late.

You can ALWAYS bug out too, look at this fucker…http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2621425/French-coast-guard-rescue-Afghan-trying-sail-Channel-raft-six-planks-wood-bedsheet.html

You CHOOSE not to, a choice I have made too, oh yeah, the old excuses, got no money, po-po has all my shit, got kids here, got old folks here… some times it’s the right call, I got lucky.

I wasn’t Guillermo that day.

What I’m trying to say here, statistics and odds and probabilities, they do not mean shit as an individual, it’s all fucking binary to an individual, you either do dodge the bullet, or you do not.

Better than dodging the bullet is not being there when the other fucker gets loaded.

There is no such thing as “friendly” fire.

Every bullet from every gun that is not in your hands, and maybe some of them too, are all enemy fire…. if it can hit you, it is enemy fire.

Yeah, if you emigrate to Manila and come 2025 and the big one in Yellowstone still hasn’t let go, you’ll look like a stupid fucker, but, you can only look like a stupid fucker if you are alive.

If you’re dead, you’re a really stupid fucker, like Guillermo.

If you want to be a free man (sic) first, you gotta stay free, and that, like everything else in an individual life, is a binary situation…0 you are free, 1 you are not, don’t play probabilities, 0.1 isn’t close to 0, 0.49 is way too late to start worrying or planning.

Rust never sleeps, nor do your enemies, see definition above of enemy.

GTFO

Hell, people take the shapes of clouds as signs from God to them personally, whaddaya want, a written invitation to el supremo where he tells you this territory ain’t big enough for the both of you, so you got 24 hours to hike or he’ll be gunning for you?

 

May 10, 2014

Quiet innit…. helloooooo…. is anybudee thereee….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 1:03 pm

lol..

I first asked this question in public on the 30th March 2014 here…
http://men-going-their-own-way.net/4ums/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=185

I can’t say much, or anything really, but that thread is an example of people having an intuitive feeling and ignoring it… and there are comments made here, and far more private messages, that are examples of people having an intuitive feeling and doing something that doesn’t actually make any difference.

I know it’s zer0 consolation when it’s *your* door the po-po come banging on at 5 am with a warrant for your arrest, it does you no good to have not used the internet for *anything* for 12 months and having sent *all* your computing devices to landfill on the same day.

In fact it does you harm, it *looks* suspicious, if you have done nothing wrong, why are you trying to hide shit? Is the thinking.

It also cuts *you* off from the only asset you have, a forensic record that when taken as a whole shows you as no more than an average Joe in the street who is worried about how the world is going.

I found this in my FRA, because the po-po had all my computers, and because my backup solution never envisaged *that* scenario, the one thing I was cut off from was all my data, which went a *long* way to establishing a pattern of routine behaviour that was *totally* at odds with everything being alleged about me.

Plus, take it from someone who knows, there *are* black boxes in the backbone hubs, they *are* there for the sole purpose of capturing all network traffic and archiving meta-data from it, eg URL requests and email content and browser POST content.

If I stopped using the internet and sent all my shit to landfill on the 10th May 2013, one year ago today, they would still *have* everything I had done up to that date.

In fact, *lacking* my own shit, *they* could claim anything they liked about my activities, “do you still beat your wife” and I would have *nothing* to counter it with.

So, as I said, scant comfort to those who do get the 5am hammering on the door from the po-po, but scant comfort and reality is better than the illusion of safety.

Nevertheless, it has gotten real quiet lately, all over, and I mean *all* over, not just blogs and forums, but the whole “social media” scene including dating and swinging and fucking sites, even perfectly fucking ordinary niche areas like websites and forums dedicated to a specific model of vehicle, or a specific hobby, or a specific interest, they are all strangely quiet lately.

But, it doesn’t end there.

In my day job, I connect businesses to teh intertubez, everything from the high street through the industrial estates to the clerical….

show controllers utilisation on cisco shows traffic loading, and there are certain CYA cisco commands that IMHO you should run, just so you can prove at a later date via putty log exactly how things were at a given time, so for example if port 0/2 is showing 8% receive traffic and 10% transmit utilisation you have definitive proof not only that 0/2 is up (sh ip int br will do that) but also that it is fucking active and talking to whatever is at the other end of the CAT5.

Because I keep records, it is often possible to compare site X today with the last time I visited 3 months ago, or with site Y, which is identical, which I visited last week.

Traffic is down dudes.

This is unthinkable, traffic *always* escalates over time, if for no reason other than bloatware (HTML email v plain text, 8 megapixel cameras as opposed to 4, etc etc)

Traffic is down because these sites are simply doing less work, if your number of sales and stock requests and loyalty vouchers and purchase orders drops 10% then your network traffic drops 10%.

5 miles away from me is one of the largest new and used car sales regions for a good 100 miles, and it is fucking *dead*, there isn’t shit happening, in fact two of them have recently had fires each of which destroyed a bunch of stock, da po-po are investigating arson, yeah, I see a fire in a quiet or under-capitalised business and I smell insurance job.

Other sites I go to, you overhear shit, and they are all juggling rotas, part time staff taking sickies and so on, so staffing levels are an ongoing crisis…. revised on a daily basis.

And NO FUCKER is talking about the Crimea, or QE, or the Housing Bubble, or Manufacturing, or Agriculture.

No, instead the papers are full of affairs and scandals, historical rape allegations, stalkers, robbers, muggers, celebutard affairs and divorces, Nazi washing powder (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2624936/Aryan-automatic-Detergent-giant-caught-Nazi-row-Ariel-boxes-feature-secret-far-right-code-Germany.html … hey, you wanted your whites WHITE, right… lol) and other mindless pap.

 

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