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With Twitter in bits, how on earth are people keeping their loathesome opinions to themselves? Right now there must be mobs of MRAs roaming the streets, howling in the faces of terrified strangers.
Your bi-annual current affairs post
Jan. 20th, 2012 08:18 pmI haven't looked too hard at the online meejah hoopla over the Megaupload business, but my instant reaction was 'Oh fuck it's Kimble again' followed by 'They really were taking the piss, weren't they?'
It would have been a simple narrative if they'd been a plucky band of ideologically-sound scruffy hacker types running Linux boxes rescued from the skips behind merchant banks in some bender-housed eco-co-lo powered by vegetarian wind and the tears of orphaned seal pups. Well, simple narrative and tedious sentence construction. Then the various b0ings and Orlowski-antagonist fellow travellers would have been moderately justified in their 'sticking it to the man' handle-cranking.
I could kinda-sorta see scope for a future in a Howard Marks -style touring of the stations of the middle-class - Hay on Wye, Edinburgh and Cheltenham festivals - talking up a book for an audience who've no clue about the mechanics of the job, but who have their own oddly romantic ideas about it. However, it's Kimble, and I think he's too much of a bell-end to get away with something like that.
A technical audience would just want to hand out a shoeing. Partly because there ought to be some sanction for being an arrogant dickhead, partly for working out how to monetise a free FTP server. I mean, it's something everyone who's run servers for a while knows: people will deliver pr0n and war3z to your door if you give them even half a chance. It's like some batshit cargo-cult method of propitiating the spirits of the Internet.
I guess that's the question I have, though - what on earth did they do in order to end up with Pablo Escobar levels of cash lying about the place? I mean, was it some demented ball-pit of $100 bills or did they have a complicated machine to glue the things together so they were big enough for arse-wiping duty?
The other thing in my head is a half-formed ramble about Big Content buying their DVDs from the same shop that the polis get their drugs. You'll note that the news reports generally contain information that 'yea-many pills have been seized with a street value of dear-lord-how-much', which always used to make a chap shake his head in wonder when he did the maths.
It will also be interesting to see if the tiresome buggers report a similar rise in revenue in yea-many quarters time. I'll not be holding my breath though.
It would have been a simple narrative if they'd been a plucky band of ideologically-sound scruffy hacker types running Linux boxes rescued from the skips behind merchant banks in some bender-housed eco-co-lo powered by vegetarian wind and the tears of orphaned seal pups. Well, simple narrative and tedious sentence construction. Then the various b0ings and Orlowski-antagonist fellow travellers would have been moderately justified in their 'sticking it to the man' handle-cranking.
I could kinda-sorta see scope for a future in a Howard Marks -style touring of the stations of the middle-class - Hay on Wye, Edinburgh and Cheltenham festivals - talking up a book for an audience who've no clue about the mechanics of the job, but who have their own oddly romantic ideas about it. However, it's Kimble, and I think he's too much of a bell-end to get away with something like that.
A technical audience would just want to hand out a shoeing. Partly because there ought to be some sanction for being an arrogant dickhead, partly for working out how to monetise a free FTP server. I mean, it's something everyone who's run servers for a while knows: people will deliver pr0n and war3z to your door if you give them even half a chance. It's like some batshit cargo-cult method of propitiating the spirits of the Internet.
I guess that's the question I have, though - what on earth did they do in order to end up with Pablo Escobar levels of cash lying about the place? I mean, was it some demented ball-pit of $100 bills or did they have a complicated machine to glue the things together so they were big enough for arse-wiping duty?
The other thing in my head is a half-formed ramble about Big Content buying their DVDs from the same shop that the polis get their drugs. You'll note that the news reports generally contain information that 'yea-many pills have been seized with a street value of dear-lord-how-much', which always used to make a chap shake his head in wonder when he did the maths.
It will also be interesting to see if the tiresome buggers report a similar rise in revenue in yea-many quarters time. I'll not be holding my breath though.
A life defined by ironic t-shirt slogans
Dec. 4th, 2011 04:31 pm... And that, I think, is an illustration to myself exactly how easy it is to get out of the swing of writing stuff down. Well, in weblog/LJ format, anyway. Writing stuff down longhand about things I made up on the spot has become much less unproductive.
I would also like the shiny new ideas to queue up like sensible children, rather than bouncing up and down like sugared-up tweens going 'Me! Me! Write me now!'
(If anyone would like to help me staple my hand to my forehead, write Usenet Central Control, 1060 W. Addison, Chicago, IL 60614.)
Anyway.
Ma has a set of CDs which contain the sound of Laurie Lee reading 'Cider with Rosie' in 1959. The CDs themselves are from 1988 and have started to rot properly. EAC won't touch the first disc and the internets are unable to supply a replacement. What other disc recovery techniques might a chap try? (Including 'Here's a .torrent, fill yer boots')
I would also like the shiny new ideas to queue up like sensible children, rather than bouncing up and down like sugared-up tweens going 'Me! Me! Write me now!'
(If anyone would like to help me staple my hand to my forehead, write Usenet Central Control, 1060 W. Addison, Chicago, IL 60614.)
Anyway.
Ma has a set of CDs which contain the sound of Laurie Lee reading 'Cider with Rosie' in 1959. The CDs themselves are from 1988 and have started to rot properly. EAC won't touch the first disc and the internets are unable to supply a replacement. What other disc recovery techniques might a chap try? (Including 'Here's a .torrent, fill yer boots')
Things not to do at work
Aug. 6th, 2008 03:08 pmNo. 25: Do not look at pr0n when the window behind you is overlooked by another office.
(Poor quality smut, too.)
(Poor quality smut, too.)
