Showing posts with label diet coke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diet coke. Show all posts

Monday, July 30, 2018

Snakes Damn Near On A Plane

Lest you think I have only doubts about the TSA's ability to find its hand in front of its face... a woman traveling from Miami to Barbados was stopped because of 'biomass' inside an electronic device. Investigating further, the woman had put a ball python inside a hard drive (must've been a really large hard drive). So let me make amends to the TSA: The TSA cannot find its hand in front of its face, but they are perfectly capable of finding a snake in a hard drive. They also nailed my mother with too much water to take on the plane. She could overhydrate.




  • Yeah, we're not all that fond of Google, but occasionally they hit the nail on the head: their phones are updated. They're now working on eliminating junk phone calls, unsolicited or robocalls. Some of the industry solutions not only keep you from being bothered, they actively bother the caller. They keep the phone spammer (human or machine) on the phone so long, it can cut into their profits. This is a uniquely annoying and hilarious bit of revenge.
  • Remember, unless you have a previous business relationship, a company may not call you. Robocalling is illegal. Put yourself on the Do Not Call list.





A hacker from a South American country put some files up for sale on the Dark Web. Investigation was done and the files turned out to be important information on IEDs, a Reaper drone, and an Abrams tank. He couldn't sell anything because he didn't know what he had, where to sell it, and how to price it.

The takeaway here is that if you work on a military base and your computer is hooked to the net, change the default user login/password from ADMIN/PASSWORD to something else. Anything else. You blithering idiot. The captain had just completed a cybersecurity class.

The people at the very top don't. The people in the middle can't, even with classes. The Great Unwashed has no clue whatsoever and just doesn't care. This is why we have a cybersecurity problem. This and really crappy devices from manufacturers that don't care.




  • My sweet elderly neighbor likes to sit in her yard and soak in the atmosphere. One of her talents is the ability to do this while completely ignoring our atmosphere. I can tell when she's out because there's a bright red Hawaiian chair she sits in. Today I noticed she changed the Hawaiian cover to a blue one. This woman changes her outdoor chair cover. I can barely change my clothes.
  • She is the one who fed Marshall all these years. She'd lob hot dogs at him. When he couldn't see her, he'd WOOF and she'd come out. We had to explain to him that it didn't work at 2am.



Marshall's ashes are ready. He'll be coming home soon. 
He will sit in the living room, where he can keep an eye on us.
It still hurts in ways I can't describe





Because I made the mistake of registering for a seminar, I've been receiving no end of spam. Since it's major company spam, I look for the opt-out link, even though I never opted in. Good, I think to myself... the end of these emails. And then they send me an email to confirm I won't get more email.  Is it just me?



  • Another in the increasing spate of unbelievably annoying commercials: "I drink Diet Coke. It's super good."  Super good? Whatever the ad agency was on, please keep it away from the rest of humanity.



Among the many people I don't like is Jeff Goldblum. It was almost instant. Everything worked out really well because he's a movie star, so unless I went to a movie, I was unlikely to be annoyed by him.  In a bid to outwit and frustrate me more, he's doing tv commercials. Some stars do it for the money... not Jeff. No, Jeff's doing it to annoy me. He doesn't need the money. Smug bastard.




  • I'm getting a lot of traffic from Russia. I hope they're not using ThermionicEmissions to influence the next election.
  • Sorry about that.
  • Welcome, people from Russia. You probably got here by mistake.



We're at the 61st anniversary of the crash at Roswell. The city is jammed with celebration and people from out of state. Sadly, it was announced that this is Stanton Friedman's last hurrah; he is retiring. I don't begrudge him retirement... he's been working on the ufo mystery ever since he was young. He's the grandfather of ufo research; a nuclear physicist who applies scientific principles to the study. Stanton has done unbelievable amounts of research on Roswell. Next time someone tells you it was any of the three things the government took turns blaming, remember there are about 400 witnesses and interviews.

Stanton is about 84 and recently had some heart difficulty. He'll remain a very popular figure in the ufo research field. Godspeed, Mr. Friedman.




According to the History Channel, Thanksgiving didn't go entirely as we learned. The Indians were not invited; they showed up in twice the number as the Pilgrims. There was no turkey; the Indians brought a gift of venison. The Pilgrims would have been in church that day.

History, as they say, is written by the victors and can't be trusted. History is also not set by the History Channel. It has nothing to do with aliens, Giorgio.

I can't reveal my sources but this is how it went down: the Pilgrims invited the Indians. The Indians brought cold cuts and beer. It took quite a while to explain the meaning of 'orgy' to the Indians. So they all smoked peace pipe, got down to (everyone else's) business, then feasted on cold cuts and root beer, with enough fermentation to wipe out most of the guests. Then the time of the Great Napping began. This was actually relayed down the years in Indian history. Since the Indians pass down history in song, we had to decode the meaning of this special song: "Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight. Get down tonight."

Another myth dispelled by Indian lore is the story of the YMCA. There was no Indian in the group, and if there were, he was totally straight.


  • I got a text from my cell carrier, saying I was signed up for Program X, and I could go to this url to set my options. It was legit so I went to the site. Some new exciting program that looked a lot like an old boring program was mentioned. It looked halfway ok, then I discovered there was a monthly charge. I was not happy.
  • It took about half an hour to locate a correct service number. When I called, the very polite service person told me that I had opted in. No, Dear, I'm not what you'd call an opter-inner. She told me to check my texts. I humored her and didn't find a text. She claimed she had the text and apologetically offered to cancel everything.
  • So be careful about this. And by all means, go online to your providers page, create or sign into your account, then look for the privacy section. SHUT DOWN all BS about advertising and anything else you don't wish to happen. The carriers assume you opt-in and you have to manually opt out. This happens because they're greedy and have lobbyists with stacks of cash. I was signed up to have my location shared with a third party.


Faceyspaces has been fined $663,000 for failure to protect its users' personal information.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Boy, Zuck is going to feel THAT.

Morally, if not legally, they didn't fail to protect its users' personal information so much as sell it for their own profit.







Friday, May 18, 2018

I Am Satan's Copilot

Why do I go far out of my way and my salary for my dog? Well, he's my dog, isn't he. That aside, he's the only one who pays attention to me when I speak. From the time we got him, in fact. Whenever I say something to him, he stops what he's doing and looks at me. Until I'm done speaking. Married with kids? You know you can't put a price on that.




  • Everybody's meh dining spot, Chili's, has suffered the inevitable Data Breach. There's a bunch of words on the link, which comprise the Official Corporate Excuse. Don't believe anything you read, except for the fact that there was a data breach. They can't exactly tell you where, they can't exactly tell you how (although they have a suspicion), they can't exactly tell you who is affected, and they have the when down to a two month period. Until further notice (from them - I have other things to do), watch your card's statements carefully.
  • Better yet, don't eat there. I've yet to have a positive experience in many years. One word comes to mind: wait. I've waited way too long when I was one of four people in the entire restaurant.
  • This comes on the heels of the Appleby's hack.
  • Use cash. Everywhere.





I have a friend (it's true). I was discussing one of my dinner specialties, Kitchen Sink Burgers, named because I put everything but the kitchen sink into them. They're so tasty, you don't need barbecue sauce or ketchup with them. Friend tells me she doesn't eat much ketchup. What kind of Merkun doesn't eat ketchup on way more things than necessary? Well, it has a lot of sugar in it and I'm limiting the sugar I put in my body. I don't want to get fat.

My friend, you're just over five feet tall, weighing about ninety pounds with soaked winter clothes and a large suitcase of a pocketbook. Is the high fructose corn syrup in a glob of ketchup going to make you blow up like one of the people on My 600lb Life? Where do people come up with ideas?

Of course my friend is a woman... I don't really need to tell you this, because you don't hear this from men....

Hey Jim- how bout a couple hot dogs with chili and extra ketchup and some fries?
Nah [sigh], I can't.
Since when can't you eat a coupla dogs and a 64oz soda?
I'm tryin to cut down.
On WHAT?
Fats.
Fats?
Yeah.
What kinda fat is in hot dogs with chili, extra ketchup, and fries?
All of it.
Dude, you told me you flew through your physical like Harvey Weinstein through a crowd of young starlets.
Yeah, I did, but my body is a temple and I have to watch what I put into it.
Jim, you're starting to frighten me. Is that yogurt in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
Both.
I don't know about you, but I'm getting some doggies, post haste.
Well, I'm cutting down, so only ONE dog (with chili and extra ketchup and fries). Make it a Diet Coke instead. Gotta watch my calories too. My figure is going to hell.






  • Some Google employees have quit the company over its decision to accept a government contract related to military drones. These are some pretty principled ex-employees - they're ridiculously highly paid, with benefits that would make your head spin. Want a massage at work? Free meals? Like riding your skateboard? Very quietly expensing call girls and boys? (I made that up, but....)
  • Google was in the news recently, when it was discovered that they instructed HR explicitly to not hire white males. Yes, libertarians believe private companies should not face government intervention. Google also welcomes input and discussion from employees on corporate decisions (unless you're the guy who complained about the hiring policies and sent copies to the press - then you're fired).
  • So you have an interesting situation when you have a huge workplace full of people who are fine with only hiring minorities (regardless of competence - that was also discovered), who are encouraged to give their input into corporate decisions. It makes for interesting outcomes. It also makes one wonder where the ex-employees expect to work, what kind of salary they expect, and if they'll demand the right to share their feelings about the decisions.






I read an article on the Nest 'Smart Home' thermostat, which left me scratching my left elbow and somewhat bewildered. According to the article, the thermostat notified some users about a data breach involving their credentials. It advised them not to reuse credentials (login, password).

This is excellent advice and couldn't be more correct.
However, and there's always a however, my internal alarm bells started to ramp up in volume.

Your thermostat. Warned you about your credentials possibly being breached. Suggested not reusing credentials.

Granted, the notice came in an email, but....
Nest spotted your password on a list of breached credentials. Because it's been proactive when it somehow steals your password(s).  Do you hear any distant alarm bells?

Faceyspaces goes out and checks to see if your password is on any lists.
To be accurate, it uses a hash of your password and looks for the same hash on public sites. No, this does not mean these automated systems smoke certain substances before going to the Dark Web. Hashing is the process of taking your password and performing Certain Mathematical Operations on it.

Giving Google the benefit of doubt, even if they are using hashes, how do they know your password? Do you seriously want your Internet of Things thermostat to listen and warn you something's up? And now Google has this on record. Someone's going on Double Secret Probation.


Welcome to the future. I have to run: there's important safety news from my light bulb.





  • Guitars have been thought of as phallic objects. My thought for Jackson Guitars: there's a good reason sales aren't what you thought they'd be with the Dinky.



Diet Coke now has Feisty Mango flavor, proving that getting the marketing department drunk is not always a good idea.



  • Hey, got one of those Alexas? Researchers in China and the US have demonstrated the ability to send frequencies containing commands to the device. This can happen with frequencies you can hear and that you can't hear. Yes, this is in the research stage, but don't forget: if it can be done, it will.



 Dogs are being trained to sniff out electronics, specifically USB drives. This came in handy when police used the canine to catch a hacker who was changing grades in school. I think a child who set up an official-looking page to get teachers' logins and used that to get into the system should be encouraged, in a professional sense.

The Electronic Freedom Foundation, a needed resource, assures us that the police can't simply enter your house with a dog: there is a warrant process involved and they have to be very specific. I believe the EFF. But we all know what happened with the alleged warrants the NSA needed to spy on Americans. If it can be done, it will.




  • How about that Faceyspaces MyPersonality app..  all of that data from 3 million users was left practically in the open for four years.
What have we learned?
  • dump Faceyspaces. Now.
  • don't play games or fill out surveys with any personal information at all, online or offline, especially on Faceyspaces. Don't even list your favorite color.
  • dump Faceyspaces. Now.
  • don't agree to share data
  • don't trust Faceyspaces - there will be more of this.



A CNN political analyst deleted his tweet that showed Trump in crosshairs. Chris Calizza said it was unintended and the result of a computer program he and his team used.

Funny - the software had absolutely no glitches while Obama was in office.
Readers, I strongly advise you to check all of your software, lest it post pictures of the president that look vaguely threatening.


  • We all noticed the big news about the new American Embassy in Jerusalem. There is absolutely no excuse for this. The old one wasn't broken. More of our tax dollars squandered. Don't we have enough problems at home?


Hey - guess where the Pentagon's classified data and nuclear secrets are going to be stored... you got it - the CLOUD! Apparently the Unmanned Aerial Vehicle that hit the Pentagon on 9-11 did more damage than we thought.


  • A survey finds that a quarter of Americans spend all day inside, inaugurating the term "indoor generation." As usual, I was ahead of the trend by years and years.



In society and television's Race to the Bottom, there's a new show called Extreme Cheapskates. It profiles someone, usually of means, who is... extremely cheap. They proudly proclaim it, because this is their fifteen minutes. Perhaps they can combine this with Extreme Couponers, who buy multiple carts of things and pay almost nothing. I'm waiting for Extreme Assholes, which is already partially covered in the current dumpster fire of shows. I shouldn't tell you this because of a non-disclosure agreement, but I'm in meetings with the people from Extreme Sarcasm. Like I care. Keep it to yourself, please.




  • During shows, Jimi Hendrix would wreak havoc upon his equipment, especially his Marshall amplifiers, which were as tall as he was. He would approach one and start humping it, then launch himself or a guitar at the speakers. Imagine being the poor S.O.B. who had to stand behind the amplifier and hold it up while Jimi was doing his best to impregnate the other side. What did this person put on his resume? Amp Condom? Humper Stopper? Amp Support Specialist (ASS)?
  • I never saw him but I miss him. He was so far ahead of his time that it boggles the mind to think of what he'd be doing today.




So there's a royal wedding coming up. One of the Royal Bastards is marrying a Merkun.  Apparently this is a Royal No-No and many Brits are not going to bother watching. I can tell you this Merkun will also not be watching. Not out of protest - because I have an appointment to chew razor blades that morning.

Remember a really nice lady called Diana, who was also not of royal blood?







woah - that's a little too far outside for me



Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Torture Will Continue Until Morale Improves

In the last installment of ThermionicEmissions, we learned about one of my Days From Hell, which happened before 10am. An entire week of Serious Agitation, jammed into a few hours. Anyone who has been reading knows this could not go on unappended.

After the bank allowed the mortgage company to take double payments from the  account, the account crashed. I had to get up early on a Saturday, which is somewhat like waking someone at 3am for work, and go there.  Perhaps because of this, one cannot park there. There is a line to turn off the main street, forming a line to park. The parking lot is overflowing, causing people to park on a side street. Even the side street had run out of parking space.  In the lobby, I joined fifteen others in line. I was literally standing by the door, holding it open. In case I got bored, there was a small sitting area where some lady was loudly holding a conversation on her cell phone for all to hear. I swear some of these people were raised by wild animals, although even wild animals don't make this kind of noise in the open.

You have to do some sort of amazing dance of the slips to deposit a check and get money back, so I needed help. While getting help, the cashier noted my account was a mess (really?) and said I wouldn't get much back.

EXCUSE ME?

She was really helpful, though, suggesting I use mobile banking, which would work better in this instance. That was really nice.

Since we were past closing hours, each teller was required to escort the customer out and lock the door, leaving one teller available for customers. I felt bad for the rest of the customers, plus I wouldn't get to hear the Loud Lady finish her conversation. Will he or won't he?

Once home, my beloved started asking me questions faster and faster and more demanding and why didn't I.... Well, if you would've come with me, like I asked, maybe you'd know. But it has to get deposited. Justifiable homicide, of which I did not take advantage.

I went to their website after locating the URL. BE VERY CAREFUL HERE. There are sites set up to spoof or fool the user into giving up their banking information. If the URL to your bank is bobsbank.org, there will probably be a bobsbank.com. Websites are set up by monkeys, who are frequently drunk, leading to sites that vary from Bad to Unusable. This particular site wanted to stress that online sevices would be down from 11pm that night to 6am for maintenance.

The site flatly refused to work on Firefox, so I tried a different browser, which was more cooperative. Nowhere in the menus was Mobile Banking. And why should it be - it's only a service the bank offers. Eventually I found it in the Help section. It took me offsite to Google Play, to get the app. I do not use Google, having removed my account because I don't like their information collection and spying. I gave up. The wife tried. It took her ten minutes to find the app. When two arguably intelligent alleged adults cannot find what they're looking for, there might be a design flaw. Perhaps while drunk, the monkeys dropped their crayons.

Moments later the app was installed. And it flatly refused to work because the network was down for maintenance. Yes, at 11am, the system that was to be going down at 11pm was down. I cannot possibly make this stuff up - it just happens. Wife was most impressed, first by shitty design, second because she had checks coming out.

Do me a favor, please. Leave a comment if you have days like these every few weeks. I truly want to believe this is wrong and does not happen to Normal People like it does to us.

Subsequently the app worked. You put in your name and password, then take a picture of the front and back of the check. The money is then available for use or use at your local bank machine. Note: although you take pictures, they do not go to your picture directory, so if you want proof, take separate pictures or the app will delete them.

This is all extremely handy and I don't trust it. Unfortunately I had no choice in the matter. Interestingly, the stories I read about hacking and theft all occur not at the phone level, but at the bank or business level. Use this info, as well as your own research, to make your decision.




  • When police put handcuffs on someone, they say it's for their protection as well as the person's. As well as the person's? How is the person protected by having handcuffs? What are they being protected from - police shooting people that aren't in handcuffs?



Know what's weird? Aside from me?
For us Americans to see stuff we never see. Ever see a black woman with a Scottish accent? An Asian doctor with an Australian accent? A Philadelphian whose accent doesn't make you want to gouge your own eardrums out?




  • Diet Coke's new ad campaign seems to resolve around making a decision to have a Diet Coke, which will give you the magical power to do anything you want, even as an 80 year old man in a nursing home.
  • Allowing yourself a Diet Coke is not a brave, tasteful decision. It tastes like toilet, with a bad aftertaste. Allowing yourself a real Coke is a better idea. Allowing yourself ice cream or a pound of fudge is a brave, tasteful decision. I don't know an awful lot about advertising, but this doesn't seem like an effective one. Unless people are that stupid, which is a distinct possibility.



With my typing getting worse by the day, I wanted to recommend the Ctrl-Z key combination, which puts things back the way they were before you inadvertently deleted an entire paragraph or inserted four spaces in different spots randomly. This works in most word processors, as well as several other wordy programs.




  • I forget what they're called.. I call them snap off knives. They're segmented boxcutters but when the blade gets dull, you snap it off and there's another sharp one under it. In any case, you better not get caught with one in England because it's lethal and offensive. And you better not have a hammer with it - those are breaking and entering tools. England is a weird place. I guess I shouldn't talk - Americans believe planes were brought down with boxcutters.



Father of the internet, Sir Tim Berners-Lee says regulation of the web might be needed. "Social network have too much power... and their profit motive means they won't act for the good of all."

One certainly can't argue with that. 
Berners-Lee suggests assembling the brightest and best to tackle the web's future.

Talk of regulation makes me bristle. Who creates the rules? Who enforces them? how?



Internet History and Origins

Twenty years ago, F-Secure, the antivirus company, ran a BBS (bulletin board system), which was the easiest way to contact them. This was (hushed silence) before the web. Surprisingly enough, I ran a BBS too.

How did this work? Your computer was equipped with a modem, which used your phone line to make a call to the BBS. The issue here is that, like regular old phone calls, you could incur long distance charges; these were prohibitive if you wanted to call F-Secure, waaaay overseas. People would locate BBSes in their local exchange and have their computer call. They could do file transfer and/or
'talk to' their friends via a text system akin to putting notes on a big board, hence bulletin board system. These ran anywhere from single line to many line systems. Eventually they connected to the 'internet', which at that time was Usenet Newsgroups. There were thousands of special interest groups, from knitting to politics to left-handed guitar players. Due to the initial design of the internet, a good percentage of usenet users were at universities. As we all know, college students know everything, so there was a fair bit of antisocial behavior (lest you think that bad manners were invented recently, on social media). Everything was done in text mode. Yes, text mode. No fancy backgrounds or, heaven help us, emojis.




Since I discovered BBSes, I always managed to have a second phone line so  could I could call out to them, and eventually run one myself. I started with a 286 computer that, through donations, I upgraded to a stunning 1M of RAM. It gets better: I got a special price on a 28.8k modem... I was in the high speed lane! Met a lot of really nice people, including socializing with them. The good old days.




  • The demographics for this blog are such that most readers do not have infants or toddlers. Of course like most of this blog, I'm making it up. I do want to make you aware that there's a SmartDiaper. It will alert you when the child pees. It will also alert Google, or at least the manufacturer.
  • How did our parents ever live without this? Good lord - they had to check manually and be aware of the baby.
  • It's only a matter of time until the robot changes the baby's draper, removing the need for much contact at all with the future ankle biter.




Inclusiveness and the Violence of Being White


A British company is selling gender-neutral Mother's Day cards to make the day more 'transgender inclusive'.

No.

Even if you're not brimming with enthusiasm for the cards, you'll no doubt be thrilled that there are new mannequins with such wonderful real-life features as full-figured (fat), stretch marks, freckles, and vitiligo, which causes patches of skin to lose pigmentation. Planned for 2019: chicken pox, bruises from spousal abuse, and second degree burns from a house fire that's suspected to have been set by the spouse.

Nordstroms has ordered sizes 12+16 and will mix them with the "standard" 2s, 4s, and 8s.  They still refuse to carry size 10, although no one knows why

There is actually a Kim Kardashian mannequin, which was bound to happen, but no one is currently producing a Roseanne. The mannequin companies have been making larger sizes for a while, but the stores are not buying them. With this new inclusion, stores are buying them.

I predict that, as with all the new inclusion, this will fail miserably. There's a reason that the stores didn't order plus size mannequins: no one wanted to look at them. As the husband of a former plus size woman, I couldn't help but notice that just about all of the clothes looked like Bozo the Clown. This was a design error. The plus size clothes on the plus size mannequins looked like something out of a department store nightmare. Pick up an actual paper circular for a store and look for plus size clothes. If you can find any, the sight of them makes you want to back away quickly. My wife agrees 100%. They just don't look right. So don't be surprised when people don't want to see plus size mannequins again.

From inclusion, we go to exclusion: SAARTJ restaurant in Louisiana will charge white people an additional $18 (suggested) per meal to highlight the local pay gap, with the surplus going to black diners (some of whom offered to pay the overage). The only question remaining is whether the white folk will have to use the Cracker Entrance in the back.


The University of Minnesota, Alaska Campus, has invited a professor dedicated to "dismantling whiteness" to speak on how whiteness is an "existential threat" to the US.  She discusses the ubiquity and violence of whiteness in her lecture, which is geared toward administrators, but students are allowed to attend. In other words, she wants to empower colleges to "decenter whiteness".

Don't know about you, but I'm proud to be an existential threat. Unfortunately, no matter how large a threat I am, she will continue to get paid for speaking. Interesting to note that white women are also a threat. We toxic white people should really give the country to non-toxic folks. It's the right thing to do.

Dr. Lisa Anderson-Levy: neither I, nor any of my readers, have to work hard to put forth the case that you are the existential threat to the US, with your race-baiting. We need to come together; you want to keep us separated. Can't we get back to normal college topics, like toxic masculinity?



  • The head of the FBI said, in a ridiculous demonstration of his knowledge of IT, that he doesn't know what a back door is. The FBI does not want back doors, it just wants to be able to access your data, if you're a Bad Guy, and with proper legal authorization.
  • In response, the NSA said, "Yeah, us too!" and laughed hysterically, as they slurped up every bit (and byte) of your data, sans legal paperwork.



A recent study argues that there's no such thing as a "straight" man or woman. It claims we operate on a spectrum.

Errr...this comes as quite a shock to the wife. And to me, for that matter. Even assuming this is true, if I don't find men attractive, wouldn't that qualify me as 100% straight? Does the fact that I take my wife shoe shopping move me further along the spectrum toward kissing someone else with facial hair?

Measurements were taken of pupil dilation, which is a sign of sexual arousal. Or the room getting suddenly dark.  Women's eyes dilated for straight porn, as well as lesbian porn. Men's eyes dilated for straight porn and a guy masturbating. Perhaps dilation also means PLEASE GET THAT AWAY FROM ME. By the way, lubrication, erections, hard nipples, and looking flush are also signs of arousal.

My favorite bit is that the idea of bisexuality as the norm is becoming more accepted when it comes to women, but men are still struggling with it because of, WAIT FOR IT... the Patriarchy!  Stupid patriarchy.




  • CaliBurger recently celebrated its newest employee, Flippy. Flippy, the $60,000 (plus $12,000 maintenance yearly) automated burger flipper would replace those superfluous people who always screw up your order. Unfortunately Flippy didn't last one day. It seems the superfluous humans did it again: Flippy was so efficient that the they couldn't keep up with it. The people were necessary to add toppings and run the registers.
  • The only sensible route here is to pay for Flippy's cousins, Toppy and Cashy.




Within months, Amazon and others will start using drones for delivery.  Amazon has stated that it will not deliver to certain areas, like southern states, to avoid having their drones shot down by overly protective neighbors. Detroit is also off the list, because Amazon wants their drones to return. San Francisco has already lodged a protest because it's worried about emissions from the all-electric vehicles. There is no word from New Jersey, which is either not answering its phones or forgot to pay its phone bill.

Much more interesting, as well as much easier to pass muster, would be to use those vacuum sucking transport hamster tubes they use in banks. People will simply stand there and watch it for hours. Should this happen, the Kardashians will be canceled



  • Twitter is actively censoring the Drudge Report. When Drudge tweets, Twitter, which usually spoilers tweets, makes the tweet unavailable. Speaking as a Twitter user, the place is turning into a left wing hellhole. As someone who isn't left (or right) and hates censorship, this is morally reprehensible. Once again, it's their game and their customers are free to go elsewhere. I suggest GAB.AI, where I signed up, which is dedicated to free speech. They don't even censor nazis.


Lil Wayne, a rapper, found a unique way to endear himself to his audience the other night in Australia.
“We’re I’m from, I think you all know that’s the states, we don’t throw s**t on stage because all my n*****s got pistols and they don’t know who to shoot at,”

Hey Wayne.... do they really call you Sally?... perhaps you should let Security deal with the throwers of s**t. This way you can continue inflicting you art upon your fans.




  • Are you one of the throngs of people who use Paypal? The new GDPR (EU) legislation shows us the 600+ companies with which Paypal shares your information. There's even a handy dandy graphic visualization.



Are you a triggered Never Trump voter looking for love? NeverTrump.dating has your back.  You can find the right (sorry, left) partner for you and not have to worry about them having voted for the president. You can share your delusions and hopefully, love. For a substantial discount, you can be matched with a Green or a Libertarian. Anything but Trump.




  • Live Nation sent me an email titled "Concerts Announced Just for You". Their algorithms are seriously f-d up and produce some hilarious results, like JayZ and Beyonce. Yes, all classic rock and instrumental guitar enthusiasts will storm the gates for JayZ.  The only hope we have for data privacy is that the info shared will be so incorrect as to be hilarious.




Let's Go Guitar Pedal Shopping

People who are not musicians are excused from reading this, however there will be a brief quiz at the end of the blog.

It's been bloody forever since I've bought myself anything more than a few strings. Guitars are still out of the question because of my exorbitant tastes.

Because I was intrigued by Eric Johnson's opener's use of a looper, I decided that might be fun. There are a ton of them, with names like Muku, Getaria, Ditto, Hotone, WALLY, Muzizy, Nux, Mooer, Talent (comes with it?), Road Rage (batters your other pedals), and of course, the Faustus Regurgitator. The Regurgitator probably recharges the lawn scarifier that I just saw on tv.

As with any advertised piece of electronics, the description is sometimes arrived at through translation, resulting in "Chinglish" or "Japenglish" like so: 
  • Pure analog Whole circuit delay, clear, plump and smooth New Delay effect
  • This is the delay pedal with the name of YELLOW FALL
  • Comes with Manuel. Manuel from Fawlty Towers? Manuel labor?
  • Boutique guitar switcher - turns one guitar into another so you don't have to take one off and pick up another
  • Boss EC-2 allows you to record up to 16 minutes - this is helpful when you're onstage and have to defecate. You hit PLAY and run backstage for some relief: excretory or perhaps oral.

Since this is the 2000s, one doesn't simply purchase pedals, one auditions them on YouTube. You don't even have to go to the guitar store, which is good, because most of them suck. This concept is Pretty Damn Cool, as you can get a demo of absolutely anything, including amplifiers than cost more than several cars. You'll never have one, but at least you can tell people you know what they sound like.

You will see all kinds of people demoing all sorts of gear. 
One dude shows only the pedals and talks over the video. You see only a python-ish boot, turning the pedals off and on. He has a ton of videos. I think his name is GearMan. The quality of his boot speaks volumes about his method of analysis. He might be the guy who makes a point of using a curly cord. No one knows why.

GearMan has spawned countless imitators. I had to draw the line at one guy who threw out the boot idea and went with socks.  You simply can't demo pedals in socks. Everybody knows that.

Once you come up with a decision via YouTube, you head off to Ebay and Reverb to see what's available used and new. You can also discover pedals you hadn't thought of and need to check out too. 

What did I do?
I wanted a looper. The research started with online guitar communities and guitar buddies. The depth and breadth of knowledge here is awe-inspiring. Although all of it is opinion, after you get enough of them, you know how to move forward.  Everybody seemed to concur on the Ditto looper as a great first basic looper, although there were stories about footswitch reliability.

So I went to YouTube and started watching and listening. Not only was this helpful - it started to open my vistas and potentially get expensive. This is absolutely nothing new to me, but funny just the same. In addition to basic loopers of all reasonable prices and sizes and capabilities, I discovered loopers that did Other Stuff<tm>. Drum machines, vocal uses, and the killer, Delays. Delays and loopers are very similar, as they both involve memory. Initially I was down to the 
  • JamMan: reasonably priced, has a drum machine. And quite an attractive shade of blue, which was important (if there was a tie). 
  • Electro Harmonix Canyon: great reviews, about 11 different delays, with all sorts of variations and useful settings. 
  • Flashback 2: like the Canyon, but can connect to a pc and export loops, plus a Toneprint input, where you can load presets from other users in an online community.
The JamMan came in a number of models and made a lot of sense with the drum machine. Some had bass too. While trying to loop, these would be very handy, so there's no way I could purchase it. Something about the units that had delay too made them more attractive because I could use them as delays in addition to looping.

The Canyon seemed to be a favorite everywhere in the online reviews attached to the demo videos and Ebay reviews.  Luckily I found a video comparing the two. Most people seemed to think the Canyon was the winner by far, but my ears told me the Flashback 2 had better sounding output (Canyon was cloudy, with less clarity, but still pretty good). The Flashback also had external connectivity and Toneprint. Not that it mattered, but you can install the Toneprints by holding your cell phone up to the guitar and sending it.

Reverb seemed to have the highest prices, which was pretty odd. Ebay was cheaper by a minimum of $10-20. These pedals came pretty close in price, so it came down to preference. One telling item was that there were almost no used pedals. I'm not sure what it was telling, but it was.  I found an open box/demo unit for $20 off the rest of them and bought it. I also got to see other brands and listen on YouTube. Even if I spent more, I don't think a better unit would have helped me more. The next step up involved more 'tracks', which I can live without (at this moment, heh heh).

Here's my complaint about the YouTube demo videos: python boots and socks aside, I'd prefer to listen to these pedals with as generic a setup as possible. Running your 1962 Strat into a Supro amp will not give me a reasonable idea what this pedal will sound like. How about a Strat, Tele, or Les Paul into a Deluxe Reverb or other more common amp? And while we're at it, running a demo pedal with another pedal you like (reverb?) isn't helpful. Nor is your idea of great-sounding distortion. Just make it simple and clean. Use equipment most people are likely to have. Your vintage Strat or custom-made PRS isn't realistic for us Normal Shlubs. One guy who is famous for reviews will not let go of his whammy bar at the end of every phrase. This is not going to help people with reviews, especially time-based effects. Please put the thing away, out of reach, so we can concentrate on the effect.

Don't count me as a curmudgeon (in this case anyway). I truly appreciate the time and effort these people took to give us this great info. Never let it be said that YouTube is completely useless.  Just mostly useless, unless you want to see the latest gossip, songs from current, painful-sounding artists, and Macarena videos. I can scan the entire new video page and not find a single video I would watch. Plus YouTube/Google has decided to start censoring, cutting ad revenue, and banning content they don't like, which generally happens to be more right-leaning speech, like Twitter and Reddit, to some extent. With these four online giants actively censoring, this is no longer someone's conspiracy theory. While I  don't subscribe to some of the right-leaning propaganda, I am thoroughly against censorship, lest they start censoring stuff I like. Being private entities, they don't owe us anything and free speech does not apply (only government/state entities may not abridge free speech).

So that's how I auditioned and bought a pedal. Being a serious musician that doesn't play outside his house, I have given up on cheap equipment. I want something that sounds good, is built well, and is likely to last as long as I use it and further. Yes, in some ways, I'm all grown up.