Showing posts with label location data. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 9, 2021

Attack of the Killer Tampoons

 Your love is like   the great taste of razor blades


AI completed Beethoven's unfinished tenth symphony.

It sounded like a combination of Sinatra and Megadeth

Historians (and AI) are reasonably sure Beethoven knew Sinatra. There is some debate about Megadeth.


Today I identify as   a broken coffee machine - the saddest thing on earth


Why does depicting the Prophet Muhammad cause offence?
(and why can't the British spell?)

It's not in the Koran, but Muhammad was a jolly dude who had his one little 'thing'. You know... all of us have that one 'thing'. One little hangup that almost sets us apart, that people can point to and laugh at. Muhammad didn't like his picture taken, therefore you can't picture Muhammad.
The problem here is that nobody knows this, so they can't use it as an excuse to burn stuff and cut off body parts. [have I been canceled yet?] Quite frankly, I don't like to have my picture taken either, and I get kinda choppy when somebody tries to depict me.

Muhammad and Jesus haven't come back and I don't blame them. When they see what is being done in their name, they will have a cardiac event.



  • There’s a Multibillion-Dollar Market for Your Phone’s Location Data
  • your data is out there being collected and sold, and you certainly aren't benefiting from it
  • law enforcement too....


Amazon Astro is ‘terrible’ and will ‘throw itself down’ stairs, developers reportedly claim

This is the best thing to ever happen to Internet of Things devices: Security through Suicide!
The device looks like some weird futuristic electric dog that follows you around. Add the spying for Amazon and you have another $42 billion for Jeff Bezos.
This thing wouldn't last 13 seconds in my house, even if it didn't spy. The dog would see it following her mommy around and promptly disembowel it.




Fun in the Workplace

Someone, way up the chain, who gets the Executive Pharmaceuticals, decided everyone must get a Flying AIDS shot. 

This was not a popular decision for everyone up the chain under the decider.
The amount of tiptoeing and purposely not commenting but commenting is amazing.
The supervisors made it plain that if you have questions, ask the decider, not them.

We know how I feel about mandates.
There's no reason in the world I should be mandated to receive shots - I work from home every day, do not go into the office, and do not come in contact with any coworkers or customers. I don't even need a frickin' mask. This is precisely the governmental overreach we need to vote out. *I am not saying you don't need a vaccine - YOU make that decision. I am saying I don't need a mandate (or a vaccine).

You voted this in. I keep paying for it.




The Car? 

You thought we were done with Car Repair Hell.
Well, we were.
Now it's Inspection Hell.
All of the necessary paperwork was in the glove compartment at the time of the accident.
The inspection garage says there's nothing there.
Of course there's nothing there.
We can't walk to the mailbox without things falling from the sky or having to fill out paperwork online and paying a fee.

So we call the insurer to send a copy of the insurance.
They haven't returned the call.
I noticed that they never answer the phone. I leave a voicemail and they call me back. I think they have better things to do than do their jobs, like maybe doing their other jobs. Pretty soon it will be leaf-raking season. Tutoring their kids at home. Something to do with Pokemon.

Then we do the one thing everyone hates, the thing that makes Roman gods, Superman, and the president quake in their boots: go online to the DMV.

The DMV site was put together by bid, with the winner being the lowest bidder. The Bargain Bidder learned his lesson (Bob, at Bob's Web Sites, Inc.) by having to sit with DMV personnel, to make it impossible, as well as relatives of the late Dr. Josef Mengele, to make it extremely painful. This resulted in a site that nobody can use. Nobody can even traverse it. In fact, you're lucky if you can pull it up at all. The server that houses the site is an old android phone, in Bob's basement.

You are presented with a myriad of choices, making you think you can do these things or get somewhere on the site. You spend 30 minutes looking for the button that says "copy of registration," only to find out there is no button called "copy of registration." You continue to putz around the site, eventually settling on Registration. You are presented with a bunch of options you can perform in reference to your registration: buy a new one, buy a personalized new one, pay for other stuff, and eventually, get an instant copy. Yay - you found it!

No you didn't. There is no link to get an instant copy, merely the assurance that you can.
Thinking, in spite of the massive headache brewing, you take a silly wild-ass guess (SWAG) and hit Online Services. Believe it or not, there's an option to get "copy of registration." They want your credit card number, eye color, and nostril diameter. Ok, that's doable. They also want your plate number and title number.

Oh, geez, the plate number will be difficult to see because the car is 20 miles away at the garage, which isn't open whenever you need to call. The title number... well... WTF is a title number? Strangely, title number has a link. Even more strangely, the link goes to an explanation of what a title number is and where to find it. 

Where do you find the title number? On the registration slip.
THE REGISTRATION SLIP YOU DON'T HAVE AND NEED A COPY OF.
Welcome to the DMV. Leave brain by the door. Do not pass go. Pay $200.
Incidentally, The DMV has been responsible for more divorces than cheating. Either way you get fscked.

Where IS all this paperwork we need?
Well, it WAS in the glove compartment.
When the car got hit, it was given to the tow driver.
It hasn't been seen since.
It is in Tow Document Limbo.

Call the inspection garage and catch them between off hour blocks.
Oh, you're going online? Good luck with that. Phew.
Oh, and by the way, I just wanted to let you know... when we DO the inspection, you have a plate light out. It is placed strangely. WE WILL HAVE TO TAKE OFF THE BUMPER TO REPLACE THE BULB.

Sometimes I wonder if there are cameras following us around. This stuff is too whacked out and too numerous to happen to normal people. We are a tv show.


Speaking of us, I was asked whats wrong with the hot water.
This is typical of the questions I receive and can mean anything from 'there's no hot water' to 'there's not enough hot water to wash your service elephant'. In this case it meant 'the hot water knob fell off the faucet.'

My ancestors did not do plumbing. There was nothing to pass down. 
My dad could do a lot of stuff, but there's no way to get his assistance, being dead and all.
My brother replaced a toilet paper roll once.
My mom got a new kitchen.
So you see, I'm screwed.

This being 2021, one can take a picture of the damage and ask the helpful folks at [insert home repair megastore that doesn't have enough staff to ring purchases, no less suggest plumbing repairs].

Wife: my faucet broke. I have pictures.
Cashier: I see.
Wife: what do you think?
Cashier: were those 2 for $5?
Wife: about my faucet
Cashier: [looks at pictures] Yes, that's definitely broken. In all the pictures.
Wife: do you have anybody who has ever seen a plumbing part working today?
Cashier: [popping chewing gum, sexting boyfriend] Ummmm..... no. Due to the Flying AIDS, we're horribly understaffed. Would you like a job? You get a 10% discount on screws.
Wife: Nah, I'm already feeling kinda screwed, thanks.

Now comes the everyday difficulty in communication between wife and me:
What I said: Please go to the store and ask if it can be fixed.
What she hears: It's time to get one of those spiffy new faucets, with the wand so I can shoot you for getting too close to me in the kitchen. They have BlueTooth and let the entire internet know when they're passing water. [I thought about something to let the entire internet know when I pass water once...]

What she said: I got this great deal on a faucet at CostCo.
What I said: how much?
What my brother said: it's so easy even you can do it, provided the valves are ok
What I said: What's a valve?

What I said: Where did you put the faucet you bought?
What she said: It's in the trunk of the car, where it's staying tonight.
What I heard: I'm strengthening my resources and looking for earplugs for when you start to install it.


The only faucet mildly interesting to me is Farrah. She shares my dad's complete failure in the respiration department.


US road safety watchdog decides against probe into Tesla battery fires

Tesla said it was not aware of any non-crash "battery fires associated with fast charging in the United States or any other country" other than those two in China. "And F- China." Tesla added, "We're only aware of twenty five spontaneously appearing fires, but they don't count because they're not traveling on roads, therefore not covered by road safety agencies."


An Air India plane learned some more about physics, specifically that you can't take a seven foot plane through a six foot underpass. 

Asked for comment, Air India said the plane was scrapped and sold, and is not their responsibility.
And even if it was, their technical staff at the Delhi airport is all new and has ADHD, so they tend to miss stuff every now and then. Small things like sixes and sevens and the word  'not.'

Many drew parallels with a similar incident which reportedly happened in the state of West Bengal in December 2019 when an abandoned Air India post plane got stuck under a bridge. The word in India is that if you buy a scrapped Air India plane, you cut it up and fly it out.

  • Sometimes it's just better if Nemo isn't found



It's not like I don't hate Windows enough... it just keeps giving me reasons to hate it more.
I got a large notification that there was an update and was going to reboot. I snoozed it for 3 hours.
15 minutes later, it informed me it was going to reboot. It had a SNOOZE button, but it was grayed out.  This is my work computer, so I kinda need to work. Then it's going to take 30 minutes to apply the updates I am not 'allowed' to refuse. Then it will reboot and continue updating. By allowing this alleged operating system to exist, work have tacitly informed me that working is not necessary; indeed it is secondary to vagaries of the operating system.

Windows: it's not an operating system, it's a virus.


It's that time of the year, when rodents get cold and figure out how to get in the house. This is as opposed to ant season, which I don't have the strength or desire to go into. This is a great time of year to have a cat. Since our cat has been dead for many years, the dog has stepped up. She has caught a number of mice, but outside. She has also caught birds, squirrels, and candy bars. In impersonating a cat, she has developed one of the most annoying cat behaviors: she knows where we're going to walk and is there before we are. It's like herding people. The other day, she heard something, so she went on the hunt: she stood there and barked at it. This was about as helpful as a barking cat. Of course if cats could bark, they would do it all day, just because it was annoying.

This caused the unintended effect of Alert Status. 
The dog goes into Hunt Mode.
I go into Sleep Mode.
Wife gets serious and gets armed. There's a helmet, a vest with pockets, several small arms, and a surface to surface missile she drags behind her. The insurance company told the mortgage company, and now I have to limit the amount of explosives in the missiles. Bastards.

We also have every type of mouse trap ever made. None of them work, and are just an exercise in making the purchaser feel better. Sometimes they just eat the bait without triggering the trap. Mostly the traps just sit there, hopefully out of the dog's range. If she started barking at the traps, we'd have to move.

I'll naturally keep you up to date as events proceed. My goal is a picture of the little bastard, with a spike through its head (fsck PETA).


  • ‘It’s Bad, It’s Bad’: Proctor Teens Say Students Used Item To Sodomize Teammate, Shared Video Online, causing Minnesota high school to cancel its football season
  • I think these students showed great initiative: this stunt is so incredibly stupid that they are already showing signs of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). This is pro football at the high school level!

Speaking of Traumatic Brain Injury, two white tv anchors were suspended for wearing afro wigs on the air.
Seriously now... who, from the anchors to the head of the network, could fail to predict the outcome of wearing afro wigs on the air?



A Turkish man did the right thing and joined in the search for a missing person.
It was only a short while until he discovered he was the person being searched for.
He got drunk, slept at a friend's house, and his wife reported him missing.
This story is laced with postitvity: at least his wife missed him enough to call.


Tesla ordered to pay $137M to Black former worker subjected to racist workplace

They completely blew this... they should have given him a Tesla. It would only be a matter of time until the car spontaneously combusted, taking care of the problem and saving them almost $100,000.


  • An 88 year old South Carolina man died in a freak lawnmower drowning: the beast overturned into a creek and he was stuck under.
  • And you laugh at my fear of mowing....it's deadly!



Taking the SJW to Space

SpaceX’s Satellite Megaconstellations Are Astrocolonialism, Indigenous Advocates Say

Givenchy criticised for noose necklace at Paris Fashion Week






Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Taxation is Theft

Pigs Fly department:
A federal grand jury will hear evidence that 9/11 was a controlled demolition.
This is huge, whether you believe the assertion or not. Because of the JFK Effect, I'm somewhat skeptical of the outcome, but movement is great. 

Both buildings came down in what looked like controlled demolition. One of the major news network reporters stated that it looked like controlled demolition, once. And never again. Then there was the rather inconvenient fact of Building 7, barely damaged, coming down in its own footprint too.

I guess this is the necessary first step to legally drill holes in the official story of what happened on 9/11. If it was controlled demolition, there's the question of who pushed the button, then who ordered the button pushed. Regardless of the ruling, one of the people involved has a name that rhymes with Rick Haney.




  • I know you're losing sleep, wondering what's going on with my work phone.... two weeks after issue, the phone works, but the work configuration is still foobed. At this rate, the phone will be properly configured the week after I retire.




Speaking of Ancient Astronaut Theorists, there is proof from a semi-reliable source (NASA) that UFOs popped by to check in when our space missions were going on. Would you classify a NASA astronaut a reliable witness?

Things heard on missions:

"We have a bogey at 10 o'clock."

"We still have the alien spacecraft under surveillance."

The second one was even more interesting because the feed was being monitored by ham radio enthusiasts (the frequency is known and wide open). At the end of the sentence, audio went dead, as the transmission went to the encrypted feed. As for video, there are anomalies on moon footage and all sorts of interruptions on the space shuttle feed, as Odd Stuff appeared.  ymmv




  • A man entering Singapore was found to have a suspicious bulge in his pants, which turned out to be kittens.
  • Sir, your penis is moving and swatting itself
  • Expect this to be on Twitter before you get home.




Christian Mare, serving a 40 year sentence for child pornography, was beaten to death in prison. He obviously slipped in the shower and hit his head repeatedly on the plumbing until he died.




  • Odds are your phone provider is selling your location data (at very least).



Dear lefty:
  • Why is there never a parking spot near my house?
  • Because you touch yourself.



Parents just don't understand
Some of us have had to introduce our parents to cell phones. While this is about as much fun as beating yourself to death with a spoon, someone has to do it, and you feel sorry for the poor guy at the phone store.


  • No, Mom, text messaging doesn't require a 'Dear Son' or a 'Love, Mom.'
  • Yes, hit the little phone picture to dial. Yes, you have to dial a one first, just like the phone on the wall. Yes, you can use it in the car. Yes, you can call long distance to Aunt Sadie in Florida for no extra cost. Yes. Yes. Still yes.
  • You can even put your doctor appointments in the calendar. Yes, there's a calendar - push the little calendar picture.
  • Just because you text or call does not mean I'm going to pick up the phone.


I give up... "Just hit that button and ask Siri or Cortana. No, you can't call me; I don't have a phone anymore."

The funny and evil part about this is that people having an iDevice works for me for once. "Sorry, I don't know how to do that stuff on an iDevice. Call one of your children who have one."

Maybe sic-ing them on the guy at the phone store isn't such a bad idea after all...



  • the Additive Suicide Principle of cell phones states that if you put one phone on top of another, the top phone will go rocketing to the floor as soon as you stop looking at them.



My personal recommendation of concerts arrived today. Keep in mind that I only attend instrumental guitar and classic rock shows...

Kiss - if I want to see too much makeup, I'll turn on the tv
Mariah Carey - speaking of Golden Globes...
Billy Joel - half of a classic rock, but yuck.
Tyler Perry's Madea - huh? Like top 10 radio, it's not music.
Bluegrass - that's close to classic rock, right?
Hootie and the Blowfish - we've all been holding our breath for a reunion
Backtreet Boys - backdoor boys? Killer guitar instrumentals
Disney Junior Dance Party - future meltdowns of America
Buckethead: be fair - it's instrumental guitar (with a KFC bucket on his head)
Piff the Magic Dragon - because they'll get sued if they use "Puff"




Other stuff I learned from watching police shows: 
  • Without exception, no one has their license or I.D. on them.
  • It's ok to blame your grandmother for the joint if it's her car you're driving.
  • When drunk, people always admit to having 2 drinks.
  • You must use your turn signal for two full seconds before changing lanes. Or you'll be pulled over, and naturally, searched for drugs.



Dear lefty:

  • Which men's designer jeans do I wear to the feminist supporter protest?
  • How did you become such a snotty, virtue-signalling utter bastard?




More adware posing as games, TV, and remote control simulator apps in Google Play. Trend Micro spotted this, not Google.

More Evil Villain News: Microsoft was sued in Finland and ordered to pay a Finnish man 1,100 Finnish Herring (1548 Canadian Pucks) for pushing a Win10 update, without permission, which broke his pc. There is another suit pending.




  • The aliens have their own Comedy Channel in the ships: our weather forecast.




The Key(board) to All Phone Grief

I tend to get aggravated when I use my phone. What pisses me off isn't necessarily what pisses you off. Stuff like bad cells, dropped calls, dropped phones, and dropping phones in the toilet are points of contention, but not mine. The single largest point of annoyance with my phone is input. The keyboard. It drives me mad. No matter how hard I try, how careful I am, how quickly or slowly I type, it never comes out right. I wind up screaming at the phone, calling it things I usually reserve for spouses and family members. After about a day of this, you don't want to see an allegedly grown man cry. It's pitiful, like my attempts at being polite in social situations.

I've tried manual typing, using one or both hands, different keyboards, changing key size, asking the dog to type, and the swipey keyboards. I get the same result regardless, just like my pitiful pleas for sex. I'll grant that my brain wiring is a touch off (no, really?), rendering me a dyslexic typist, but I can tell when I've typed something backwards (unless the A.D.D. is active, in which case I only read some of the first sent of a paragraph). The only thing I haven't tried, besides asking my wife to type for me, is voice input. I know if I tried talking to the phone (as opposed to yelling at it), I'd probably develop a case of dyslexic speech. ALthough it's almost impossible to speel words incorrectly when saying them, I'd find a way. Plus you remember my warnings about speech input - Google and the others keep every word you say, 'to improve service.'

The method that works best, best being relative, is swipey. One advantage is that they learn from you over time, making typing faster and easier. Except mine. My keyboard has some sort of learning disorder, where it allows me to make the same mistakes over and over again, like my life. There are certain words it refused to spell, mainly my saltier vocabulary. I have to type them one letter at a time, then tell the little bastard to remember the word. It's a good thing the blog software has a spell checker, or this blog would be even more horrid. If it had a grammar checker, it would have died years ago, like dehumidifiers in PA.








Dear lefty.....